C2 Marriage Substitute 28

Qin Qing had no idea how long she had slept. Was it day or night outside now?

If she had known how uncomfortable it would be to sleep in a car, she would have never succumbed to slumber there. But how could she have fallen into such a deep sleep? Ever since her master passed away, a restful night's sleep had been nothing but a distant memory...

Something was amiss, very amiss.

Qin Qing felt a wave of anxiety rising within her. She tried desperately to open her eyes, but her eyelids were so heavy that they only parted slightly...

—Beware of fire in this dry weather!

*Clang! Clang! Clang!*

Was that... the sound of a night watchman's gong?

Her already muddled mind became even more clouded upon hearing the distant clanging. Could it be someone's cell phone ringtone? Quite a unique choice...

Before she could think further, through the narrow opening of her eyes, she caught sight of a flickering shadow!

She couldn't tell if it was a man or a woman, a human or a ghost. At that moment, she wouldn't have feared a ghost; her pure yang energy was supposed to protect her from any spirit. But if it were a person, perhaps an adversary...

Before Qin Qing could finish her thought, the cold sensation gripping her ankles alerted her to the fact that it was not a human, but a ghost!

Hands colder than blocks of ice slowly moved up from her ankles, gliding over her thighs, across her lower abdomen, and finally paused ambiguously at her chest.

A breath, cold and devoid of life, swept past her ear, trailed along her slender neck, and left her skin tingling with a strange numbness...

She was a being of pure yang, with an element strong in fire. No ghost should have been able to approach her. How could this be happening?!

Qin Qing wanted to chant a spell, to make a magical gesture, to resist, but she found herself unable to perform any of these actions!

Regardless of how much Qin Qing wanted to fight off this peculiar feeling, her inability to move rendered her as helpless as meat on a chopping board.

"Get away..."

Mu Yunhua couldn't remember how many times she had mentally shouted for it to get away before she was finally able to whisper the word from her unfeeling lips, a whisper so weak it could have been blown away by a gentle breeze.

However, her plea did not stop the owner of the hands. Instead, the movements seemed to hasten. The hands grabbed her bare ankles, bent her knees, and forced them apart...

In a haze, a hollow, deep voice, devoid of any trace of life, whispered beside her, "Mu Yuxi, you can't imagine how grateful people will be."

Who was Mu Yuxi?

She was Qin Qing, the 365th successor of the Celestial Master Sect! She was not Mu Yuxi; she was Qin Qing, Qin Qing!

The silent screams within Qin Qing's heart almost drove her insane, yet they were heard by her alone. The only reply was a sudden, agonizing pain that ripped through her!

Ah—

Words failed to capture the intensity of her pain, the extent of her agony. An icy coldness that could freeze her bones to the core spread from her lower body to her internal organs, striking directly at her heart!

It felt as if her flesh had been forcibly split open, and with each brutal thrust, a warm liquid was drawn forth, as if all her blood was flowing out from that very place...

The air slowly filled with the scent of blood...

Her already chaotic consciousness was shattered even more by the impact. Her powerless hands could only scratch at the coffin board beneath her, leaving deep, bloody marks, her nails flying off until she finally lost consciousness and fell into darkness...