Chapter 82: Gray Rain Washes the Face

Xia Weiwei handed over the phone.

Yan Ruoxue's gaze fell on that delicate, handsome, sunny, even slightly harmless face…

Boom—!

The whole scalp went numb, and a wailing soul roared!

It's him!

It's him!

The man who, with a single move, disabled her arms, forcing her to expend 【Blood Mist】 before she fled in disgrace!

The nightmare that woke her up countless times at night!

Intruder…

Xia Weiwei's ex‑boyfriend…

Turns out it's the same person?!

"Slap—!!!"

The crisp, extreme slap echoed throughout the entire villa!

Xia Weiwei was flung away by the slap, stumbling and rolling onto the ground.

That cheek, which had just been slightly refreshed with an expensive mask, swelled again, and fresh blood seeped from the corner of her mouth.

The scorching pain and the sudden turn of events left her completely stunned.

"Sister Yan… why did you hit me…"

"It was my ex‑boyfriend slandering us, not me!"

Yan Ruoxue looked as if she were going mad, nearly unable to draw a breath!

"You… you…"

"You should die! You really… should die!!!"

Run!

Must run right now!

At this moment, Yan Ruoxue had only this thought in her heart.

She couldn't even spare a thought to kill Xia Weiwei, the chief culprit!

Damn…

What kind of unlucky thing did you summon in!

Without hesitation, she turned and rushed toward the Gate!

However.

Boom—!!!

A massive roar came from above the villa.

The entire ceiling, along with the priceless sparkling crystal chandelier, exploded with a thunderous blast.

Countless shards of stone mixed with rebar cascaded down.

Amid the swirling dust, a figure shot out like a cannonball ripped from its barrel.

Carried by an unmatched gust, it descended from the sky!

Bang!!!

The entire villa's foundation jolted violently!

Centered on the impact point, the hard marble floor cracked inch by inch, and a shallow pit suddenly appeared!

Su Ming stood right in the center of that shallow pit!

"It… it's you!"

Yan Ruoxue's pupils contracted to the extreme!

Again…

We meet again!

She is still so terrified!

Run!

【Blood Mist】 Escape Technique!

It's the only thought in her mind!

However…

It failed!

Just as Su Ming descended!

The 【Serene Cup】 in his hand immediately splashed the freshly collected 【Gray Rain】 onto the two figures in front and behind!

Not a single drop was left!

"No!"

Yan Ruoxue stepped back again and drew a dagger from her bosom.

At the same time!

Su Ming moved, without pausing!

Charge forward!

His figure suddenly blurred!

Yan Ruoxue only saw a flash before her eyes!

She was terrified, trying to widen the distance.

But compared to the opponent's speed, it was slow as a snail crawling!

The man before her exerted oppression countless times stronger than before!

The gap!

This is the gap between heaven and earth!

"Puchi——!"

Su Ming brushed past her.

He appeared behind her.

He still maintained that forward-charging posture.

All around, there was complete silence.

Yan Ruoxue's body froze in place, the terror and unwillingness on her face solidifying completely.

She slowly lowered her head.

A... blood hole!

That pitch-black dagger, entwined with countless vengeful spirits, pierced through her body!

Vitality, completely exhausted.

Bang——!

Yan Ruoxue collapsed straight down.

She died with eyes unclosed.

This clash...

She couldn't even last a second!

Behind.

Xia Weiwei was completely dumbfounded.

She looked at the corpse on the ground.

Looking at the woman she admired and envied beyond measure...

Even fantasizing about one day replacing that woman.

She died so easily?!

So...

Cheap?!

The worldview she had painfully built collapsed in an instant!

Then.

She saw it.

That man turned around!

One step.

One step.

"You... what are you doing here..."

Xia Weiwei's mind completely collapsed, her speech incoherent.

"Don't... don't kill me! Su Ming! I was wrong! I really was wrong!"

"Can we... go back to how we were before?"

"I'll be your ox and horse! Please..."

Su Ming stopped his steps.

Looking at the woman on the ground, weeping bitterly and making a hideous spectacle, his face finally showed a hint of expression—

Mockery!

He spoke, his voice very soft.

"I came..."

Xia Weiwei lifted her head, her eyes bursting with strong hope to survive.

Has he gone soft? Has my pleading worked?!

Do they... still have feelings for each other?!

However, Su Ming only said half of his words.

His figure vanished again from the spot!

Puchi——!

Xia Weiwei's pleading voice cut off abruptly.

The expression on her face was forever frozen in that moment of astonishment!

She was dead through and through!

Su Ming shook off the grime on the Soul Dagger, nonchalantly.

"Just delivering a big gift!"

Mid-Autumn Festival.

Family reunion.

Sending you off together on the road, so you'll have a companion in the Yellow Springs.

But just then!

Su Ming's expression suddenly changed, and he retreated several steps!

Not a fake corpse!

Instead, on Xia Weiwei's body, a wildly bizarre light sphere suddenly erupted!

The sphere was half crimson, half jet‑black.

The aura it emitted was, unbelievably…

Not weaker than those few instances of the soaring Red Light!

"What's happening?!"

Su Ming's thoughts raced to the extreme, his eyes alert.

The red is Myth!

The black is Calamity!

But black tinged with red, red tinged with black?!

What kind of ghost thing is this?!