<h4>Chapter 1514: What Business Is It of Yours?</h4>


    Song Ruoxi was iparably angry. She stood protectively in front of Feng Yin and roared at Ning Shu, “I’m willing to fall in love with whoever I like, you meddling Daoist priests!”


    “Raising the slogan of getting rid of demons and defending the Dao, for the sake of whatever righteousness, it’s really disgusting. I’m in love with Feng Yin. What business is it of yours?” Song Ruoxi’s face was sarcastic.


    “You guys act like you do clean work, but you just meddle in other people’s affairs.”


    Ning Shu heard Song Ruoxi’s long speech and said coldly, “Who the hell wants to care about your romantic affair? It’s none of our business if you fall in love with a ghost or an animal.”


    No one wanted to even take a second nce at their romance. But since Feng Yin wanted to kill them, could they not even put up a defense?


    Feng Yin put Song Ruoxi behind him and condescendingly looked at Ning Shu. “It’s really naive to think that you could deal with me by finding two helpers.”


    Ning Shu’s hand reached into the cloth bag. She took out a paper talisman, held it between her fingertips, and chanted an incantation. The talisman flew towards Feng Yin.


    Feng Yin frowned and avoided the talisman.


    Ning Shu’s hands formed different seals, and the talisman cut through the air, flying towards Feng Yin’s body.


    When the talisman touched Feng Yin’s soul, rolling ck smoke came out of Feng Yin’s body.


    Feng Yin was unable to figure out why this talisman paper was harmful to him. It wasn’t that he hadn’t encountered Daoist priests before, but those talismans were just useless paper to him.


    When Song Ruoxi saw the talisman on Feng Yin’s body, her eyes turned red from worry. She reached out her hand to tug off the talisman.


    The fingers that touched the talisman paper made a scorching sound, and the air was filled with a burning smell.


    The current Song Ruoxi was technically also a ghost, so the talisman was also harmful to her.


    “Go to the bedroom. Don’t worry about me.” Feng Yin’s eyes were red as he shouted at Song Ruoxi.


    Song Ruoxi bit her lip. She then turned around and ran into the bedroom.


    Ning Shu didn’t care about Song Ruoxi. Without Feng Yin, Song Ruoxi’s fate was still unknown.


    Three people and a ghost confronted each other. The two old men were casting spells, using all kinds of exorcism props in turn, while Feng Yin lightly dodged them.


    Feng Yin looked like he had dodged these things easily, but on the inside, he was mindful about them touching his spiritual body.


    Before, with how bold and unrestrained he was, he wouldn’t have even bothered to evade. He would just destroy the props.


    Feng Yin’s body erupted with an infinite amount of Yin and baleful energy, making the entire room iparably dark like ink. It became impossible to see their surroundings.


    The old man chanted an incantation and lit amp. Although the me was small, the Yin and baleful energy around it slowly dissipated.


    Feng Yin grimaced and took the opportunity to strangle Ning Shu’s neck. A powerful Yin and baleful energy gushed into Ning Shu’s body along his cold hands.


    Ning Shu felt as if her body had exploded, and her mind was chaotic.


    Feng Yin’s eyes carried disgust and hatred for Ning Shu. He clearly loathed her to the bone.


    What Feng Yin hated most in the world was this woman.


    “Girl.” The old man’s face looked ugly. He directly threw themp in his hand at Feng Yin.


    Martial Uncle Ge was also working on the side, dispersing the dark and inky Yin and baleful energy in the house.


    “You have the audacity to meddle in my affairs. There are countless Daoist priests who have died under my hand.” Feng Yin’s face was covered in blood, and drops of it flowed down his white, jade-like cheeks.


    “I’m going to pull out your soul and put it in a puppet for Ruoxi to y with.” Vicious words came out of Feng Yin’s mouth.


    Ning Shu listened to Feng Yin’s words. It was really cruel. She could imagine her life as a puppet: it was endless pain, pierced with needles, poked with knives, ripped-off arms and legs, put in the water and drowned.


    These pains were incredibly real. Her soul would go through the suffering, but she wouldn’t truly die.


    It was simply worse than death.


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