Chapter 1365 - 1359

Chapter 1365: Chapter 1359

Xin Lin, who had originally been petite and delicate, after absorbing the Spiritual Energy from the Qi Stone, her body changed rapidly like willow branches sprouting in spring, becoming slender and willowy; her face also shed the childish softness, turning charming and breathtaking.

Even someone as calm as Murong Ziyue was stunned for a moment.

"Xin Lin, you?"

Murong Ziyue stared, dumbfounded.

"There’s no time to explain that much. After we rescue your mother, I’ll explain."

Xin Lin also quickly changed clothes. Clothes make the person; the two of them were already of peerless beauty. Murong Ziyue wore a gauzy lilac robe, her waist supple, her skin fair as snow, her beautiful eyes flowing and gentle.

Xin Lin, on the other hand, was in a blazing red hundred-flowers dress, a Jade hairpin slanting into her hair at the temples, her hair slightly disheveled.

The two women, faces full of panic, ran toward the carriage and the galloping horses ahead.

"Help!"

Xin Lin feigned panic and ran toward the carriage.

She had barely run a few steps when her foot slipped, and she fell to the ground.

"Little Lin, what’s wrong with you?"

Murong Ziyue also recognized that carriage by now.

It was the carriage of Ghost Shiva’s wastrel son, Zhao Tianming.

Zhao Tianming was the posthumous son of Ghost Shiva’s short-lived husband, about forty years of age. Usually he was ignorant and incompetent, relying on the name of Fengdong to act lawlessly outside.

He had taken a fancy to Murong Ziyue’s mother earlier, but was rejected by her. Nursing a grudge, he pulled strings and arranged for Tu Suxia to take Ziyue’s mother as a concubine.

This marriage was practically orchestrated by him alone.

He had originally been in Yunshui City; only after receiving the news did he rush back all the way.

From within the carriage came a chorus of coquettish laughter and flirtatious voices.

Zhao Tianming was indeed a dandy. On this trip back, he had even brought along two brothel girls in the carriage, and was currently in the midst of a heated romp.

Suddenly, he heard a commotion outside the carriage.

"Young Master Ming, there are two women outside being chased by ghost soldiers."

Hearing this from a guard, Zhao Tianming muttered a line.

"Fengdong’s been haunted lately; could it be we ran into a female ghost?"

Though he said that, Zhao Tianming was still curious. He poked his head out of the carriage and glanced outside.

With that one glance, he saw an absolutely stunning woman in red, being chased by ghost soldiers until she fled in panic, stumbling and falling to the ground.

Behind her was another woman in purple.

Both women’s looks and figures were first-rate; compared to them, the so-called famous courtesans at his side were nothing but vulgar powder and cheap rouge.

It was said the female ghost was only one, and these two were clearly living, breathing women. Zhao Tianming’s heart immediately swelled with pity and desire for beauty.

"Stop the carriage, pull them up."

"But Young Master Ming, those ghost soldiers seem to be our Fengdong ghost soldiers."

The guards outside hesitated.

"Fengdong’s ghost soldiers? That’s right, who else would have ghost soldiers besides us Fengdong? All the better if they’re ours. Men, help this young master down from the carriage."

Hearing that, Zhao Tianming not only didn’t suspect anything, he even puffed out his chest proudly.

He got off the carriage at once and, surrounded by several guards, strode quickly toward Xin Lin and Murong Ziyue.

In the pitch-dark night, and with him drunk to the point his eyes were unfocused, at a glance he only saw the red-clad woman on the ground, her beautiful eyes shimmering with tears as she sobbed softly.

Seeing Zhao Tianming, she looked as if she had just grabbed onto a life-saving straw.

"Kind sir, please save me, a band of wicked men want to kill me."

"Girl, rest assured. With me, Zhao Tianming, here, no one can harm you."

Zhao Tianming hurriedly helped Xin Lin up, his lecherous eyes sweeping over her again and again, wishing he could swallow this beauty whole.

Murong Ziyue, at the side, also hurried over.