I suppose she could be called an Immortal!
Zhang Chulan, of course, hadn't been beheaded by Feng Baobao, though he'd been scared half to death all the same.
Feng Baobao had simply noticed something strange at the back of Zhang Chulan's head and attacked without hesitation. While Zhang Chulan lay sprawled on the ground, still terrified out of his wits, she walked up to him and held out the tip of her knife, where a wormlike insect suffused with "qi" was impaled.
The moment he saw it, Zhang Chulan forgot all about his own pathetic, half-dead state and his bloodied neck. He stared in astonishment and demanded to know what the thing was and how it had managed to restrict the "qi" in his body.
Feng Baobao didn't hide anything. She told him outright that the little worm was a witchcraft gu from certain families in western Hunan. It could control the living, block the Ren and Du meridians, and prevent Zhang Chulan from using his qi, activating his Golden Light Spell, or fighting back.
As expected, after she untied Zhang Chulan and heard from him why he'd been abducted, that expressionless crazy woman, Feng Baobao, didn't forget to mock and ridicule him mercilessly.
And she did it in the most plainspoken way imaginable—words that struck straight to the heart and sounded utterly ordinary, yet seemed vicious beyond measure to Zhang Chulan.
At the time, Feng Baobao had bluntly said that a loser and idiot like Zhang Chulan had actually been stupid enough to believe some girl would agree to go on a date with him and even get a room together. What an absurd thing to think!
After he got home, whenever Zhang Chulan lay in bed and thought about how even Feng Baobao—a crazy woman who barely seemed