With the first cat making a move, the rest of the cats also began to rise up, like warriors defending their territory, launching an attack on Xia Mian and Lu Zechuan.
Xia Mian gently curled her lips, "Even people aren’t my match, and now you’re sending a bunch of beasts? Ha!"
The moment her "ha" fell, her hands moved as well.
Her hands were beautiful, slender and fair, lightly sweeping through the air, instantly bringing the surrounding air to life, creating a transparent whirlpool.
The black cats seemed as if an invisible hand had gripped the neck of their destiny, struggling as they were sucked into the transparent whirlpool.
The black cats emitted a series of sharp cries, black mist gathering and dispersing around them, transforming into a complex black totem in the air.
The totem emitted an eerie black light, with hidden forces of the yin soul inside, eroding mental clarity.
Not far behind Xia Mian, Lu Zechuan’s head suddenly throbbed with pain, something shouting madly in his mind, "Kill her! Kill her!"
Lu Zechuan’s arm involuntarily rose.
At the moment his arm rose, a remnant of his rationality suddenly took control, and he grasped his own arm with his other hand, pinning himself against the wall.
He could not harm Xia Mian!
Even in a state of confusion, he could not harm Xia Mian!
The sachet in his pocket, containing Xia Mian’s hair, emitted a burst of heat.
Lu Zechuan panted heavily, not noticing that he was pressing his arm so hard that his wrist had rubbed against the corner of the wall, where blood dripped but disappeared mysteriously upon contact.
Lu Zechuan’s breathing was not loud, but Xia Mian clearly caught it.
Immediately, Xia Mian’s face was coated with frost.
She drew talismans in the air even faster, and the whirlpool’s pull became more forceful, instantly absorbing the black cats struggling in the air.
"Space Gate!" Xia Mian’s eyes narrowed, exuding a solemn aura, "Open!"
Open the Space Gate, to send all that is wicked to its rightful place.
The black cats, caught by the Space Gate, emitted a series of sharp howls.
Xia Mian’s expression remained unchanged as she personally banished a nest of utterly evil cats.
As the whirlpool gradually disappeared, light finally began to stream into the alley.
The voice in Lu Zechuan’s mind finally vanished, and he stood up slowly, his complexion somewhat pale.
Just then, his phone pinged with a message, and Lu Zechuan glanced at it, seeing a message on the screen, "Young Master, Mrs. Song is near the Ying River, come quickly—Shadow."
Lu Zechuan showed the message to Xia Mian, "Let’s go!"
Without wasting words, the two of them turned and headed directly for the Ying River.
At the same time, on the overpass above the Ying River, a man in cyan and white Taoist robes suddenly saw a time-space vortex appear before him, and a nest of black cats emerged from it, clawing at the man, leaving bloody marks on him...
The man, furious, no longer had any semblance of sage-like composure, and with a wave of his hand, kicked the cats into the Ying River.
He wiped the blood off his face, his expression turning instantly gloomy, "Damn it!"
She had once again broken his magic!
But fortunately, this time wasn’t completely fruitless.
The man narrowed his eyes, looking down at a small porcelain bottle in his hand, containing a drop of blood.
He pocketed the porcelain bottle, his gaze shifting to a pavilion by the northwest side of the Ying River, where a man and a woman stood.
It was Master Xie, and Song Juan, who had been bewildered and lost her senses by Master Xie.
Thankfully, he still had Song Juan as a card up his sleeve.
If magic couldn’t prevail, then it was time for clever schemes!
No matter how powerful or unrivaled a person was, as long as they had a vulnerability, they could be defeated.
The man thought of this, turning to glance at Shen Man, who was sitting in a wheelchair.
Although he could ensure Shen Man’s survival for a little longer, without quickly borrowing Lu Zechuan’s superior fate, she wouldn’t last a month.
Xia Mian and Lu Zechuan quickly drove to the side of the Ying River.
The wind by the Ying River in October was strong, carrying a sharp chill off the water’s surface.
As soon as Xia Mian and Lu Zechuan’s car stopped, Shadow, who had been lurking in the dark, approached them.
He opened the rear door and sat inside.
Shadow looked unremarkable, the kind of person you’d never notice in a crowd.
"Something’s off with the Madam." Shadow’s expression was grave, "The other side is very cautious and knows some mysterious arts. We dare not approach recklessly."
There was no doubt about the skills of Shadow, Swift, and Fiend; they ranked among the best in Beijing.
However, they were clearly no match if caught by an irresistible force.
"Well done," Lu Zechuan nodded in approval.
Knowing one cannot handle the opponent, observing quietly and understanding their actions is a form of wisdom.
"What about Hu Lai?" Lu Zechuan asked again.
Shadow lowered his gaze, "Hu Lai and Hu Yuan have disappeared."
Lu Zechuan’s brows furrowed gently, "Disappeared."
"The two of them were following when they noticed Madam was confused and following someone. However, they lost track along the way," Shadow reported methodically.
Lu Zechuan made a sound of acknowledgment, not continuing to question the whereabouts of the Hu brothers.
Since they were merely lost, they shouldn’t be in immediate danger. After resolving the issue with Song Juan, they could send someone to find the Hu brothers.
"And Mrs. Song?" Lu Zechuan asked softly.
"Over there." Shadow pointed toward the northwest of the Ying River.
In the northwest direction of the Ying River, there was a small pavilion, enough to seat four or five people, inside which Song Juan was currently sitting.
Xia Mian squinted, about to step forward, when her phone received a message: You better not come over, or your mother’s life is at risk.
Xia Mian stared at the message on her screen, her lips curling into a disdainful smile.
What she hated most was being threatened!
Xia Mian completely disregarded the opponent’s threat.
Song Juan was right in front of her. If the opponent thought they could harm Song Juan right under her nose, they were dreaming!
Xia Mian stood up and walked toward Song Juan, but Song Juan, who had been sitting quietly in the pavilion, suddenly went frantic and ran toward the Ying River!
By late October, the temperature was no longer high, and the water of the Ying River was bone-chillingly cold.
Song Juan couldn’t swim, and if she fell into the river, she’d be in real danger even if she survived!
"Mom!" In a moment of desperation, Xia Mian shouted to Song Juan.
She thought that with the Buddhist sound, Song Juan would stop, yet unexpectedly, Song Juan ran faster!