Sending Yin (16)

Without much hesitation, Zhao Yijiu lowered his sinister gaze and let go of Zhao Ruru's cheek.

Just as Zhao Ruru breathed a sigh of relief, she suddenly felt herself lifted into the air. A moment later, blood rushed to her head, and a hard shoulder bone dug painfully into her stomach.

Realizing Zhao Yijiu had hoisted her over his shoulder, she panicked. "...What are you doing?!"

"Looking at you reminds me that I was jilted at the altar. You think you can sit by the fire and relax? Not a chance." Zhao Yijiu stood up with her slung steadily over his shoulder and glanced around.

Yu Xing hadn't noticed their little scuffle yet. Zhao Yijiu smirked and quickly headed toward a tall, dead tree.

"I'm going to hang you up."

Hang her up?!

Zhao Ruru's heart jolted. Rationally, she knew Zhao Yijiu probably meant it literally—that he would simply put her in a tree to make a fool of her. But just last night, she had seen the Saintess's clansmen and the escort guards impaled on branches!

The sight had been deeply disturbing. She wouldn't forget it anytime soon.

Was Zhao Yijiu going to do the same to her? Having her flesh pierced would hurt like hell...

Besides, in his vengeful-ghost state, Zhao Yijiu had no empathy at all. What if he suddenly felt like admiring her corpse?

Wary of the way vengeful ghosts thought, Zhao Ruru fought in earnest against his shoulder, kicking and thrashing. She even tried to reach the bell hidden inside her collar.

Zhao Yijiu took several hits and let out a scornful laugh. Then he nimbly climbed the tree trunk and tossed Zhao Ruru onto a sturdy, thick branch.

"Creak—"

The dead tree groaned under the strain. Zhao Ruru immediately went still, lying on the