The searing red stabbed into Qi Gu's eyes and heart. He stared blankly as Juanjuan devoured Wang Xiangxiu's soul. He did not know how much time had passed, but he thought it could not have been too long. After all, Wang Xiangxiu's soul had not yet been completely devoured... Qi Gu took the rather poorly drawn talismans from the inner compartment of his schoolbag and flung out a dozen at once. They fluttered through the air, surrounding Juanjuan.
Juanjuan's eyes were scarlet, brimming with seething hatred. At last, she released the claws gripping Wang Xiangxiu's soul and lunged at Qi Gu.
Qi Gu turned sideways to dodge Juanjuan's attack, then slapped a bright yellow talisman onto her back, restoring a trace of her reason. "How did this happen?"
Qi Gu asked Juanjuan in disbelief.
He had already found a solution. Perhaps... perhaps if he had arrived just a few minutes earlier, none of this would have happened. If only he had run a little faster.
But there were no ifs. What had happened had happened.
Wang Xiangxiu was dead, and her soul was incomplete. Juanjuan had blood on her hands and had become a vengeful ghost, while the man on the ground had died with his soul utterly destroyed.
Juanjuan's scarlet eyes gradually cleared, but when she saw the corpse of the man on the ground, her father, there was not a trace of regret on her face.
After Juanjuan died, Wang Xiangxiu's husband had barely come home for days, staying at a friend's house instead. Whether it was out of fear or a desire to keep it out of sight and out of mind, no one knew.
Only after Juanjuan's Seventh-day Memorial did Wang Xiangxiu's husband begin coming home more frequently.
At first, he restrained himself somewhat because Wang