"Squelch..."
Ling Yun's face was hideous and terrifying.
Ling Lei's right hand had plunged straight into his chest and torn out his still-living heart, hot and raw.
His eyes were filled with incomprehension.
Ling Lei usually cowered before him, submitting to every beating and curse. How had he grown bold enough to kill him today?
"You... it was you..."
Ling Yun finally turned his gaze toward Long Shuang'er, who had been staring straight at him all along. "You bewitched Ling Lei into killing me?"
"Ah..."
This time, Ling Yun could no longer speak at all.
Ling Lei opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of black vapor.
It swelled upon meeting the wind, turning into a black vortex in midair in the blink of an eye.
Ling Yun's entire body, along with the pretty young woman who had opened the door, was swallowed into the black vortex.
In less than half a minute, Ling Yun and the young woman were gone, and their faint, intermittent screams abruptly ceased.
"Burp..."
Ling Lei actually belched.
He rubbed his bulging stomach, which soon shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Looking at Ling Lei again, his body was still his own, but his eyes shone with a light that did not belong to him.
Deep, cold, and suffused with an eerie blood-red glow.
"Little girl, I've done what I promised you. But what about what you promised me?"
Ling Lei spoke in a voice completely different from his own.
Had Lin Shisan been there, he would certainly have been struck dumb with astonishment.
Because that voice belonged to Ning Jiuying.
Although Feng Xian'er had captured the Demon Spirit inside Long Qingshan at the Long Household, this had ultimately driven Ning Jiuying's main body to harden his heart, forcibly sever all