Chapter Sixteen: The Crimson Skull Society

  Xue Er lightly jumped to Sun Xiao Xiao's side, and Sun Xiao Xiao's clean small hand roughly grabbed Xue Er's ear. Xue Er showed her teeth and turned her head to look at Ye Qing, seeing that Ye Qing didn't have any intention of stopping it, she let out a sigh. Thinking about it, as a heavenly spirit who has lived for tens of thousands of years and opened up spiritual wisdom for hundreds of years, now being pinched by the ear by an infant only a few months old is truly too pathetic.

  It was strange that Sun Xiaoxiao, who had been crying and making a fuss all along, became unexpectedly quiet after grabbing Xueer's long plush ears, and finally fell asleep with her arms around Xueer.

  Sleeping? That's Xue Er's favorite thing to do. Under everyone's gaze, Xiao Xiao and Xue Er actually fell asleep together, incredibly sweetly.

  Ye Qing said to Huang Laoxie, who was still flapping his butt violently: "Stop fanning, everyone is sleeping! Wait for Xiaoxiao to wake up, and you can be responsible for heating up the milk again!"

  Huang Lao stood there foolishly, habitually fanning himself until he let out a loud sneeze and came to his senses. It wasn't the season for fanning anymore.

  For a moment, the suite was quiet, and Ye Qing suddenly remembered that he had spent 100,000 yuan to hire a driver. If the retired soldier had run away with the money, Ye Qing would never have believed it. His judgment of people wouldn't be so bad, and besides, could he escape? He had left a divine mark on him, and as long as he released the powder-like insect called Fen'er within a hundred miles, he would definitely be able to find the divine mark.

  Isn't something wrong? It can't be that coincidental. At this late hour, Ye Qing arranged for them to take good care of Xiao Xiao and went out alone.

  Released a sesame-sized powder, the powder excitedly circled around Ye Qing and immediately shot towards the distance like lightning. Ye Qing stood on the rapidly flying Tianlong horse, tracking a faint trail of powder in front of him.

  They flew for about a dozen miles, and then Fei'er stopped. By now the moon was low in the west, obscured by dark clouds, and the cold wind caused the ancient pines to creak and groan, making it a perfect night for murder.

  Ye Qing gathered her thoughts and quietly followed Fei'er, slowly approaching the spiritual mark that was hers. This place was the westernmost part of Xijing's Western Cool Mountain, where it was said that there were ancient Han tombs, so grave robbers often came and went. It was also said that on this mountain, there were rare birds and beasts, which attracted many poachers. There were also rumors that a mysterious organization was hidden on the mountain, and no matter what your wishes were, as long as you joined the organization, they would all come true.

  There was a street vendor who joined this mysterious organization by chance and later became a super rich businessman.

  There was also a poor village chief who fortunately joined the organization and later became the president of a small country, with great power, basically achieving the "drunken sleep on a beauty's lap, waking up to hold the power of the world" in a local sense!

  Later, there was a legend that a Jianghu practitioner who sought immortality joined this mysterious organization by chance and eventually became a terrestrial immortal who could ascend to heaven and descend into the earth.

  Ye Qing naturally didn't know about these rumors, but Ye Qing had come to this mountain range at this time, which was exactly the place mentioned in the rumor.

  The cold wind was piercing, and the mountain road was difficult to travel. But Ye Qing had been flying at a height of several meters above the ground all along, and didn't feel it was particularly difficult to get through.

  Ye Qing found Fen Er had arrived at a small house with blue tiles and white walls deep in the mountain forest, and suddenly returned to her own green leaf world.

  Ye Qing knew that he had arrived at his destination, and immediately opened up his spiritual awareness, being vigilant of the surroundings, and quietly extended his spiritual awareness into the small house.

  Ye Qing was suddenly startled and shocked, forgetting to urge on his spiritual power, almost falling from the sky.

  The small hut was originally a forest police outpost, and the two forest policemen inside had been smashed to death with heavy objects and could no longer die, their shriveled corpses were eerie.

  A robust man was stripped naked and hung from the beam, while a beautiful woman in a fiery leopard-print skirt was whipping him fiercely with a leather whip. What shocked Ye Qing was that the robust young man was none other than Wang Liang, the driver he had just hired that morning.

  Ye Qing moved closer, and could hear the leopard-print woman asking: "That 100,000 yuan of yours, who exactly gave it to you? You drive for the taxi company that Blood-colored Skull controls, it's your 98,000 lifetimes' worth of good fortune, yet you dare to quit. Speak, even if you're just an apprentice, I can still spare your life. If you serve me well, I might even introduce you to the gang, it's not impossible!"

  Wang Liang nodded slightly and said something in a low voice, but Ye Qing couldn't quite hear it.

  Ye Qing wasn't blaming Wang Liang, he was just a bit disappointed in him. Anyone who hadn't received special agent training would confess after being beaten until their skin was torn and flesh exposed, it was forgivable, even for retired soldiers.

  Ye Qing had already prepared to go in and save people. If this Wang Liang could become his fan, Ye Qing wouldn't mind passing on the Nameless Incantation to him either.

  The leopard-print woman saw Wang Liang finally succumb to her lustful power, and let out a refreshing "haha" crazy laugh. After laughing, the leopard-print woman leaned her head closer to Wang Liang, trying to hear more clearly.

