Don't mess with that Miao boy, he's sickly and perverted.

Wu Li lay quietly on the outside of the bed, pretending to be asleep.

He was also curious about what this little devil wanted from visiting Chai Xiaomi time and time again.

Although he admitted that she was indeed somewhat attractive, he thought it was impossible for a baby ghost who couldn't even walk properly to be attracted to her, especially since she was a baby girl, not one of those male ghosts that suck in yin energy.

The wind outside the window suddenly picked up, and the branches were snapped and kept hitting the windowpane, as if someone was knocking urgently outside.

The sound had terrified her half to death last night, but now, nestled in her blankets, Chai Xiaomi felt no longer frightened.

Wu Li lay beside him, and with a stretch of her hand, she could touch his robes.

Moreover, since Yan Biaotou was clinging to the outside of the window, the sound was just from tree branches, but it was definitely something else, so he would definitely make a move.

Sensing the approaching chilling aura, Jiang Zhiyu, who was lying on the roof, quietly moved a tile aside, his fingertips already holding the prepared soul-binding talisman.

Once the little devil appears, Yao Yao will enter from inside the door to attract his attention, and he will be able to seize the opportunity to capture him with a talisman.

The wall seemed to soften, as if an invisible force had torn a crack in it, as if something was struggling to break free from it.

Sensing the commotion inside, Song Yueyao, who had been sitting on the floor, nimbly stood up and peered through the crack in the door. She held her crescent-shaped blade, ready for battle. Souls are ethereal and intangible, and ordinary people cannot imprison their physical form, but her blade was specially coated with talismanic water prepared by Jiang Zhiyu, capable of both harming people and vanquishing evil.

The wall only twitched a few times before returning to calm.

The faint cries of an infant seemed to come from all directions, or perhaps from the depths of the earth.

Just then, the wardrobe door creaked open by itself.

Inside, there were only neatly folded clothes and empty partitions; there was nothing else.

It was like a malicious game of hide-and-seek.

The baby laughed triumphantly, its laughter extremely eerie, sounding like some kind of bird call. Upon closer inspection, it was revealed to be a human voice.

Having suffered from severe sleep deprivation the previous night, Chai Xiaomi was getting increasingly sleepy as she nestled in her blankets.

With three protagonists of maxed-out combat power by her side, she felt like she was in a squad of four, being carried by a pro player all the way to the final round.

The big shots were engaged in a fierce gunfight ahead, and all that was said was that she, dressed in a ghillie suit, was lying in the grass taking a nap.

But things are unpredictable; there might be another ghillie suit lurking nearby.

Just as Chai Xiaomi's eyelids grew heavier and heavier, she vaguely saw two bright red things deep in the blankets, near her calves.

It flashes, like a traffic light.

No, that's not right. How could traffic lights exist in this era?

She rubbed her eyes, thinking she was just sleepy.

My tired eyes closed briefly, then opened again.

Chai Xiaomi almost died on the spot.

She'd rather throw a grenade, stand on it herself, and let her die.

That wasn't a traffic light; it was a pair of human eyes! Bright red and glistening!

It was crawling towards her, little by little, getting closer and closer...

"Xiaomi... Xiaomi..."

It called her name again and again, but the tone of its voice was strange, like a babbling parrot clumsily trying to imitate human speech.

Chai Xiaomi almost screamed in surprise, but then she remembered that she must not respond, so she forcefully blocked the sound back into her throat.

She tried to raise her hand to signal Wu Li beside her, but was horrified to find that she couldn't move her body at all.

My limbs felt like they no longer belonged to me, and cold sweat instantly soaked my back.

It has climbed close.

In the darkness, his face and features were indistinguishable, except for his pair of scarlet eyes, which stared intently at her.

Cold sweat dripped down her temples. Chai Xiaomi steeled her heart, tightly closed her eyes, and pretended not to see anything.

If you can't see it, it doesn't exist.

