CHAPTER 427: CHAPTER 426: AN ACQUAINTANCE?

The reinforcements arrived, and Mo Zhi quietly retracted the Ghost Wall, then retreated into the Jade Token, as if everything before was just an illusion.

The mist dispersed a bit, and those trapped inside the Ghost Wall suddenly could see clearly, then exchanged puzzled looks.

Their expressions made them realize that they’d truly become fools.

The man with gold-rimmed glasses seemed refined, but when his eyes fell on those holding Wang Qianyu, those eyes were devoid of warmth.

Even people used to licking the blood off their blades were frightened by such a gaze.

Even Wang Qianyu was startled, his voice stammering: "A... Ah Yu, I’m okay..."

Once, Wang Qianyu had merely heard that Ah Yu, by his Third Uncle’s side, was omnipotent, not just a simple confidant assistant; today, he seemed to witness it...

"Don’t worry, Ninth Young Master, this is the Wang Family Mansion’s territory, I won’t make a move!"

Upon hearing this, the others obviously breathed a sigh of relief and reflexively released their hold on Wang Qianyu.

Yun Ran also got out of the car at this time and naturally heard this sentence; she glanced at those who sighed with relief.

She thought they were too easily assured; this person only said he wouldn’t act within the Wang Family Mansion’s territory, but what about other times, who knows?

Wang Dao knew continuing to pester would yield no results, snorted coldly, then turned and left, with others hastily following.

In the twilight, the seemingly dense wall of people vanished in an instant.

"Lady Yun, apologies for today’s incident, the Wang Family will certainly give you an explanation."

Old Zhou slightly bowed to Yun Ran; given his current status, such courtesy was not something anyone could receive.

"No need for formality."

Yun Ran gave a brief smile; after all, it wasn’t her suffering, she’s an outsider, no need to make a fuss.

Old Zhou waved his hand, and someone immediately stepped out to take Wang Qianyu for treatment of his injuries, while the man called Ah Yu directly stepped forward, acting as Yun Ran’s driver.

Yun Ran had no objections to this; when in Rome, do as the Romans do.

By the time the car reached the garden occupying the best location at the mountain top, darkness had fully descended.

The temperature at the mountaintop was noticeably colder than at the foot, and as soon as Yun Ran stepped out of the car, a servant was waiting nearby.

In their hands was an expensive and rare non-sale item scarf.

"Lady Yun, the weather’s a bit chilly, you should wrap yourself in this."

Yun Ran glanced again at the once more gentle Ah Yu, thinking his ability to change faces was top-notch.

"Thank you."

Ginsengfruit was still left inside a small lounge outside the garden; small only in comparison to the whole garden.

In reality, this lounge was as luxurious as the best hotel’s suites, at least judging by the items displayed on the shelves, any of which could be antique-grade.

Yun Ran entered the garden together with Old Zhou, thinking Old Zhou might ask her what happened to Wang Mian and why she hurried over.

But in fact, Old Zhou said nothing, throughout the process making Yun Ran feel no discomfort at all.

Arriving at the courtyard where Wang Mian resided, Old Zhou paused: "Lady Yun, I’ll wait outside."

He had evidently guessed Yun Ran had discovered something, and the situation must be quite urgent; he needed to attend to matters outside.

When Yun Ran stepped in, those masked shadows appeared before her like specters.

However, they were not confronting Yun Ran, merely looking curiously at her, wondering why she arrived so soon when they said it would take a few days.

Though they didn’t speak, Yun Ran somehow understood their meaning: "The situation changed, naturally I came early!"

The masked shadows stood still for a minute before stepping aside to clear the path.

Yun Ran reached out and pushed open the door, and a dense vitality surged out from the room.

"Looks like I underestimated the Dragon Spirit Blood’s effect. Uh, next time, I’ll ask him for some stock; this is way more effective than my blood."

Even without Yun Ran’s arrival, Wang Mian would wake up by midnight.

However, his Divine Soul contained other elements, and if not separated in time, who knows if Wang Mian would become a fool.

Yun Ran opened her bag and continuously searched inside for quite a while before retrieving a dusty bottle resembling junk from an antique street.

Looking at the rosy Wang Mian, appearing just asleep, Yun Ran mumbled to herself: "You’re lucky; if it was my master’s uncle, you’d be much poorer."

With her fingers close together, Yun Ran gently flicked upward, the decrepit bottle suddenly coming to life as if infused with a soul.

A gentle glow emerged from the bottle.

The entire bottle turned into a smooth silvery white, instantly transforming from junk into a fine treasure.

In Yun Ran’s operation, the bottle soon hovered over Wang Mian’s head, the bottle turning upside down, its mouth aiming at Wang Mian.

Suddenly, the bottle shook violently, resembling a person seeing a relative, thrilled and gesticulating excitedly.

Yun Ran’s expression slightly changed, her fingers gesturing a retracting motion.

"No way, even in this book’s world, I encounter acquaintances?"

Besides those subdued by the Little Purification Bottle, only people from Qingfeng Temple would make this bottle react familiarly.

Originally, Yun Ran planned to handle things officially; she frowned but then sat down on the ground, pouring out the few remaining drops of Dragon Spirit Blood, drawing an array asking prayers to gods and ghosts.

After the array was drawn, a beam shot up from the ground, penetrating the ceiling.

Everyone in the Wang Family Mansion saw this sight.

On another peak, a side hill, resided Wang Family’s matriarch, spinning a string of bright green beads.

Only those familiar with her knew whenever she felt uneasy, she spun her beads and soon would see many people suffering.

Wang’s matriarch, eyes narrowed at her housekeeper nearby: "Do you think the third young one can still win?"

The housekeeper, a middle-aged woman, only two or three years younger than Wang’s matriarch, was her confidant brought from the Liang family and dared to speak openly.

"Third Young Master can’t always be so lucky. If not for your past consideration of kinship, the Wang Family would’ve already been yours..."