"Wen Shu, Grandpa San really misses you, you dead girl, where have you been these days! Do you know or not, the village has already... already..."
Grandpa San covered his wrinkled face and wailed, "It's over, everything is over! The village's century-old foundation has been destroyed by a great fire in an instant!"
"I..."
Wen Shu's face was somewhat moved, she was well aware that the current situation in the village was mostly her influence.
Just as Wen Shu's guilt became even stronger, a hoarse voice appeared in her heart.
"Wen Shu, do you want to protect your clan members? I can give you the most terrifying power in this world, and all you have to give is your loyalty!"
This voice, like the whisper of a devil, incessantly tempted Wen Shu's soul.
Meanwhile, Song Yun frowned as he watched Wen Shu standing still in tears, a wisp of black mist swirling above her head, like a harbinger of great disaster.
And this little girl Wen Shu is yelling about some Grandpa San in this piece of air; where the heck does any person come from in this deserted village!
"This little girl is about to be possessed."
Huang Baoding took a few steps backward, preparing to flee. In her eyes, Wen Shu was simply engulfed in demonic energy, and a slight misstep could lead to an irreversible doom!
Usually, such demons would not have any shred of emotional principle; they act impulsively, killing people is just a trivial pleasure!
"Damn it!"
Song Yun bit his middle finger, his hands forming the Spiritual Official Mantra while he muttered incantations, and his originally crimson blood burst forth with golden light.
Song Yun jabbed a finger at Wen Shu's spiritual platform, and she uttered groans of pain, clearly in agony.
The two forces continued to fight and wear each other down, Song Yun could clearly feel the remaining Inner Strength inside his body rapidly depleting.
"Come help quickly!"
Song Yun roared at Huang Baoding, who was trying to flee. Damn it, at such a critical moment, and you're still backing away!
Huang Baoding sighed with his second soul within, closed his eyes, and formed a hand seal. When he opened them again, his pitch-black pupils became blood-red.
"Break!"
Huang Baoding bit his tongue and sprayed fresh blood towards Wen Shu.
Huang Baoding was a true virgin boy; his blood was extremely pure and strong, having a natural restraint against demons and ghosts!
Song Yun had just gotten out of the car when he saw his barefooted wife rushing towards him; he quickly walked a few steps to catch her.
Ye Qingqing clung to Song Yun like a koala, murmuring, "It's good you're back, it's good you're back."
"Silly girl, there's no place in this world that can trap me."
Song Yun supported her with one hand and with the other pinched Ye Qingqing's cheek, now a little chubby due to pregnancy.
"How about Wen Shu? Did you find her?"
Song Yun opened the rear car door with one hand, Wen Shu was lying there quietly, having a sweet dream.
"This girl, she really is sleeping soundly."
Ye Qingqing somewhat dissatisfied, crawled into the car and pinched Wen Shu's cheek gently.
"Ah... Is it morning?"
Wen Shu sat up, confused, rubbing her eyes in a dazed manner.
Surrounded by people, she blinked in bewilderment, then turned over and lay back down on the seat, muttering to herself with smacking lips, "It must be a dream, how could so many people come into my bedroom."
"Time to get up!"
Ye Qingqing was both exasperated and amused in her heart.
Wen Shu, hearing the voice, woke up completely, suddenly sitting up with big, innocent eyes.
"Don't you remember what just happened?"
Song Yun asked calmly.
Wen Shu shook her head in confusion and asked, "What happened? Isn't today the day we go to the ancestral hall for the ceremony? Is it time already?"
"!!!"
The others exchanged looks; it seemed Wen Shu had lost a chunk of her memory.
Song Yun stopped Huang Baoding, who was itching to spill everything, and said with a smile, "You overslept, the ceremony has already been held."
"Ah!"
Wen Shu sighed with disappointment and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I don't know why I slept so deeply... Maybe we can hold the ceremony again; I will make sure to get up early next time!"
"It's okay; there will always be another chance."
Song Yun, with Ye Qingqing in his arms, returned to the living room, and Wen Shu followed with frowning brows. She began to wonder why she was sleeping in the car, fully dressed. Had she really just overslept?