Wen Xinya looked at the puppet lying on the ground. There were twisted words written in black and red blood, which looked like ghostly characters. But she could tell at a glance that this was her birth date. A silver needle stained with dried blood was inserted into the birth date, which made it look even more weird and vicious: "Witchcraft!"
Ning Shuqian panicked and realized that the doll had fallen to the ground. Regardless of the dull pain in her buttocks, she reached out and grabbed the doll, holding it tightly in her hand. Now the only one she could rely on was this doll, and she couldn't lose it.
Wen Xinya walked over slowly, as if all her aura had been restrained, but her whole person was like an ancient well without ripples, so deep and terrifying that it was frightening. She squatted beside Ning Shuqian, grasped Ning Shuqian's hand that was tightly holding the doll, and pried open her fingers one by one...
"What are you doing, Wen Xinya, please open me!" Ning Shuqian held the puppet tightly, unwilling to let go. Her strength was strong and domineering, and every movement was forceful, as if she wanted to break her fingers. She felt a piercing pain when her fingers were broken by Wen Xinya.
Wen Xinya forcefully pried her fingers apart and snatched the doll she was holding tightly. Because her action was too forceful, the silver needle on the doll's back scratched across Ning Shuqian's palm, from the base of her thumb to the edge of her little finger, leaving a long scratch across the entire palm.
"Ah, it hurts..." Ning Shuqian looked at the long scratch on her hand. Beautiful and enchanting blood beads rushed out of the wound, and then turned into a horrifying bloodstain. The blood spread along the bloodstain and dripped onto the ground. The pain also spread all the way, making her face distorted a little more.
Wen Xinya took the doll and looked it up and down, left and right, front and back, and sneered at Ning Shuqian, with mockery and contempt in her eyes: "You sneaked into my room to take my hair or underwear, give it to the Taoist priest to cast a spell, and then use silver needles to prick my birth date every day to use witchcraft to deal with me!"
It seems that Ning Shuqian knew that she had lost her last support and was already at a loss and confused. She was so absurd that she even used this illusory ghost technique to deal with her.
"Master is right. You are a monster, an evil spirit. You came here to seek revenge on me." Ning Shuqian's eyes suddenly widened. If she was not a monster, how could she know what she would do next just by looking at a puppet.
"You're right, I'm here to avenge you." Wen Xinya approached Ning Shuqian, with chilling hatred flashing in her eyes. This was the first time she had clearly revealed her hatred in front of Ning Shuqian.
The hatred in her eyes made Ning Shuqian's mind go blank, as if her soul was suffering from the pain of being tortured to death under such terrible hatred. She subconsciously shrank back, but what echoed in her mind was what the master had said before: "She is the sin of her previous life, and she came here to seek revenge in this life..."
If it wasn't for the grievances from the previous life, how could Wen Xinya, that little bitch, have such hatred towards her
Wen Xinya threw the puppet in her hand at Ning Shuqian's face and said coldly: "But, Ning Shuqian! You don't think that a mere puppet can really deal with me..." She changed the subject and raised a faint sarcastic arc at the corner of her lips again: "It's not because you lost your greatest support and now you are alone and helpless. You know you can't deal with me, so you are desperate and believe in this magic of ghosts and gods!"
Ning Shuqian's eyes widened when she heard what she said, and she looked at her in disbelief: "You...what do you mean by this?"
Could it be that the little bitch Wen Xinya knew about that person's existence? That person suddenly disappeared. Could it be related to Wen Xinya
Wen Xinya looked at her with a sneer: "Aunt Ning, do you still know about the purge of Black Sunday a while ago? From Aunt Ning's look, it seems that she is not clear that the people who help you deal with me behind your back are the Black Sunday force, but... Black Sunday no longer exists, and no one will help you deal with me in the future."
"This is not true, it's not true!" Ning Shuqian stared at Wen Xinya with wide eyes, her eyes were stiff and motionless, with a dark and strange look in them, which was extremely terrifying.
She didn't want to believe Wen Xinya's words, but she couldn't convince herself. The bodyguard that the man had arranged for her before also suddenly disappeared when people were purged on Black Sunday, and she also started to lose contact with that person when people were purged on Black Sunday. There is no such coincidence in this world.
"You lied to me, bitch, you were simply lying to me." Ning Shuqian's eyes widened, but instead of shrinking, they became even wider because of hatred. There was a star embedded in the empty eye sockets, which seemed to condense all the resentment, hatred, viciousness, and malice, making her look hideous and terrifying.
"It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not. The important thing is... I want to deal with you now, and it's as easy as crushing an ant." Wen Xinya's voice was light and charming, cold and icy. As she spoke, she slowly spread out her palms, then closed her five fingers, clenched her hands together, and exuded an astonishing murderous aura.
Ning Shuqian's body suddenly softened. She looked at Wen Xinya in front of her. She was so close to her that she seemed to have trapped her in a cramped and narrow space. Even her breathing became difficult. She said in panic, "No... You can't hurt me... I'm your father's wife. Your father won't let you hurt me. With your father around... You'll never dare to do anything to me..."
Ning Shuqian's words hit the nail on the head. Even if grandpa was disappointed with Wen Haowen, the relationship was still a broken one. Grandma and Wen Haowen were on the same page. Although she didn't recognize Wen Haozhu as her father, she couldn't ignore human ethics. Because of Wen Haowen, she really couldn't do anything to Ning Shuqian. Besides... the real mastermind behind Black Sunday had not surfaced yet, so Ning Shuqian was still very useful.
Her silence made Ning Shuqian even more arrogant. She laughed crazily with a smug look on her face: "Hahahaha... Even if no one in the Wen family recognizes me, so what? As long as your dad recognizes me, it will be fine. If you dare to hurt me, I will make your dad and grandfather become enemies and make you bear the moral responsibility and be condemned by thousands of people."
Wen Xinya looked at her arrogant and complacent expression, her hands clenched into fists, her body trembling stiffly, and she really wanted to rush forward and beat her up.
Ning Shuqian became more and more wanton: "You know, I have this ability, otherwise how could your father, who always claims to be a filial son, make your grandfather so angry that he was admitted to the hospital? As soon as you returned to the Wen family, your father was disgusted with you and even hated you, hahahaha... That's all my credit..."
Wen Xinya's tightly clenched fist suddenly loosened, and a faint look appeared on her face: "It's just a dying struggle."
She told the story of Black Sunday in order to extinguish all of Ning Shuqian's hopes, crush all her will and fighting spirit, and make her desperate and helpless. Now her goal has been achieved.