Wang Laogou lay pinned to the long table by a sword, his body arched backward. He was still alive, blood frothing from his mouth as he pleaded in terror, "Don't... don't kill me... please...!"
"Scared?"
Ren Ye stared at him expressionlessly, his voice icy.
Wang Laogou gasped violently and nodded repeatedly. "I'm scared. I was wrong...!"
Blazing sunlight shone into the gloomy room.
Ren Ye slowly bent down, pointed at his cheek, and enunciated every word. "You got one thing wrong today. Your wife and I are having an affair, and the kid isn't yours either. So selling gutter oil means you hurt other people's children to provide for mine. Thanks!"
Pinned to the long table, Wang Laogou looked slightly bewildered. Then the veins on his forehead suddenly bulged, and blood gushed from his mouth and nose in his fury. "I... I wondered why that woman always said I smelled. You cheating bastards, all three of you will... will die horrible deaths...!"
"Pfft!"
A gush of scalding blood sprayed out, and Wang Laogou died in endless hatred and resentment.
Ren Ye was slightly taken aback by his response. "You're a man with stories written all over you...!"
As his words fell, he swiftly raised his right arm, held two fingers upright before his brow, and murmured, "Come out, my little darling-Soul-Questioning Talisman!"
At his words, a paper talisman abruptly appeared between Ren Ye's fingers and slowly began burning on its own.
"Boom!"
The talisman's ashes scattered, and a phantom appeared, dressed in robes whiter than snow, like an immortal maiden banished to the mortal world.
She wore a jade crown, a vermilion mark between her brows, and her peerlessly beautiful features became increasingly distinct.
This phantom was formed from a wisp of Ai Fei's divine sense. She sat barefoot and