Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks

Chapter 2438: If She Had the Soul Pearl…

Li Sanlang shook his head and said with some annoyance, “You really are disobedient.”

Shortly after, Ning Shu found that the bubble had become smaller and that she had even less space to move about.

“You won’t learn to behave unless you’re punished.” Li Sanlang placed his pale hand on the barrier and patted Ning Shu’s head. “Be good, don’t provoke me.”

Ning Shu: You lunatic…

Ning Shu furrowed her brows and tried to find a way out, but she really couldn’t find one. She didn’t know what this power was that was enveloping her.

She also couldn’t break the bubble forcefully.

It was a pity. If she had the soul pearl, she could directly suck Li Sanlang into it.

However, the soul pearl was still fusing.

Ning Shu had thought it would be easy to leave the Li family. She never thought it would be so difficult.

Li Sanlang could lock her up with just a finger. Even if she broke through this barrier, there would be countless bubbles waiting for her.

Dang, mariticide really was the current path.

Like this, Li Sanlang just dawdled around with Ning Shu. He had plenty of time to waste.

Li Sanlang’s victory was within his hands.

Ning Shu felt the air in the bubble slowly disappearing. Her situation was getting worse and worse.

Time relentlessly ticked on. Suddenly, a jumble of footsteps sounded from outside and a swarm of people rushed into the room.

It was headed by a robed taoist priest with a horsetail whisk in his hand. He was somewhat surprised upon seeing the floating Ning Shu.

Ning Shu looked at Li Sanlang. Li Sanlang was clearly standing beside her, but she was the only person who could see him.

She really didn’t want such a privilege.

“Taoist priest, look at her!” A middle-aged man said to the old taoist priest.

The taoist priest nodded. “This woman is indeed not suitable to stay at your home. You can hold the sacrificial burial.”

“This woman’s brows contain baleful energy and it’s clear she’s arrogant and obstinate. Her staying in your home will only bring disaster. She will disrupt the peace in the Li residence,” said the taoist priest.

Ning Shu: …

Where did this old white haired taoist priest come from?

He looked like a sage, but the moment he opened his mouth, he wanted to take her life. What happened to being compassionate?

“Right, I forgot to tell you. This taoist priest is the head of the White Cloud Temple. My father paid a large price to invite him to hold a sacrificial burial for you,” Li Sanlang leisurely said.

Ning Shu stared at the old taoist priest. It would suffice to invite a feng shui master for a sacrificial burial, yet they actually invited an old taoist priest. This probably wasn’t such a simple matter as a sacrificial burial.

Death was not the end. Sometimes death was only the beginning of the suffering of the soul. It would be tormented again and again, never allowed to reincarnate and confined to purgatory forever.

“If you beg me, you won’t have to undergo the sacrificial burial. All I want is for you to admit your mistake and nothing more. You are my wife, I won’t hurt you,” said Li Sanlang.

Ning Shu tugged at the corner of her mouth. This old taoist priest wasn’t a good person and Li Sanlang was even worse.

Whether she was going to destroy the world or was a serial murderer, these people would continue coming up with reasons to kill her.

Li Sanlang sighed and the bubble disappeared. When Ning Shu’s feet touched the ground, she prepared to run away. Suddenly, a huge force rushed into her and Ning Shu lost control of her body.

“Liu Xiaoya, since you’re not willing, then die,” Li Sanlang’s voice came from inside Ning Shu’s body. “Once the sacrificial burial is held, you, Liu Xiaoya, will forever be my wife.”

“Grab her,” said Lord Li.

The manservants flocked over and grabbed the powerless Ning Shu.

Ning Shu was carried out of the room and into a spacious courtyard.

There was firewood stacked in the courtyard. Ning Shu’s pupils dilated. Were they going to burn her to death?

Ning Shu was tied to a pole atop the firewood pile. Her body was firmly bound.

Ning Shu practically gnashed her teeth as she said, “Li Sanlang, I swear I’ll kill you!”

“Liu Xiaoya, after the sacrificial burial, you won’t be saying such a thing,” Li Sanlang said lightly.

Ning Shu indifferently watched the old taoist priest from the White Cloud Temple prepare the altar.