Chapter 1722: Chapter 1722: Mysterious Puppet Master VS Ruthless Villainess (Part 7)

By the time dinner was over, it was almost time.

Gu Shengyin prepared some things, looked at the bright disc of the moon in the sky, and brought out the tiny doll.

Direct exposure to the moonlight would enhance the effect.

Gu Shengyin moved her hand, and the silver-white robe on the infant’s body slipped off, revealing its bare little body.

Gu Shengyin dipped a brush into the thick, bright red liquid in the small white porcelain bowl beside her, and began to draw slowly from the infant’s neck.

She closed her eyes.

The entire process of drawing the runes had to be completed in one continuous stroke, with the tip of the brush never pausing until the work was finished.

...

Chen Biyue felt as if he had fallen into a bizarre dreamscape.

At first, he dimly felt he was trapped in a peculiar place.

All around was void, and no matter how hard he squinted, all he could see was some heavy gray mist surrounding him.

He fumbled his way forward, and kept walking, but no matter how far he went, everything around remained the same.

Always a materialist, Chen Biyue thought he might be having a nightmare.

But at first, he could hear someone speaking.

It was the voice of his household servants, seemingly calling out to him, followed by chaos, a cacophony of voices mixed with the piercing sound of an ambulance, crying, curses, angry shouts.

It was very noisy.

Those voices seemed to come from far away, and he wanted to shout loudly, saying he was here.

But it was useless, his voice couldn’t be heard at all.

Though the sound waves were extremely abstract, Chen Biyue seemed to sense his voice reaching out, touching the mist, only to be swallowed bit by bit.

He was tired, wanting to rest a bit.

Then he gradually noticed the distant voices growing fainter and fainter, until they were almost entirely inaudible.

His body was also becoming more and more exhausted, as if he would fall asleep with his eyes closed.

His body instinctively raised an alarm.

Though never a believer, Chen Biyue began to suspect he might have been attacked by unseen forces.

His family’s elder was a firm believer in mysticism, often talking about such things, and although he sneered at it, he had heard quite a bit as a result.

Could it be that he’s truly fallen at the hands of the Mystic Sect People?

His mind was already very weary, unable to support complete thought.

At this moment, the only thing in Chen Biyue’s mind was sleep.

To sleep soundly, without worry about anything.

In a luxurious room in the Imperial Capital.

A woman with wavy red hair styled in curls, with a seductive figure, walked out of the bathroom wearing a sensual silk robe.

She was dressed boldly, her thin nightwear leaving little to the imagination, her proud, pale chest visibly bouncing with each step.

A bald man sat on the bed, appearing around thirty, with a handsome look, his head seemingly tattooed with some black, mysterious runes, giving him an untamed, wild allure.

The woman twisted herself bonelessly onto him, sitting fully on top of him.

"How did that matter go?"

The man chuckled softly, unabashedly reaching his hand into her nightwear, firmly caressing her, and was unsurprised by the long, soft moan escaping her lips.

"Little minx, don’t worry. If nothing unexpected happens, your dear brother will be meeting the Buddha today; oh... I forgot, he doesn’t believe in the Buddha."

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Eighth of the five night watch periods.

I could only write eight thousand today, just couldn’t push more out.

Sorry to have broken the promise of ten thousand for the last day this week.

I’ll write ten thousand tomorrow, darlings, love me one more time~