"Su Rong" approached heedlessly. Even more terrifying was that a new ghostly shadow gradually split from her own.
"Su Fang!"
He recognized at a glance that the one with a bloody head was his wife who was indignant that he had defiled his younger sister and had committed suicide to prove her innocence.
Two of them!
No, it should be two ghosts slowly wrapping around his arms. The sticky mud transferred from their bodies.
It quickly seeped into his nostrils, mouth, and ears. Panicked, he threw away the lantern in his hand and tried to dig out the mud.
His fingers dug deeply into his eye sockets. The wetness immediately flowed all over his face, but he seemed not to feel the pain.
Then he clawed at his mouth and nostrils one after another. Every part was bleeding profusely.
Strangely enough, in the eyes of the other hooligans, his actions seemed as if he had suddenly gone crazy.
"Brother Liu, what's wrong with you?"
One of the hooligans tried to reach out and stop him, but unexpectedly was pushed away violently by him. "Get out! Stay away!"
His eyeballs had already been punctured by himself, leaving only two empty eye sockets, a shocking sight of red on a black background.
His lips were also torn apart. It was truly a pitiful sight.
But he was completely oblivious and seemed about to pull out his tongue!
Suddenly, he stopped his actions and looked at his back in panic. "Don't come near! Don't come near!"
Then he ran forward aimlessly, as if trying to shake off something, step by step.
First, he slammed into the stone wall hard, but didn't stop. Again and again, his blood and flesh burst.
He still seemed not to notice and continued running forward. Finally, he stopped by the moat outside the poor alley.
"Hahaha, I've come to claim my life back!"
He laughed and jumped in. With a "splash", he sank to the bottom like a dead man and didn't surface for a long time.
The other hooligans were terrified. Looking at Ning Ywan's disdainful smile on her fairylike face, they didn't know whether to continue or stop for a moment.
"You bitch! What kind of sorcery did you use!"
The hooligan who had just called the dead man "Brother Liu" cursed angrily and raised his hand high.
Ning Ywan glanced at him casually. This was another person surrounded by black air.
Looking at the rest, each of them had a vicious look on their faces, surrounded by black air and carrying evil spirits on their backs.
Some even carried dozens of evil spirits on their backs, but they themselves were completely unaware and still committed all kinds of evil deeds.
"You want to know?"
She snorted softly. "Then I'll grant your wish!"
Those who have committed all kinds of evil deeds will eventually face retribution.
Previously, the evil spirits could only cling to the hooligans but couldn't take any substantial revenge on them.
Thanks to the illusion controlled by Ning Ywan, the hooligans all saw the vengeful spirits they had killed. The spirits were hideous and ferocious.
They were all so scared that they wet their pants, thinking that if they got away from Ning Ywan and the poor alley, they could regain peace.
But unexpectedly, they were all haunted by the vengeful spirits and died in the same cruel ways they had once treated the spirits.
"It's dry, watch out for fire!"
At the fourth watch, the night watchman appeared.
He seemed to hear someone crying like a ghost. His drooping eyelids lifted slightly.
Seeing Ning Ywan standing in the middle of the poor alley, he kindly shouted, "It's late at night. Go home early."
In an instant, the illusion vanished into thin air. The ghosts who had avenged their great hatred all returned to their former honest, kind, and gentle looks. Finally, they turned into little stars and flew towards the void.
"I've heard that after people die, they will turn into stars in the sky. If they are missed by others, they will be reborn in the world."
Ning Ywan left a soft sentence as she passed by the night watchman.
Not getting a response, she looked back after walking dozens of steps.
She saw the night watchman staring blankly at the starry sky, as if he also had someone to miss.
Out of the corner of his eye, seeing that Ning Ywan had already left, the night watchman snorted. "Come out."
There seemed to be the sound of wind in the empty space. After waiting quietly for half a cup of tea, a figure slowly emerged.
An Ruoqian had a cold look in her eyes, and there was another discarded high - grade talisman paper in her palm.
She had wasted another one.
"What wrong thing did you do that you're afraid she'll see?"
The night watchman slowly blew out the lantern. His old eyes were shrewd and bright in the darkness.
An Ruoqian bowed slightly to him. "I didn't do anything wrong. I just don't want her to know I'm here."
When Ning Ywan was blocked by the hooligans, An Ruoqian happened to come to the poor alley. She didn't expect to see a good show.
Although she didn't know what method Ning Ywan had used to make those hooligans be scared into self - harm and death.
But she instantly understood the difference between herself and Ning Ywan: she relied entirely on her master's talisman papers to do things, but Ning Ywan didn't move at all, and no one even noticed what spell she had used.
Her gaze suddenly fell on the night watchman. She had long known that there were hidden talents in the poor alley.
She didn't expect that the ordinary - looking night watchman on weekdays actually had special skills and could easily recognize her aura hidden under the high - grade talisman paper.
Could it be that he was more powerful than Ning Ywan?
The night watchman seemed to know what she was thinking. "I'm just a bit lucky."
Then he sized An Ruoqian up and down. With a slight flick of his finger, An Ruoqian's right hand involuntarily lifted up, and her palm was in front of the night watchman's eyes.
"On weekdays, you come and go in a hurry. I rarely get a chance to chat with you. Since we're fated today, how about I tell your fortune?"
An Ruoqian simply couldn't refuse.
Although the night watchman was asking, the moment he looked at her palm on his own initiative, it was a firm decision that couldn't be changed.
"Okay."
"Your face has the appearance of a phoenix. A high position is within reach. But it's a crippled phoenix. Whether you can reach a high position or not depends on a single thought. A wrong choice could lead to death."
The night watchman clicked his tongue. "However, you're quite special. You have two souls, each with its own fortune. Maybe it can be resolved."
He spoke in a confusing way. An Ruoqian remained expressionless. "I don't understand."
"The secrets of heaven cannot be revealed. Little girl, you must remember to follow the right person and make the right choice!"
He was the one who said he would tell her fortune, and he was also the one who said the secrets of heaven couldn't be revealed. An Ruoqian slightly lowered her eyes, and her gaze fell on her palm.
Her life line was naturally shorter than ordinary people's. In her childhood, she had suffered many disasters and was almost dead.
It wasn't until the two souls were born in her body that her master was attracted. Her master taught her spells and tried to change her fate against the heavens!
She was also not willing to live a life of being bullied and having no chance to shine in the An family.
Even her grandfather was quite afraid of her master's identity, but he was also worried that she would be a threat to the An family after learning the spells.
Using her mother as bait, he made An Ruoqian promise to protect the An family members for life.
She practiced with her master at night, so during the day, it was the cautious soul in her body that took control.
All the elders in the An family knew this. For the prosperity of the An family, no one would provoke her!
Except for that stupid An Xingzhi, who still bullied her arrogantly as always!
Maybe in the past, she was restricted by her grandfather because of her mother, but some time ago, she had safely transferred her mother to the outskirts of the capital.
Her grandfather could no longer restrain her, and she no longer needed to be polite to An Xingzhi.
"What is the right choice?"
An Ruoqian exhaled a puff of turbid air. "No one knows what is right or wrong in an unknown future."
The night watchman relit the candle. His bright eyes became dim and dusty, hidden under his drooping eyelids. "What a good saying! No one knows what is right or wrong in an unknown future! Truly, the younger generation is formidable!"
He growled, "It's dry, watch out for fire!"
It was the fifth watch. Dawn was approaching.