Chapter 320

As Chang Liang Yao focused her mind, a trace of strange power drifted out of her body and slowly gathered on the pendant.

"Huh, it’s actually magic power!"

Akaso Kaze was very surprised.

He didn't expect Chang Liang Yao to really be able to mobilize magic power.

Driven by the magic power, the pendant slowly drew circles in the air, then suddenly changed its movement, starting to swing violently back and forth, twisting like a snake.

After waiting for a few more seconds, the pendulum-like pendant finally fixed its orientation toward a certain direction on the west side of the villa.

"It’s around here, it should be in a room on the third floor on the west side."

Chang Liang Yao put away the necklace and put it back on her neck, then frowned and thought: Only that woman named Su Fang Hongzi lives on the third floor of the west side; could it be in her room?

Chang Liang Yao climbed back onto the top of the cabinet and crawled into the ventilation duct.

A few minutes later, Chang Liang Yao arrived at Su Fang Hongzi’s room.

A voice full of terror reached her ears.

"No, no, why did you choose him instead of me?"

Chang Liang Yao looked down through the iron grid of the ventilation duct.

She saw Su Fang Hongzi with a face full of panic, her body in a posture as if opening her arms to embrace a lover.

In front of Su Fang Hongzi, a huge, eerie human face composed of two hundred masks opened its mouth and made a strange sound.

"The cursed masks must feed on blood."

"I have waited for you for too long, and he offered his blood to me first."

Chang Liang Yao looked with fearful eyes toward the human face made of masks.

Behind it, thin blood-red lines extended all the way out of the room door.

Lan Chuan Dongya’s eyes were wide open, revealing a look of hatred, and all ten fingers of his hands were pierced, blood flowing out.

The blood formed ten thin blood lines connected to the mask face.

Relying on these blood lines, he controlled the eerie giant face to close in on Su Fang Hongzi.

Pfft.

The masks acting as teeth easily sliced through Su Fang Hongzi’s throat, and the gushing blood sprayed onto the cursed masks, instantly soaking into them like water on sand.

The entire face made of masks emitted an eerie red light.

Black mist surged from all the masks, gathering together to form a sinister and strange human face, and that face was still smiling eerily!

"Save, save me!"

The dying Su Fang Hongzi looked up at some point.

She saw Chang Liang Yao through the iron grid of the ventilation duct and used her last strength to call for help.

The eerie face made of black mist followed her gaze and looked up.

Seeing the fortune teller’s panicked expression, it pounced upward with an eerie smile.

In the ventilation duct, Chang Liang Yao crawled back desperately.

Behind her, black mist rolled, and with a bang, the iron grid was knocked open.

Mask after mask rushed into the ventilation duct as if they were alive, like a fierce long snake, chasing after Chang Liang Yao.

The ventilation duct was very dim, and with such eerie things chasing behind her, Chang Liang Yao felt extreme fear in her heart.

She gritted her teeth and tore off the necklace from her neck.

That was her ancestral treasure; it was by relying on this thing that she was able to reach her current status.

But in order to survive, she couldn't care about anything else.

She muttered something and threw the necklace behind her with force.

Hum.

A cloud of water mist dispersed, blocking the path of the masks.

The masks piled up in front of the water mist, black Qi permeating them, colliding with the white mist and making a sizzling sound.

The water mist disappeared layer by layer, visible to the naked eye.

Chang Liang Yao crawled hard; she didn't head toward her own room, as she wouldn't be able to escape even if she reached it.

In this villa, the only one who could possibly save her was Akaso Kaze.

She only hoped that the strongest Yin-Yang Master in Tokyo lived up to his name.

A shattering sound came from behind.

Chang Liang Yao’s heart was bleeding.

This was a huge loss; without the necklace, what would she rely on for fortune-telling in the future?

A chill came from behind, and the blood in her whole body seemed to be freezing.

Chang Liang Yao’s movements became slower and slower; she used her last bit of strength to lift the iron grid in front of her and poked her head out.

"Lord Yin-Yang Master, help!"

A pair of large hands pulled her out of the ventilation duct.

Her body plunged into a warm embrace.

Chang Liang Yao gasped for air, as if she had grabbed a life-saving straw.

"Hey, fortune teller, you grabbed the wrong place..."

Akaso Kaze had a face full of black lines.

Only then did Chang Liang Yao realize the man wasn't wearing any clothes.

She quickly let go and looked around with shifting eyes.

Huh?

Two identical little maids were lying on the bed next to them.

A whistling sound came from the ventilation duct.

Densely packed masks filed in, gathering into a huge face in the room.

Akaso Kaze threw Chang Liang Yao onto the bed and faced the cursed masks himself.

The giant face looked at Akaso Kaze vigilantly.

It could feel that the man in front of it possessed unpredictable abilities.

The black mist of two hundred masks surged, releasing countless threads.

It was as if dense black hair had grown, surrounding Akaso Kaze and itself in layers and clusters.

Outside, one could not see Akaso Kaze’s figure, nor could one see any cursed mask, only a huge ball of black silk wriggling in the middle of the room.

Chang Liang Yao’s heart was in her throat.

She didn't know who would win.

If Akaso Kaze won, that would be fine, but if the cursed masks won, what should she do?

Chang Liang Yao couldn't help but worry.

Suddenly, the black silk ball expanded violently, then contracted violently.

All the blackness was drawn into the center.

Akaso Kaze’s figure was revealed.

Chang Liang Yao was overjoyed and was about to open her mouth to ask, but her face instantly turned deathly pale.

She saw Akaso Kaze with his eyes closed, and black faces appearing on his body.

They stood out on his skin, all with eerie smiles, as if celebrating victory.

Chang Liang Yao was panicked; she retreated repeatedly and grabbed something.

Huh?

It felt a bit familiar.

"Fortune teller, you grabbed the wrong place again..."

A helpless voice came from behind.

Chang Liang Yao turned around in surprise; Akaso Kaze was leaning against the head of the bed, and she was sitting on him, and as for her hand...

Well, she had grabbed the same thing as last time.

"You, he..."