Young Master Vance Has An Enchanting Wife!-Chapter 87: Terrifying Woman

When she woke up again, she was no longer in the hotel lobby, but had been bound and held captive in a dim underground room.

This underground room was surrounded by stone bricks and had the most primitive appearance. Its surroundings looked very simple, like the kind of cellar you would find in the countryside, except it was broader than a typical cellar.

May Morgan’s hands and feet were bound in a spread-eagle position on a round stone table. Around the table, there were five sealed urns, as well as incense candles and offerings.

May Morgan felt like a living sacrifice placed on an altar, waiting to be bled and flayed, a fate worse than death.

The dampness and dank odors of the underground room instantly surrounded May Morgan, making her shiver involuntarily. She understood that the hotel fire, as well as her sudden blackout, were directly related to the people who kidnapped her. And besides Arthur Vance, who else could cause such a big commotion?

She was truly foolish. She knew Arthur Vance had been watching her, yet she stubbornly insisted on staying behind, even breaking away from the group. And now, she had become a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, ready for anyone’s mercy.

About half an hour later, the stone door not far away suddenly creaked open, and May Morgan turned her head to look, but only saw Melanie Morgan leading some people inside. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

How could Melanie Morgan appear so openly? Didn’t Jacob Jennings assure me he would send people to follow her?

As May Morgan was in a daze, Melanie Morgan had already brought people to her side. Among the people she brought was a skinny old woman wearing a strange cloak.

Most of this woman’s face was hidden by the cloak, and only her pair of yellow eyes, resembling those of a cold-blooded animal, could be seen, staring at May Morgan menacingly.

"Sister, long time no see." Melanie Morgan walked to May Morgan’s side, gazing at her surprised face, and couldn’t help but laugh triumphantly.

May Morgan glared at her with disgust and muttered, "You’re still alive?"

"If you haven’t died yet, how could I?" Melanie Morgan sneered, suddenly squeezing May Morgan’s delicate face forcefully, gritting her teeth as she added, "You bitch, just because you have a pretty face, you seduce my man. I warned you not to fall into my hands, or I’d make you suffer."

After she finished speaking, she suddenly grabbed a sharp knife from the table beside her and pressed the blade against May Morgan’s cheek: "Afraid? Today, you’ll get to taste what it’s like to be disfigured."

As soon as she finished, she tightened her grip on the knife, aiming to slash it across May Morgan’s face. At that moment, the woman beside her suddenly reached out to stop her, saying, "Miss Melanie, don’t do it!"

Melanie Morgan faltered, turned her head to look at the woman, and questioned, "Why?"

The woman quickly snatched the knife from Melanie Morgan’s hand, her swift movements leaving everyone astonished.

She didn’t speak further, only extending a hand that resembled dead wood to gently caress May Morgan’s cheek. Though her actions were slow, the feeling of her fingertips on May Morgan’s cheek was enough to make one’s scalp tingle.

May Morgan, tense throughout her body, stared at that face hidden in darkness, barely visible, and couldn’t help but ask, "Who are you? What do you want?"

The woman gave a peculiar smile, and the hand touching May Morgan’s cheek slowly slid down to her neck.

As those ice-cold fingers slowly touched May Morgan’s neck, a chill spread across her entire body. The previous sensation of being throttled in the darkness instantly surged back.

This time, more vividly felt than ever before, was even more terrifying.

May Morgan desperately turned her head to look at the woman, wanting to ask who she really was, but it was as though her throat was being choked, no sound could come out.

Seeing May Morgan’s distress, Melanie Morgan anxiously urged the woman, "When does the ritual start?"

The woman turned her head to glance at Melanie Morgan, sneering, "Soon, very soon."

After speaking, she tightened her dry but powerful fingers around May Morgan’s throat, causing a tingling sensation to flood May Morgan’s entire body, rendering her motionless.

Once May Morgan’s body was controlled, the woman instructed the men to gently place the five urns beneath May Morgan’s limbs and head, according to her requirements.

After placing them, she opened the stone door, glanced at the sky outside, and returned, excitedly telling Melanie Morgan, "It’s time."

Upon hearing this, Melanie Morgan’s eyes lit up, and she hurriedly urged the woman, "Then what are we waiting for? Hurry up and complete the ritual. I’m waiting to take the Dragon Insect back."

"Don’t rush, I’ll proceed leisurely."

After speaking, the woman pulled out a knife from her chest and walked to May Morgan’s left hand, suddenly grabbing her left wrist and fiercely slashing it.

Though May Morgan’s body couldn’t move, the pain was very clearly perceived. The knife was sharp, and when the woman cut her wrist, she did not hold back at all, causing May Morgan to involuntarily shiver from the pain.

Blood quickly flowed from her wound, drop by drop, dripping into the urn beneath her hand.

The old woman walked over to May Morgan’s right hand, and in the same manner, slashed her wrist, letting her blood drip into the urn.

Soon, May Morgan’s feet were also cut, and blood continuously streamed out from her limbs.

Having done all of this, the woman did not stop there but instead turned with the knife to May Morgan’s head.

May Morgan remembered there were five urns on the ground, and now they had been placed beneath her hands and feet to collect blood in each. Could it be that she was going to bleed her head next?

May Morgan widened her eyes in shock, desperately trying to struggle, but no matter how hard she tried, her body felt as though it weren’t hers; she couldn’t muster any strength.

Sensing May Morgan’s defiance, the woman coldly said to her, "Your struggles are futile; no one can break my Soul Fixing Technique."

May Morgan didn’t believe in supernatural forces, but her body truly couldn’t move at all. Melanie Morgan, watching her sister’s unwilling face from the side, laughed triumphantly, "Sister, don’t worry. After the ritual is completed, you’ll be fine soon. Rest assured, the old master needs your body as a medicine guide; how could he bear to let you die?"

May Morgan glared fiercely at Melanie Morgan, wanting to curse her shamelessness, but even her mouth felt immobilized.

The woman above May Morgan held the knife and whispered ominously into her ear, "Your sister is right, don’t be afraid. We won’t actually kill you; we just need your blood to summon the Dragon Insect back."