Chapter 647: Chapter 647 Your Enemy
"I’m fine, it doesn’t hurt." Wen Xiao’ai shook her head with a smile.
"Did Wu Zhihan go to Wu Garden to find you? You deliberately lured her here."
The entire Wu Garden suddenly lost power, and several cameras in the backyard inexplicably stopped working.
Unable to find Wen Xiao’ai, after locating her position, he knew something was wrong.
So he didn’t bring anyone and drove to find her himself.
He thought it was Ye Qi who had come, but unexpectedly it was Wu Zhihan.
That Wu Zhihan would become a malicious ghost seeking revenge was something he did not foresee.
"Hmm, I thought I could handle it, but I don’t know why she’s different from other malicious ghosts."
Wen Xiao’ai truly couldn’t understand; no matter how fierce a malicious ghost, it shouldn’t be able to leave her so disheveled.
Wu Zhihan’s power was beyond what a malicious ghost should possess.
Though the man had recovered some strength, he ultimately would not be a match for Wu Zhihan.
In less than a hundred moves, the man was fiercely knocked to the ground by Wu Zhihan, heavily crashing onto the floor.
Covering his chest, the man lay on the ground, spurting a mouthful of fresh blood, but it was blocked by the mask, splattering back onto his face.
His pale face was now spotted with blood, and his vision began to blur.
Wu Zhihan seized the advantage, preparing to end him as he lay helpless.
Seeing this, Wen Xiao’ai hurriedly ascended and temporarily stopped Wu Zhihan.
"Xiaoguai."
Jun Moyan watched as Wen Xiao’ai and Wu Zhihan engaged in a fierce battle mid-air, the feeling of helplessness at being unable to assist driving him to madness.
Jun Moyan glanced at the man on the ground, battered and disheveled, and stepped forward, reaching out to pull him up.
The man looked at Jun Moyan’s outstretched hand, then into Jun Moyan’s eyes.
Their eyes met.
Jun Moyan frowned, fixating on the eyes that were the only thing exposed outside of the mask.
Those eyes...
Jun Moyan suddenly reached out to remove the man’s mask, but the man immediately blocked it.
"Don’t!"
He gritted his teeth as he spoke, then climbed to his feet by himself.
"Who are you?"
Jun Moyan wasn’t planning to let it go.
Why did he find those eyes so familiar, as if he had seen them somewhere before?
"Your enemy!"
The man stared coldly at Jun Moyan, enunciating each word clearly but deliberately lowering his voice.
"Ye Qi?"
Clearly not.
"Heh..." The man sneered.
"You’re not worthy to know."
With that, he soared up again, joining the fight, standing side by side with Wen Xiao’ai.
Jun Moyan stood in place, watching the man fight alongside Wen Xiao’ai in mid-air.
At this moment, he truly hated his own powerlessness, hated being an ordinary person.
Watching the person he loved in danger and being unable to do anything, even having to watch another man fight alongside her, was more painful than death.
After the battle, Wen Xiao’ai noticed Wu Zhihan’s strength noticeably weakening.
It seemed as if something was intentionally suppressing her, making it difficult for her to fully exert herself.
Wen Xiao’ai didn’t understand why, but the man did.
That’s because Jun Moyan was here.
Seizing this opportunity, Wen Xiao’ai once again drew the Ghost-suppressing Talisman with her blood in her palm and found a chance to strike the back of Wu Zhihan’s head.
"Ah..."
A piercing pain stabbed the eardrums, followed by an extremely shrill scream.
Wu Zhihan spread her arms, screaming mournfully towards the sky, her red robe and long loose hair making her look terrifyingly frightening at this moment.