OMG! Tyrant's Pampered Baby Is a Valued Princess-Chapter 874: Not a Fierce Ghost, but My Husband!

Chapter 874: Chapter 874: Not a Fierce Ghost, but My Husband!

Bai Zhi’er gently nodded, indicating her understanding.

This law, she still advocated for it.

The group walked through the corridor to the backyard.

As soon as Bai Zhi’er reached here, she felt the ominous, ghostly presence.

Moreover, it was that kind of fierce, serious ghost.

Bai Zhi’er squinted her eyes impassively.

Beside her, Feng Fuce’s gaze was rather cold and dark.

"I heard the two of you excel at exorcism, please help my daughter-in-law."

Bai Zhi’er and Feng Fuce walked to the courtyard’s entrance.

A maid came out of the house.

"Old Madam, Madam said she only wishes to invite this young lady inside, having a man around would be inconvenient." The maid curtsied apologetically.

Feng Fuce immediately replied coldly, "No way."

He wasn’t willing to let Bai Zhi’er face the unknown alone.

The maid looked somewhat troubled toward the old madam.

The old madam was also stunned.

"Why would Madam say this?"

"The servant doesn’t know, Madam only said she doesn’t wish to see a male visitor."

Bai Zhi’er nodded understandingly.

She gently held Feng Fuce’s hand, "You wait outside for me, perhaps conversations between women are easier."

Feng Fuce knew she intended to soothe him, though unwilling, he couldn’t find words to refuse.

He listened to her.

Thus, he waited outside the courtyard.

Watching Bai Zhi’er follow the maid inside.

The aura around this courtyard didn’t resemble a demon.

But more like—

Fierce ghost.

Once Bai Zhi’er entered the room.

She only had one feeling—

Darkness.

The windows were all covered with walls, the air permeated with a scent of sandalwood, mixed with a medicinal aroma.

The maid explained, "Our madam fears the master is afraid of light, so the windows are sealed, please don’t mind it, miss."

Bai Zhi’er lightly nodded, "No problem."

She bypassed the screen to see a neatly dressed woman facing a memorial tablet on a tall cabinet with hands clasped in prayer.

The maid said, "Madam, the people from Kunshan Building have arrived, the old madam invited them for you, she said no matter what, you must meet them."

"Understood," the woman spoke in a weak, tired hoarse voice, "You may leave, I’ll speak to this young lady alone."

"Yes." After the maid left and closed the door, the room’s light became even more dim.

Bai Zhi’er circled around and sat by the table self-assuredly.

The woman turned around, scrutinizing this young, beautiful girl.

Though veiled, a pair of clear eyes could be seen.

Watching for a long time imparted a sense of being immersed in ethereal snowy water.

Cleaning up the gloom that lingered in one’s heart, restoring clarity.

Bai Zhi’er also scrutinized the woman.

She was wrapped in ghostly energy, her face withered, her life was short.

If no action is taken, she truly will die.

Bai Zhi’er decided resolutely that this fierce ghost must be eradicated.

She calmly poured herself a cup of tea.

"Madam Yan, let me be direct, the flesh and blood sacrifice may summon not your husband but other wild ghosts."

Madam Yan heard this, seemingly unsurprised, just smiled.

"You’re not the first to say this; they all call you the Kunshan Immortal, I thought you’d be different, but it turns out to be the same, your skills are mediocre."

Her pupils slightly widened, affirmatively said, "The one I summoned is my husband, he has been with me for twenty years."

"I would never mistake it, that’s him, and it was precisely my husband who told me the man you brought is an extraordinary evil entity."