I began to silently recite the core socialist values:

Prosperity, democracy, civility, harmony, freedom, equality...

As she silently recited the word "dedication," she suddenly heard the sound of "Xiaomi" disappearing in front of her.

It turned into "Idiot... idiot..."

Chai Xiaomi: ? ? ?

No child.

What does that mean?

It's one thing for Wu Li to call her "idiot, idiot" all the time.

She let him have his way with his words, out of consideration for his reputation as a shrew, and didn't bother arguing with him.

You little brat, how dare you call me that?!

Chai Xiaomi may seem mild-mannered, but she doesn't have a particularly good temper.

She's a bit hypocritical sometimes. If someone she cares about teases or jokes with her, she'll just turn a blind eye and figure out how to get back at them later.

but!

Who do you think you are?!

A surge of anger rushed to his head, and as the saying goes, "great strength can produce miracles," the invisible shackles on his body suddenly loosened.

Chai Xiaomi threw off the blanket and was about to call for help when she was surprised to find her vision suddenly brightened.

She froze, then turned to look and realized that the candles in the room had already been lit.

She was so terrified while trapped in the dark bed that she had no idea what was happening outside.

Song Yueyao's expression was serious as she sternly reprimanded Yan Xingxiao: "Chief镖 (镖头, a term of respect for a镖师, a kind of bodyguard), didn't we agree that you only needed to stand guard outside the window to prevent that brat from escaping!"

"How dare you come in without permission? And if you're going to come in, you didn't even close the window! Now look what's happened, it's escaped!" She slammed the crescent blade on the table in anger. "If it gets out and harms the people, what do you suggest we do then?!"

Yan Xingxiao looked worried; he had indeed acted on impulse.

Remembering that this little devil had almost killed his wife, and seeing it playing hide-and-seek with everyone in the house, he was instantly filled with rage when it appeared. He jumped out of the window and swung his knife to strike.

Unexpectedly, the blade only left a blur before the dark figure darted out of the window.

Yan Xingxiao was filled with remorse. He had been so worried about his wife that he had grown stubble these past few days. Now, he looked like a child who had done something wrong and said in a low voice, "When I thought about how it might have teased Yue Niang the night before, leading her to hang herself... I couldn't help myself. It was my fault."

The burly man, who usually gave orders at the security escort agency, looked completely at a loss.

"Yaoyao, we can't entirely blame Head镖燕 (Yan Biaotou) for this." Jiang Zhiyu carefully examined the faint ghost footprints left on the ground, his expression softening. "The Soul-Locking Array was originally just my speculation. Now that the little ghost has escaped through the window, it confirms that what's under the decorative stone downstairs is indeed a Soul-Locking Array."

Several people were gathered at the table having a serious conversation, not far from the bed, but none of them noticed that Xiao Mi, who was hiding under the covers, had already crawled out.

Instead, it was Wu Li, who was leaning against the wall watching the show, who first noticed the movement on the bed. However, Yan Xingxiao's tall figure blocked most of his view, and he only caught a glimpse of a hand gripping the corner of the blanket trembling slightly.

So he turned his head to the side and immediately saw Chai Xiaomi's face.

Her face was deathly pale, devoid of color, and her forehead was dark; she looked as if half her soul had been taken away.

Wu Li's heart tightened suddenly, and his previous nonchalance vanished instantly, leaving him momentarily flustered.

He rushed forward in a panic, sat down on the edge of the bed, pulled her into his arms, quickly bit his fingertip, and without a word, presented the blood-stained finger to her lips, his voice tense and brooking no argument: "Swallow it!"

Chai Xiaomi stared blankly at the round bead of blood.

What's going on here?

She's not a Gu worm; she doesn't need to rely on his blood to survive.

The commotion drew everyone's attention. Jiang Zhiyu noticed Chai Xiaomi's unusual expression, his face hardening as he anxiously asked, "Xiaomi, did you just agree to that brat's request?"