Chapter 1144: I Want to Make You Stay (22)
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
“Xiao Chenyang…”
He walked toward her and said, “Go inside.”
“My doorbell kept ringing just now…”
He grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the room before closing the door.
“Did you hear what I said? My doorbell kept ringing just now…”
“I heard you.”
“There wasn’t anyone, there really wasn’t,” said Fang Erlan, who was frightened out of her wits and had turned as pale as a ghost.
“Don’t be afraid, I’m here.”
Fang Erlan asked, “Are you able to see spirits like Sis Xiaoning can?”
“Yes.”
Fang Erlan grabbed his hand asked, “Can you see if there are any supernatural beings in this room, then?”
“There was one outside the door just now, but it’s gone now.”
Fang Erlan heaved a sigh of relief and thumped herself down onto the bed. “Jing Shui came by just now. As soon as he left, the doorbell began ringing continuously.”
Xiao Chenyang stood up and said, “Go to bed earlier. I’m going back now.”
“Can you sleep here tonight? I’m scared.”
“Alright.”
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An Xiaoning was jolted awake by a sudden tension in her chest. She sat up straight, and her slight movement was enough to wake Jin Qingyan up.
“What happened?”
“I just feel a little uncomfortable.” She lifted her duvet and got out of bed before pouring herself a cup of warm water.
After she took two sips of water, the lights were switched off all of a sudden.
An Xiaoning instinctively placed the cup onto the table.
The door was unlocked all of a sudden, and footsteps began approaching them slowly.
The two of them immediately lay motionless on the bed, as if they had already fallen asleep.
When the burly figure approached the bed, they poured kerosene over his head and set him ablaze with a torch. Within seconds, the man was set on flames, which lit up the entire ward.
Jin Qingyan and An Xiaoning managed to catch a glimpse of his face. He was not Xihou Jiaping, and was instead a man whom they had never met.
The man shrieked in terror while the flames consumed him. However, he did not forget the mission that he had to complete and began leaping toward the bed.
Before he could even do so, he was propelled and pinned against the wall by a strong, invisible force. He then plunged and fell onto the ground.
An Xiaoning stabbed him fatally in his chest before he could stand up.
In fact, he died within just minutes of entering.
The flames continued to burn. Fortunately, the hospital ward was large enough and the flames did not spread to the other objects around it.
An Xiaoning poured some water over the corpse to put out the fire. Thick and overbearing fumes of smoke and soot wafted into the air as soon as the fire was put out.
An Xiaoning opened the door to see that the bodyguards outside had all passed out.
She called Fan Shixin and instructed him to take the corpse away.
She then said to Jin Qingyan, “Seems like he was rather skilled, but we were faster and more accurate.”
“He came in alive and left dead. Make a guess, when do you think Xihou Jiaping will come?” he asked.
“In less than five minutes, for sure. When that man came in just now, I saw him pressing a device in his hand. If I guessed correctly…” She picked up a black-colored square gadget and continued,
“It should be this. I think it’s a messaging device.”
They looked at each other and knew what awaited.
An Xiaoning hurriedly pasted the amulets that she had prepared beforehand onto the door, the windows, as well as the washroom. She then took out a yellow-colored incense stick and lit it up before placing it into the joss urn, which she concealed behind the curtain.
Just like she had expected, Xihou Jiaping arrived in less than five minutes.
He glanced at the corpse on the floor and said to them, “You two managed to live for so long all because Xiao Chenyang had been around to protect you guys. Now that he’s not here, it’s time you die.”
“We still don’t know who’ll end up dying today. You’re already so old and yet you still don’t know any better than to drive yourself to a dead end. You’ve lived your life in vain,” Jin Qingyan said nonchalantly.
Xihou Jiaping scoffed and exclaimed, “Hah… you’re on the brink of death and yet you’re still so arrogant!”
“I was born arrogant, what can you do about that?”
“Although I didn’t kill you with my bare hands in your previous lifetime, I wiped out all of your servants. My wishes will be fulfilled after I kill you today.”
Before An Xiaoning knew it, Xihou Jiaping and Jin Qingyan had already gotten into a brawl. They were so quick and rapid that she could not even distinguish them from each other.
There was no chance for her to intervene at all.
She closed her eyes and began chanting a spell quickly. It was rather effective and managed to distract Xihou Jiaping, who felt an unbearable pain on his temples.
Xihou Jiaping was astonished to see how much Jin Qingyan had advanced in his combat skills. He initially thought that he could kill Jin Qingyan effortlessly, yet he was actually starting to feel a little helpless.
However, due to the fact that Jin Qingyan was slightly immobile, Xihou Jiaping still managed to strike Jin Qingyan in his chest, causing him to spit a mouthful of blood instantly.
Upon the sight of what had happened, An Xiaoning immediately pounced onto Xihou Jiaping, who then pulled his sword out from the sheath that he was carrying on his back. While swinging his sword around, he struck An Xiaoning with an immense force and caused her to fall onto the ground.
An Xiaoning took the chance to duck beneath the bed and hurriedly whipped out the steel rope from her waist, which she then cast toward his ankle. As soon as the rope was secured around Xihou Jiaping’s ankle, he severed it with his sword.
An Xiaoning immediately stabbed her dagger onto his foot. Before she could even pull her dagger out, Xihou Jiaping wielded his sword and stuck it beneath the bed, stabbing her in her arm. An Xiaoning was overwhelmed with an acute pain and felt the blood flowing out of her wound instantly.
Noticing that Xihou Jiaping was distracted, Jin Qingyan took the chance to launch another attack.
Xihou Jiaping too was wounded. He pulled the knife out of his foot and flung it toward An Xiaoning’s shoulder. An Xiaoning swiftly dodged it, causing the knife to fall onto the ground with a crisp sound. At the same time, Xihou Jiaping made his escape.
Jin Qingyan grabbed An Xiaoning’s wrist and said, “Don’t chase him.”
An Xiaoning thumped herself down onto the bed and panted heavily, clearly frightened and terrorized.
Noticing how petrified she was, Jin Qingyan pressed a hand on the bleeding wound on her shoulder and said, “Hurry and get the doctor to dress your wound.”
“It’s alright, we’ll wait for Shixin to come back first.”
“Since Xihou Jiaping had fled, he’s not going to return any time soon. Hurry and go.”
Trying to bear with the pain with all her might, An Xiaoning stood from the bed and conceded, “Alright.”
By the time she returned, Fan Shixin had already arrived with the bodyguards and removed the corpse. They had also carried the fainted bodyguards away and arranged for Jin Qingyan to move into another ward.
“Young Madam, how are you?”