Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!-Chapter 80 - Qiao Nanyuan, Qiao Jiu and Disciple Take Action

80: Chapter 80: Qiao Nanyuan, Qiao Jiu and Disciple Take Action

80 -80: Qiao Nanyuan, Qiao Jiu and Disciple Take Action

Born of resentment and used for sustenance, that was exactly what Qin Ruan needed to sustain her own life.

Qin Ruan’s eyes glittered faintly.

She traced the scent of blood towards the direction of the temple gate.

At the entrance, there were large areas soaked in blood, with decayed flesh emitting a strong, unpleasant odor.

The decayed flesh appeared meticulous in size and completeness, as if it had been measured with precision instruments.

They were slowly moving, crawling a bit into the temple.

The sight was bloody, nauseating.

Just one glance turned Qin Ruan’s face pale.

She immediately felt a wave of nausea, with her empty stomach cringing violently.

As the nausea rushed up her throat, Qin Ruan involuntarily bent over and retched.

At the sound of her intolerable retching, Ling Xiaoxuan snapped back into consciousness, shaking off her stunned state.

Ignoring the gnarled old woman whose eyes were fixed on her, she rose to support Qin Ruan, “Junior Sister, what’s wrong with you?”

Qin Ruan grasped her arm to steady herself, daring not look towards the temple gate again.

She had vomited quite a bit of gastric acid, her fingertips trembling, the overwhelming nausea engulfing her.

If she didn’t look, it wouldn’t come in.

Qin Ruan tried to control her mind from recalling what she had just seen.

She took a deep breath, looked up at Qiao Nanyuan and his apprentice, Qiao Jiu.

Her slender fingers trembled slightly, and a faint golden light emerged from her hand.

The golden light shot onto the master and his apprentice, distinctly palpable.

Qin Ruan’s exquisite and seductive face turned pale, showing a degree of weakness in a short time.

She unpleasantly said to Qiao Nanyuan, “I can’t bear to look at that thing, you handle it.”

This displeasure was not directed at Qiao Nanyuan, which he understood quite clearly.

Once his body recovered to its optimal state, Qiao Nanyuan nodded slightly at her.

He held the money sword in his hand and roused his still mobile apprentice next to him, “Prepare the talisman paper.”

Qiao Jiu produced a stack of bright yellow talisman papers from his bosom.

“Master, everything is ready!”

Master and apprentice exchanged a glance, quickly heading towards the temple gate.

The decaying flesh which was slowly crawling at the entrance had now entered the temple.

The room was filled with a stench, Qin Ruan lightly covered her mouth and nose, suppressing the nausea welling up within her.

Seeing the demonic puppet entering the room, Qiao Nanyuan’s face changed drastically.

The money sword in his hand spun rapidly, and he shouted loudly, “Qiao Jiu!”

“Here it comes!”

Four bright yellow talisman papers flew out from Qiao Jiu’s hand, all at once.

The talisman papers consciously rooted themselves around the nauseating pile of decaying flesh.

As the talismans firmly took root, the forward movement of the decaying flesh abruptly stopped.

Just then, Qiao Nanyuan made his move.

“Radiant sun and moon, cosmic glow protects me.

Demons and devils from all directions, turn to dust this instant.

Seven stars return, dragon spring strikes enemies, heed my command!”

With these forceful words coming from his mouth, the unstoppable money sword plunged into the mass of flesh and blood.

“Ahhhhh——”

A woman’s sharp, painful scream echoed from within the decaying flesh.

“Exorcise the evil!”

Qiao Nanyuan’s face was resolute, pinching a hand-seal, showing all signs of cleansing this filth.

Sensing his evident intent to kill, Qin Ruan called out to stop him, “Don’t kill her just yet!”

Qiao Nanyuan halted his actions, turning his determined gaze back with a look of confusion.

Qin Ruan, struggling with the turmoil in her stomach, fixed her cold gaze on the nauseating pile of decaying flesh under control.

“Return to your original form, and I’ll spare your life for now.”

The decaying flesh soaked in blood twitched slightly, “I don’t have enough cultivation to transform back, please spare me.”

A woman’s voice came from the mass of flesh and blood.

This scene, compared to the terrifying scenes in horror movies, was even more shocking.

The fear Ling Xiaoxuan felt almost sent her straight into shock.

In her fear, there was a peculiar look on her face, she seemed to find the voice eerily familiar.

As Ling Xiaoxuan furrowed her brows in contemplation, her face suddenly changed dramatically. freeweɓnovel.cøm