How could anyone ask for such an outrageous amount!
Shao Hui was furious with him, but he couldn't just watch someone die there.
Otherwise, there will be even more trouble!
"Okay, okay, hurry up and save him! He's really going to die!"
Jiang Nuo stuffed the remaining buns into her mouth, casually picked up a ceramic teacup from the table, twirled it around the rim with her fingertips, and then flicked her wrist and tossed it away.
The cup smashed straight at the arm that was already nearly killing the fat monk.
Water was splashed out; it was clearly cold water, yet it instantly burned the female ghost's arm. A sharp wail came from the painting, and she withdrew in pain.
The fat monk suddenly fell, crashing heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood, clutching his neck and trembling.
"Big brother!!"
The terrified monks rushed forward to help the man up, but the moment they touched the fat monk's body, he trembled even more violently, as if he were about to collapse at any moment.
"Hehe..."
He was making continuous gasping sounds, feeling as if his throat was blocked, his blood was congested and he couldn't breathe, and his face was turning increasingly bluish-purple.
The fat monk reached out to Jiang Nuo as if pleading for help, begging him to save his life.
"Ouch, how did you get so hurt?"
Jiang Nuo looked at him in surprise for a few moments, then squatted down and examined the fat monk's eyes and face, finally finding the reason.
It's bound by ghostly energy.
A piece of green paper with black characters was stuck to the back of his neck, smoke rose, and to everyone's astonishment, a faint rope appeared, which moved for a few seconds before being cut.
The fat monk breathed heavily, as if he had survived a disaster, and his bruised face slowly returned to normal.
Before he could even thank Jiang Nuo, his bloodshot eyes widened suddenly, and he scrambled to the back in a fluster.
Jiang Nuo didn't turn around; she even had time to wipe her hands before turning around with a smile.
"Hi, Miss Yinghong."
Yinghong, a female ghost with a face covered in blood, ready to scare people:?
How does this person recognize me?
She gave a cold shout, her tone sinister and frightening.
"You dare save him? I'll kill you!"
Jiang Nuo expressed his deep regret, "That's a real pity, you can't kill me."
"To express my apology, I'll kill you first."
As soon as he finished speaking, a red rope appeared in Jiang Nuo's hand. This time, small bells were hung at all three ends of the red rope, which swayed as the rope was swung out.
The bell rang, Yinghong let out a sharp scream, staggering back several steps. Her bright red clothes looked like flowing blood, and her braided pigtails had become deadly weapons.
Yinghong was afraid that the sound of the bell would have a huge impact on the ghostly energy she had accumulated over time, so she simply wanted to disappear back into the painting.
But Jiang Nuo clearly wouldn't give her that chance, spinning around and around like a top.
Yinghong eyes were bloodshot and his appearance was terrifying; his anger caused his ghostly aura to surge.
Just then, Du Juan, who had been taken away by Xu Jin, flew over. Perhaps because her resentment had dissipated considerably, she didn't look as terrifying as she had yesterday, and her stunning appearance before birth could still be vaguely discerned.
She stood in front of Yinghong, arms outstretched, " Yinghong, don't go too far. Didn't you say yourself that ordinary people are innocent?"
They had originally agreed that they would only kill the boss.
Seeing that the two of them had suddenly started chatting, Jiang Nuo took back the red string and wrapped it around her wrist a few times, then picked up a steamed bun and watched the show.
Tell us your stories.
Jiang Nuo encouraged him.
"Am I being unreasonable?!"
Yinghong was unusually agitated when she faced her. Unlike the strangulation marks on Du Juan's neck, her eyes were ulcerated and filled with fleshy pulp, as if she had been tortured to death.
"He tricked me into marriage, imprisoned me, used my identity to leak organization information to Wa Country, and finally tortured me to death. Now, our children are still multiplying. It disgusts me just thinking about it!"
It turned out they were former members of a revolutionary organization in Dragon Country. Jiang Nuo responded with applause, "Truly great."
Then, glancing silently at the terrified Shao Hui in the corner, he remarked with a touch of emotion, "Your great-grandfather is truly a great-grandson."
Shao Hui: "..."
That's none of his business!
Now, times have changed. The boss back then killed so many women who admired him, climbed to power over their corpses, and even betrayed his country for personal gain, thus creating the Winter at Dusk of today.
These women, however, are trapped in this inn, unable to escape or be reincarnated.
Yinghong and Du Juan both fell silent. They both knew that even if they joined forces, they might not be able to defeat this person who had suddenly appeared.
The atmosphere in the lobby was very oppressive.
Suddenly, the shadowy imp that Jiang Nuo had seen earlier appeared.
He slowly crawled to Jiang Nuo's feet, tentatively reaching out his pale little hand to grasp Jiang Nuo's finger.
Jiang Nuo noticed, looked down but didn't shake him off, and asked him with a smile.
"What you up to?"
" Auntie Yinghong is very kind. Please help her and let her be reincarnated."
The little devil had even changed his way of addressing people; his pale, dark face and black pupils were terrifying, but Jiang Nuo's gaze remained unwavering.
"But I'm not a Daoist priest, I don't know how to help someone reincarnate."
Jiang Nuo bent down to look the little devil in the eye, treating him better than she would treat humans.
"However... I do have a good idea."
With a flick of her glass-like eyes, Jiang Nuo immediately turned around and reached out to the production manager who was still holding a megaphone.
"Hey buddy, can I borrow your loudspeaker?"
The stage manager dared not refuse and quickly handed the loudspeaker to Jiang Nuo, taking each step forward cautiously.
Jiang Nuo coughed lightly into the loudspeaker a few times, then shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Everyone! You have five minutes! Grab your valuables and leave this inn!"
Although they didn't know what he was going to do, the staff quickly got to work.
Shao Hui was stunned. "What are you going to do?"
He suddenly had a bad feeling.
"It's simple. All evil originates from this inn, and the vengeful spirits of the two women are trapped and unable to escape."
Jiang Nuo's eyes crinkled with laughter, but a hint of excitement shone in her gaze. "So let's just burn this place down!"
Shao Hui immediately roared, extremely agitated, "What did you say! No way! This is the legacy of my ancestors!"
Yinghong spat, "Bullshit! This inn is my home! Even if you're my great-grandson, you can't just take it over!"
"I hate that man, and I hate every one of his descendants even more!"
"Burn it, go ahead and burn it! I've had enough of being here!"
Yinghong fully supports this decision.
It's a pity I didn't get to kill that ungrateful boss with my own hands.
Xu Jin said coldly from behind, " Shao Hui, what right do you have to refuse? I'm the one who salvaged Winter at Dusk's reputation."
"I never imagined that, whether in the past or present, the men of your Shao Family only know how to climb over women to get ahead."
Shao Hui was speechless after being rebuked by her, his face turning red with embarrassment.
Jiang Nuo snapped her fingers, flames igniting at her fingertips, her smile both beautiful and enigmatic.
"Friendly reminder, President Shao, if you don't leave soon, you'll turn into braised pork!"