Chapter 237: Her heart is like a stagnant pool, unable to stir up any waves

 Chapter 237: Her heart is like a stagnant pool, unable to stir up any waves

If it weren't for the fact that Mu Qing had helped him protect his master, Changyuan wouldn't have gotten close to him.

He had slept for too long, and the world was too boring when he woke up.

His master ignored him, and the other evil spirits feared him. Only Su Zijia could talk to him.

But now he couldn't tell who this person really was.

Changyuan shook his head in frustration, "The Mu Qing I know wouldn't kill anyone."

Qin Ruan's voice was slow, "Are you sure?"

"He's very clean. Any lost soul, whether in life or death, as long as their hands are stained with blood, can't escape my eyes."

Changyuan's gaze rested on Su Zijia, who was sitting on the ground in a sorry state.

"Su Zijia, he wouldn't kill innocent people."

He called him Su Zijia, that was his attitude.

Whether this person was Mu Qing or Su Zijia, he saw eye to eye with this person, and the name was just a label.

"I really did kill the person!" Su Zijia broke down.

He stared at Qin Ruan with his blood-red eyes, his face sincere, wanting to gain her trust.

Qin Ruan shook her head gently, "I can distinguish who the murderer is myself."

Su Zijia's eyes dimmed, "You won't find her, it's my fault. Let me repay her for everything."

Qin Ruan replied, "What happened between you two is none of my concern. What I'm looking for is the murderer. You said you enjoyed killing, watching the pain on their faces as they died. Is that pleasure for you? Do you know that all the dead were killed in one blow and didn't suffer much pain before they died?"

Qin Ruan couldn't let go of the death of the driver.

If they didn't solve Mu Qing today, she didn't know how many more people he would harm.

It was her duty to reap all the evil spirits in the world.

Su Zijia slumped on the ground, unable to refute her.

Because he didn't kill the person.

He was completely lost, and no longer had the composure he had before.

Su Zijia murmured, "When my family was poor, my parents had to sell either me or my sister to survive. They used a lottery to decide who to sell, but I didn't want to be sold and did something to prevent it."

Father and mother drew lots with two paper balls, one with writing and one without. Whoever drew the one with writing would be sold. I secretly opened the paper and tore a corner off the one without writing. In the end, my younger sister was sold while I was left behind.

"If I hadn't done that, Qingqing wouldn't have suffered so much. No matter what she did, as her brother, it's my responsibility to make it up to her."

Su Zijia was full of sorrow. If ghost could cry, tears would have already covered his face.

Qin Ruan remained indifferent, his eyes devoid of emotion. "Your sibling entanglement has nothing to do with me. All I want is Muqing."

Growing up in the Western City, she had seen too many tragedies in life. Her heart had long been like stagnant water, unable to stir up any ripples.

"If you don't tell me, I'll find her myself."

Qin Ruan walked up to Su Zijia and looked down on him from a high vantage point.

"Since you and her are siblings, the entanglement imprinted on your souls cannot be cut off. What I'm going to do next may be...painful for you. Bear with it."

After all, Qin Ruan had some consideration for Su Zijia's identity from a century ago and reminded him in advance.

The next moment, she placed her hand on Su Zijia's heavenly spirit spot and extracted his soul. Using blood kinship to summon relatives was the simplest and most crude way.

However, the pain he endured during the process was something that no ordinary soul could bear.

"Ah...ah..."

Su Zijia felt his three souls and seven spirits being controlled by a pair of hands, and the excruciating pain swept through his body.

"No need, I'm out!"

Qin Ruan had already grabbed Su Zijia's soul in her hand. Before she could take action, a pleasant and familiar voice sounded in her ears.

She turned around and faced a familiar face. The woman was wearing a dark blue dress, standing elegantly in the living room. The fabric wrapped around her perfect and graceful figure, and her body was surrounded by the stench of decay and death.

Her long hair was scattered, and her blood-red eyes were devoid of emotion, with a suffocating sense of oppression churning within them.

Her delicate face was pallid, identical to Su Zijia's.

The difference between the two was the extreme difference in their auras.

Su Zijia's aura was pure, while Muqing was shrouded in blood mist, carrying a stench of decay and bloodshed accumulated from killing countless people.

Qin Ruan's cold eyes swept over them, and a cold and chilling feeling permeated them.

The golden whip bound to Su Zijia's body consciously returned to Qin Ruan's hand. She held the golden whip in her hand and turned to face Mu Qing.

Mu Qing's appearance immediately made Changyuan sense danger.

"He instinctively stood by Xiao Yunchen's side, blocking his body and line of sight towards Mu Qing. 

Lu Wenbin and Qiao Nanyuan also sensed the strong resentment emanating from Mu Qing. 

The two of them looked at each other and quickly divided their roles, guarding on either side of Xiao Yunchen. 

Qin Ruan faced Mu Qing alone, her expression solemn. 

A Li Gui who had been dead for a hundred years now possessed power close to that of a Gui Wang. She had to be careful. 

Mu Qing looked at Su Zijia, who was lying on the ground with hook-like charm in her eyes. 

"Brother, you really have no backbone, still so weak after all these years!" 

Su Zijia tightly pursed his lips and did not refute. 

Mu Qing was used to him being like this and did not speak to him anymore. 

She played with her sharp nails like blades, which were blood-red in color and faintly glowing with a cold light. 

Mu Qing's small mouth was slightly pursed, and her movements were somewhat coy and feminine. 

If she were human and made such a small movement, perhaps it would have elicited sympathy. 

Unfortunately, she was now a Gui, a bizarre appearance that made people nauseous. 

Mu Qing's bloody eyes lightly fell on Qin Ruan. The eye movements and actions of these two siblings were almost identical. 

She tilted her head and asked, "Are you a Taoist? Are you going to take me in?" 

Qin Ruan frowned and had no particular feelings toward the Gui in front of her. She was affected by her affectation, which made her nauseous. In a cold voice, she asked, "Why do you want to kill people?" 

"Because of my face, if there is no live beating heart to sustain it, my face will become very ugly." 

Mu Qing laughed merrily, her tone innocent and naive, as if she were talking about a very ordinary thing. 

The words fell into the ears of everyone present, causing shivers down their spines. 

To maintain her appearance, she had to kill people to obtain fresh hearts. 

Indeed, she was an evil Gui, capable of any evil. 

Qin Ruan sighed lightly, "I have nothing to say to you. Today, I will send you to the underworld myself. Your evil deeds in life and death are all recorded in the Book of Life and Death. Go down and repay your debts." 

The golden whip in her hand dissipated as she prepared to summon the underworld Yin soldiers to capture Mu Qing's soul. 

Mu Qing laughed disdainfully, "You are just a Taoist and can't hurt me. Even Yin soldiers can't do anything to me." 

Her attitude was truly arrogant and domineering. 

"Oh?" Qin Ruan raised an eyebrow, and a cold smile appeared on her face. "Why don't you try?" 

She was curious about where Mu Qing's confidence came from. 

Mu Qing's smile disappeared from her face, and a fierce chill surged in her blood-red eyes. Her sharp nails curved like claws, assuming an attacking posture. 

(End of chapter)