Afraid of losing (on top)

  In the previous chapter, Lao Hu ran his spiritual power unconsciously while he was asleep and infused it into the copper mirror. The next morning, Chou Yeh-chao took away Lao Hu, whose face had turned bright red.

  Leaning into Ou Yizhou's arms, I couldn't feel his body temperature, it was always cool. We fell into a cave that swallowed light and entered a darkness.

  Following in our footsteps, Fu Yao suddenly jumped up and leaped out of the window with Zhou Meng, but it was too late. We had already entered the darkness, their bodies plummeting straight down into the air. Fortunately, Zhou Meng summoned a shadow person in mid-air, pulling the two back and dragging them back into the room.

  The last scene was just Luoya's worried eyes.

  "Ah——" I watched with a thousand flavors in my heart, and couldn't help but let out a deep sigh for no reason.

  His body was pressed against Qi Yue's, one hand holding my waist and the other cradling my head in his black silk robe. Upon hearing my soft sigh, he applied a bit more force, burying my head deeper into his chest.

  "In fact, you could have said goodbye to them and taken me away." I greedily buried myself in his arms, whispering.

  He lowered his head, his cheek brushed against my ear, his thin lips slightly opened, a cool feeling, "See you next time."

  Will there be next time? He didn't see it, I lowered my head even more and smiled slightly. Old mother duck, sorry, I seem to be a person who values color over sisterhood.

  Maintaining this posture, before long, the darkness around him was no longer there, replaced by a dazzling brightness.

  Qiu Yi Zhao steadily stood on flat ground and put me down.

  As I looked around, it was a rooftop, and the surrounding scenery was somewhat familiar, but I couldn't think of it for a moment.

  As I slightly adapted, his cool hand took mine and walked towards the stairs of the rooftop. His warmth was cooler than my scorching body temperature, which triggered my heartbeat even more.

  We went down five floors in a row and arrived at the door of room 301, which looked no different from an ordinary single apartment.

  Qiu Yi Zhao put his palm against the keyhole, and a faint blue light appeared on his palm. The door creaked open with a "click".

  I was shocked to see that inside the door, there was no modern home environment at all, but instead a magnificent palace interior.

  Qiu Yi Zhao gently pulled my hand, leading me to walk inside together. As soon as we entered, the door disappeared. The palace was lavishly decorated and had a huge area, far exceeding the original area of the apartment.

  "It's here!" I exclaimed as I looked at the palace decorations.

  Gentlemen, do you still remember the illusion I entered in the chapter "Hating Meddlers"? It's exactly the same as now.

  "Have you been here before?" Ou Ye Zhao looked at me and then pointed to the totem in the center of the palace roof - it was a Qing dynasty dragon.

  Yes, because this is the first time I met Chou in the library. I thought to myself, my face slightly red, fortunately Chou didn't see me.

  "Wooooo... Wuuuuu..."

  Suddenly, I heard some strange noises. Following the sound with my eyes, in the farthest corner from us, a man had his hands tied behind his back, his feet bound, and a large wad of cloth stuffed into his mouth. He was looking at us with a pleading gaze, urgently making "uu" sounds.

  Master Wang? Isn't this man the same Master Wang who just parted with us yesterday afternoon? Is Xiao Zhao's misfortune going to recur on him? Can't help but worry, they are all innocent victims.

  Qiu Yi Zhao saw that I looked different, lowered his head and took a glance at me - Do you know him?

  "This is Wang Shifu, a photographer from Laoya News Agency." I explained.

  Qiu Yi Zhou pulled me by the hand, shielding me behind his body, and cautiously walked towards Master Wang, checking every step of the way.

  Just as we were walking to the center of the palace, under the wing of Tutenhai Dongqing, five meters away from us, a strand of red light appeared, gathered together, and slowly formed into a human shape.

  It was indeed her, the palace-dressed woman with a sorrowful face who had been leaning against the main seat in this palace last time.

  "Ariko." Qiu pushed me further back, completely shielding me behind him, his voice low and serious.

  The first time I heard him speak so seriously and without a hint of a smile, he seemed even more mature, and I really liked it.

  Curiosity and worry drove me to stick my head out from behind Qiu's back, and in order to keep balance, I lightly placed one hand on Qiu's waist.

  The woman in red's gaze swept past Chou and fell intensely on me, and I felt a hint of resentment. Had the Jia family wronged you? Unfathomable, unfathomable.

  The woman in red was extremely beautiful, but also very seductive. Her slender and spiritual eyes seemed to be able to capture people's souls. Her red lips were slightly pursed and smiling, how beautiful! She was even more beautiful than the red-clothed grandmother who kidnapped me last time, especially her eyes, which looked like Liri's, shining brightly and deeply attracting people.

  "Gu." Ou's gentle voice sounded, and I suddenly came back to myself. Ou had tightly wrapped me in his arms, not letting me move forward.

  "What's...?" What's wrong with me?

  Qiu saw me regain my senses, let out a sigh of relief, and explained: "This is the seductive ghost's illusionary technique..." Before he had even finished speaking, a red figure suddenly appeared behind Qiu. A long sword with a cold gleam flashed past Qiu and stabbed towards my eyes.

  Did I really offend you? For a moment, I was so tense that I couldn't move and couldn't dodge. Qiu wrapped his body around me, just as he was about to stab me, he lightly turned his body, and the long sword pierced through his arm, stabbing out from my side. Qiu threw me backward, freeing up one hand, formed a finger print, drew a talisman, and struck it towards the red-clothed woman's body. The red-clothed woman couldn't dodge, took a heavy blow to her chest, retreated backward, fell to the ground, and was also seriously injured.

  My heart ached severely, it hurt so much. More painful than knowing I had bled to death and was about to die.

  The long sword was drawn out, a flash of golden light appeared, and the surface was actually filled with talismans. The wound on Chou's body slowly began to become illusory.

  His face turned pale, his lips were white with pain, but he still smiled and pursed his lips, which made me even more heartbroken.

  "I'm sorry, I'm sorry—" Tears flowed out uncontrollably in large drops.

  I reached out, wanting to support his injured arm, but as I stretched out my hand, it grasped at nothing. His arm began to fade away, slowly dispersing.

  It's because of the curse.

  "She was originally going to attack me, stabbing you just to make sure she could hurt me." Ou's voice was gentle, but slightly trembling, he was in pain. My heart also ached.

  "What to do......" Ou's body dissipated even more severely, his entire left shoulder starting to become transparent.

  The woman in red struggled to grasp the long sword, fiercely sweeping towards us. Ou pushed me out again, and the sword scratched his right leg, with the wound starting to bleed once more.

  I hate myself for being so weak, if it were Fu Yao or Zhou Meng, they wouldn't have been hurt like this.

  The woman in red and Chou fought side by side, but due to Chou's severe injuries, they gradually fell into a disadvantage.

  I stood by anxiously, yet didn't dare to rashly step forward - would drag down Ou.

  Talismans! The red-clothed woman is a lustful ghost; the Yang-gathering talisman will definitely harm her.

  I recalled the strokes of the Juyang symbol while silently reciting the remaining verses in my mind. The copper mirror emitted a bright, pure yellow glow that quickly converged and poured into me, circulating through my body before gathering at the tip of my right hand.

  With a wave of his right hand, a concentrated Yang symbol floated in mid-air and was imprinted on the palm of his left hand.

  Qiu's body had become completely transparent, and he was no match for the red-clothed woman. All that could be seen was the red-clothed woman holding a long sword, stabbing towards Qiu's brow...