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Bai Qiling walked up to the group of people and murmured something to them. Suddenly, they all woke up.
I was even more confused now. How could they be awakened so easily? Hadn't the drugs just been wasted?
Then something strange happened. Bai Qiling picked up Old Zhao and tapped his head three times.
Following that, Old Zhao also tapped his own head three times, and then he shook the bell in his hand, leading the group of people away.
"What are you doing?" I asked them.
Mu Xuanche replied, "We're sending these people back to the car."
It was quite odd; they were actually taking them back.
Without these people, how would the female ghost collecting human skins deal with things when she arrived?
However, Bai Qiling's illusion technique was impressive, far surpassing Old Zhao's corpse-driving skills.
I leaned closer and said to Bai Qiling, "Bai, what kind of magic is this? It's so powerful. Teach me!"
"One of a kind, absolutely not to be leaked," he replied with a proud expression.
Seeing his smug face made me want to punch him.
But this guy ignored me completely and pulled out seven or eight pieces of human skin from his bundle.
He muttered to himself as he took the items, "It's really not worth wasting so much of my skin for these guys."
I quietly watched him from the side. After coating the items he had taken out with something, he handed them to those people.
They acted as if we didn't exist at all, engrossed in their drinking and chatting.
Last night, Bai Qiling walked back toward us.
I didn't know where he went next, but Mu Xuanche climbed up a tall tree with me in his arms.
From our high vantage point, everything below was laid out clearly before us.
It seemed that Mu Xuanche and the others had already set up their plan, just waiting for that female ghost to make her move.
We had been perched in the tree for about an hour without seeing anyone appear.
I was tormented by mosquitoes and insects; even though I was held in Mu Xuanche's embrace, my body began to ache after sitting still for so long.
I didn't have Mu Xuanche's level of composure and couldn't remain motionless. After shifting around on him a bit,
"Smack!"
A sharp sound rang out as I was playfully slapped on the butt.
I instinctively looked up at him, glaring with my eyes as if questioning his intentions.
But he suddenly lunged forward, pressing his lips against mine.
I stared into his eyes, unable to pull back in time, and ended up looking cross-eyed for a moment.
He explored me like a delicacy, delving deeper as I remained stunned.
His long fingers gently covered my eyes, slowly sliding down to close my eyelids.
In the darkness, I felt his lips glide across my cheek and move toward my ear.
His voice was deep and magnetic. "If you keep looking, I'll take you right here."
This?
Images flashed through my mind like fantasies, and just thinking about it made me tremble all over.
I didn't dare to move, frozen in his embrace as I softly pleaded, "No."
What was wrong with my voice? It came out so sultry.
Hearing his heavy breaths beside me, it seemed I had successfully stirred someone up.
Otherwise, he wouldn't be biting my earlobe and cursing me under his breath. "Fairy."
I was genuinely worried that he might take advantage of me up in the tree, so I dared not continue my antics and shifted my body to sit more securely.
Suddenly, a low gasp escaped him.
I silently apologized, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."
But then he bit my cheek again because I had inadvertently sat down on Mu Xuanche's lap.
Just as I was concerned he might explode with anger, a strong wave of Yin Qi suddenly filled the air.
I sensed it, and Mu Xuanche behind me had already noticed as well.
Business aside, both of us heightened our vigilance.
A powerful black mist condensed in the air; unlike Old Nine, this mass of black energy moved particularly fast. It quickly took shape.
I focused my gaze and saw that it was indeed Jin Ping. What a stroke of bad luck to run into him here as well.
As soon as Jin Ping arrived, he lashed out with a whip towards the group of people drinking nearby.
Startled, they stumbled back, looking at Jin Ping with fear etched on their faces.
Seeing them like this, Jin Ping felt very pleased, swinging the whip in his hand. "You beasts, all you know is to drink and drink. Aren't you afraid of drinking yourselves to death?"
The men dared not respond, huddling together.
