The Skin-Painting Evil Ghost

"Brother Chu, you jest." Lu Wanyi shook her head, but said nothing more.

Clearly, she was unwilling to bring up the subject again.

Seeing this, Chu Danqing naturally did not continue the conversation and changed the subject.

But as they spoke, Da Bao tugged at Chu Danqing's sleeve.

"Little Chu, behind us. Not human. Hostile." Da Bao spoke.

That meant a demon or monster carrying malicious intent was chasing after them.

Chu Danqing looked carefully, yet saw nothing amiss.

Just as he was about to ask another question, he spotted a black dot in the sky flying toward him.

Looking closer, it was unexpectedly a beautiful woman.

Of course, that was not the important part. The important part was that she seemed to be carrying something in her hand.

"It is... that old woman." Da Bao continued.

Da Bao cleared up Chu Danqing's confusion.

The woman was carrying the head of that old crone from earlier.

Things had changed too quickly; Chu Danqing had never expected this.

"Hehe, that old hag also carried your scent, old woman." The woman landed, wrinkling her nose as though sniffing Lu Wanyi's scent.

Then she looked at Chu Danqing. "So handsome. No wonder that Meng Bi'er would rather die than submit. You must be her lover."

"Perfect. I'll send your head over with hers."

"I'd like to see what that little bitch Meng Bi'er looks like then."

She rattled on and on, and she had clearly seen the gloom on Chu Danqing's face.

Yet she remained utterly fearless, flaunting a tyrannical and arrogant air.

Her confidence came not only from Marquis Anle, but also because the deity on Chu Danqing's side was too weak.

She had naturally sensed Lady of Linshui, but she was far too weak.

So weak that she could crush her