Chapter 6: The Useless Woman Goes Berserk (2)

A sound like a pig being slaughtered fell, and the servant's hand dropped unconsciously. "*." His entire face was deathly pale, filled with terror.

A chill radiated from all around Xue Linglong. Her pale, bloodless little face was grim and intimidating, making the very heavens and earth seem to tremble. Her long, butterfly-wing-like eyelashes were like cold silver needles, and her ink-black eyes were as deep, cold, and piercing as willow-leaf blades, shimmering with a bloodthirsty killing intent.

Xue Linglong stood with an arrogant and domineering air, her deep, cold gaze sweeping over the servants before her. The servants felt as if the blood in their entire bodies had frozen; unable to control their trembling legs, they quickly scrambled back several steps. Xue Linglong's gaze deepened further. Her bloodthirsty eyes shot toward the crowd, cold and dark; at this moment, she was like a life-snatching demon from hell. A cold, ghostly voice rippled out: "You... dare try taking one more step and see."

This cold voice was like a death warrant, scaring the servants so much that their legs gave way, sending them kneeling to the ground. They wailed and pleaded, "Third Young Miss, spare our lives! It wasn't us trying to harm you! It wasn't us!"

Third Young Miss? Xue Linglong's cold eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty chill, yet deep within them lay confusion and doubt. Looking at the clothing of the people before her, could this be an act? Very well, these people had quite the nerve, daring to stage an act right over her head, Xue Linglong. It seemed their lives were coming to an end. The people continued to kowtow violently against the ground; the dazzling, piercing crimson blood on the bluestone told her that the situation was extremely bizarre. Her sharp, cold eyes glanced deeply at the group of death-defying servants kowtowing on the ground for mercy, her mind racing through a thousand thoughts.

Xue Linglong scanned her surroundings, and her heart skipped a beat. If this were an act, why were there no cameras or staff nearby? If this were an act, these people were far too reckless, kowtowing against the ground with such force that their foreheads were a bloody mess. She was the Hua Tuo of the medical world, and she knew at a glance that if they continued like this, they would truly leave permanent scars. She sighed inwardly; these extras really didn't care about their lives. They were acting far too realistically, far too dangerously.

Despite the doubt in her eyes, the crowd could only perceive the terrifying depth and arrogance of her gaze. Furthermore, the bloodthirsty killing intent radiating from her body made her seem like a cold demon crawling out of hell, leaving them unable to move an inch, their entire bodies trembling uncontrollably. Behind these servants, Xue Baimei and Xue Qingcheng, whose faces were usually delicate and rosy, were now as white as paper. Their lips trembled incessantly, and they could not stop their bodies from shaking. They were utterly bewildered; clearly, this Xue Linglong was dead, so how could she suddenly be back, and why did she carry such a bloodthirsty chill and killing intent? Especially those ink-black, deep, and arrogant eyes—they held a violent aura, a cold light capable of destroying heaven and earth.

*Heavens, could she have become a vengeful ghost? Because she held onto a breath of resentment before she died, did she transform into a fierce ghost to claim lives?*

Both of them thought the same. Xue Baimei's beautiful eyes then flickered toward the shadow on the bluestone under the blazing sun. It was said that ghosts had no shadows; does that mean Xue Linglong hadn't died at all? Her gaze drifted upward; this seemingly fragile body was actually standing so proudly and dominantly, like a descending monarch who allowed no questioning. Yet, a single glance from her could snatch one's soul, so cold that it made their very spirits tremble.