Just a moment ago, they had appeared as Menacing Brutes. Now, in front of Jin Ping, they looked like chickens; the contrast was too stark.
He finally understood a saying: evil people have their own way of dealing with evil.
"Where are the things I asked for?"
Jin Ping shouted, and those men immediately presented the human skins prepared by Bai Qiling, offering them with both hands.
Suddenly, Jin Ping swung his whip again, striking at those men fiercely. Each crack of the whip was louder than the last. Even I, watching from a tree like a cat, felt pain for them. I couldn't understand why these people would still work for the Cult of Spirits after enduring such treatment.
In front of Jin Ping, these men were like slaves; they could hardly be called human anymore.
"Is this all you have? You lot only know how to eat, drink, and play."
Jin Ping cursed while beating them.
Those men didn’t even dare to retort, allowing Jin Ping to scold and hit them.
It seemed that after tiring from the beatings, Jin Ping slowly retracted his whip and took the human skins.
She carefully examined the appearance of the human skin. Selecting the one she was most satisfied with, it seemed she was preparing to wear Possession.
Just as Jin Ping was about to put it on, Qingzi suddenly burst out.
The moment I saw Qingzi's eyes, I knew something was wrong.
What was happening? Why had everyone else been hypnotized while Qingzi suddenly woke up?
Could it be that he had been pretending all along? If so, this young man's thoughts were far too profound.
I watched as Qingzi threw the piece of human skin from Jin Ping's hands onto the ground and pulled Jin Ping, demanding something.
Hiding in the trees, we could no longer hold back. We charged down together.
Upon seeing us, Jin Ping showed no fear at all; instead, he remained calm and looked at us with a smirk.
"Well, well, what a few clueless little bugs have crawled in here. Just in time for three pieces of human skin—how nice."
With Mu Xuanche present, I didn't worry about being unable to take on Jin Ping; my only concern was Mu Xuanche's attitude toward him.
Although I could sense that Mu Xuanche liked me, I still couldn't understand why he had helped Jin Ping attack me back at Qin General's Tomb.
That incident puzzled me then and still did now, leaving me worried that a similar situation might occur again.
As I pondered, my hands began to feel a bit cold.
Mu Xuanche seemed to sense it too. He slightly turned his gaze towards me and reached out to hold my palm beneath the table.
Such a simple gesture gradually warmed me up, easing the tension in my heart.
Now, it was time to see how to deal with Jin Ping. I wondered how Mu Xuanche would handle her.
Just as I was lost in thought, he suddenly pushed me from behind.
Before I could react, I found myself standing right in front of Jin Ping.
The moment Jin Ping saw me rush towards her, she reacted swiftly, swinging her whip at me.
Fortunately, I was quick as well. I leaned back just in time to dodge it.
Then, I flipped around and drew the gun from my waist, aiming it at her.
Why did Mu Xuanche push me out like that? Was he hesitant to confront his old flame directly and wanted to see how we would fight?
Ever since Mu Xuanche trained me, my shooting skills had improved significantly. Although Jin Ping was agile, dodging wouldn't be easy for her.
I fired once but missed; I took aim again.
This time she managed to dodge, but her whip did not.
She steadied herself, swinging the handle of the whip onto the ground, squinting at me.
"Well, who do you think you are, daring to meddle in the affairs of the Cult of Spirits? Are you tired of living?"
It seemed she hadn't recognized us; Bai Qiling's disguise technique was indeed impressive.
Since she didn't see through it, there was no need for me to reveal my true identity and risk drawing her attention.
I glared at Jin Ping and shouted, "Demoness, we are disciples of the Xuan Sect. Since you dare to attack our Senior Brothers, don't blame us for sending you to your doom."
"Hmph, so it's just a few stinky Taoists from the Xuan Sect. Truly foul and rotten. It seems that if I don't skin you alive today, I would be disrespecting Lingyunzi's teachings."
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