  Wang Liang spat a mouthful of bloody phlegm, accurately landing it on the beautiful, melon-seed-shaped face of the leopard-print woman. Wang Liang burst into maniacal laughter: "You slut, Zuo Meng! I've spit in your face. You got my brother Wang Xi thrown in jail and that's still not enough? Even if I die, I won't reveal a single thing about our benefactor, hahahaha..."

  Ye Qing's heart was racing, it turned out that Wang Liang was the brother of Wang Xi, the driver who had been in a car accident, and this leopard-print woman must be Zuo Meng, whom Wang Xi loved dearly.

  It seems that this Zuo Meng has joined some sort of Blood Skull organization, and Wang Liang would rather die than reveal the secret. Good, good.

  Ye Qing planned to rescue Wang Liang before the leopard-print woman's whip fell again.

  If it were just that, Ye Qing wouldn't have been shocked to the point of almost falling down. Those two forest policemen looked like mummies, with sunken cheeks and no flesh or blood. Because their blood was all in an inflatable bathtub next to them. On the other side of the inflatable bathtub, there were several male and female mummies, it seemed that most of the blood in the bathtub had been extracted from these people.

  In the blood-filled bathtub, there was a handsome young man sitting naked with his eyes closed.

  The leopard-print woman pulled out a white silk handkerchief and slowly wiped away the dirt on her face, saying: "Looks like you're looking for death, but I won't let you have your way! Have you seen Sima Xiaoguang? Take a good look at him, a street vendor selling toilet paper, he beat to death several thugs who asked him for protection money, and then bathed in their blood. Through my introduction as a disciple of the Blood Skull Society, he was able to join our sacred society. I wonder if you've heard a legend...

  Ye Qing saw that the leopard-print woman didn't continue to act, so he decided to listen carefully. After all, this blood-colored skull sounded quite mysterious, and if he acted rashly, the leopard-print woman might bite into something like potassium cyanide and commit suicide, which would be very uninteresting.

  It's true, the leopard-print woman Zuo Meng began to tell the legend of that mysterious organization that can make one's dreams come true as soon as they join. Finally, she pointed at Sima Xiaoguang in the blood-filled bathtub and said: "Those who know how to seize opportunities are heroes, smashing pots is useless, being able to realize one's own dreams is the king's way. You say your brother Wang Xi, that good-for-nothing who only knows how to drive a truck, no matter how hard he tries, can he make my dream of being a new bride every night come true? Can he make my dream of being rich and powerful come true? He can't, it's no wonder he got into an accident and went to prison, he deserved it!"

  Wang Liang's fierce attack was dodged easily by her, and she sneered with a smile: "Wang Liang, don't think that just because I like you, you can seek death desperately. Hehe, for dealing with foolish soldiers like you, I have a hundred ways to make you surrender under my leopard-print skirt!"

  Zuǒ Mèng said, then from the leopard-print skirt's inside, she pulled out a sticky pill and said: "This Wei Ge was hidden by me in the place where all you stinky men want to look. Hehe, now it's your good fortune, little boy! Eat this and you'll be floating on air, together with me we'll show off our skills at the Blood-colored Skull Association, the whole world will be ours, hahahaha..."

  As she spoke, she suddenly stretched out her hand and pinched Wang Liang's mouth shut. With her other hand, she first held the pill in her own mouth, then used her free hand to pinch Wang Liang's nose shut. Half a minute later, Wang Liang couldn't hold his breath any longer and his mouth opened naturally. Zuo Meng's hand, which had been pinching Wang Liang's mouth shut, suddenly applied force and easily pried open Wang Liang's mouth. Zuo Meng then brought her own pill-holding mouth close to his.

  Ye Qing is now in a dilemma, should she save Wang Liang or not. If she saves him, Ye Qing can continue to hear the secrets of the Blood Skull Society. But if she doesn't, she's afraid that Wang Liang will really be raped by her, this is a difficult decision!

  Let's think about it again, anyway Wang Liang won't lose much, just wait a little longer!

  Zuo Meng used her mouth to send the pill into Wang Liang's mouth. Immediately, they began a passionate and wet kiss, and she tore at her own leopard-print dress, creating an explosive scene that left Ye Qing blushing bright red.

  It seems that this Zuo Meng is not simple, and has learned some of Mao Zong's seductive skills.

  Just as Ye Qing was about to end this farce, Leopard Skirt Zuo Meng suddenly let out a miserable cry and her mouth, covered in blood and flesh, bounced open.

  Wang Xi immediately spat out something similar to the tip of his tongue, and of course, that pill. Seeing this made Ye Qing feel a wave of nausea, even more disgusting than seeing piles of corpses, after all, it was a sticky piece of flesh spit out from someone's mouth!

  Leopard Pattern Lady Zuo Meng immediately sat down on the ground with her legs crossed, hastily swallowed a scarlet pill, and then began to circulate her breath, seemingly cultivating some sort of healing secret art!

  At this moment, Sima Xiaoguang, who was sitting cross-legged in the bathtub filled with blood water, suddenly opened his crimson eyes, which were full of frenzied light. He looked up at the ceiling, wanting to laugh maniacally to express the frenzy in his heart, but he suddenly slapped himself twice on both cheeks, which immediately swelled up high. It seems that he was ruthless enough to himself, and a person who could be so ruthless to himself would definitely be even more ruthless to others.

  After two slaps, Sima Xiaoguang's eyes were no longer crazy, and even had some clarity. He calmly stood up, his whole body covered in blood, but that was all the enemy's blood.