My Silly, Sweet Wife

She screamed hoarsely, her eyes ablaze with anger, glaring at Zhao Wencheng.

"Want to die? Haha, well, since you don’t want to marry my son, I’ll slowly kill your Song Family members!" Zhao Wencheng directly threw Song Yanran to the ground with a fierce grab.

A member of the Song Family was pulled close by Zhao Wencheng.

Then, under the eyes of everyone, he turned into a dry corpse.

"If you don’t agree, I’ll kill someone. Don’t worry, let’s take our time!" Zhao Wencheng’s face was full of menace as he raised his hand leisurely.

And each time he raised his hand, a member of the Song Family turned into a dry corpse.

Ye Guichen frowned deeply.

All the Song Family members were terrified to the extreme.

Song Botong’s pupils contracted, yet he dared not advance, fearing Zhao Wencheng would be enraged and kill Song Yanran directly.

Even Ye Guichen’s methods couldn’t kill this great demon, was it the end for their Song Family?

Every Song Family member felt a chill of despair in their hearts.

"To kill before my eyes, how disrespectful can you be?" Ye Guichen’s gaze flickered, stepping forward to grab Zhao Wencheng again.

"Haha, why, can’t wait any longer?" Zhao Wencheng’s eyes held mockery as he suddenly grabbed Song Yanran, "Kid, want to play hero? Haha, these people are nothing but ants, and you are angered by their deaths? Tsk, with your abilities, you shouldn’t feel any joy or sorrow over the fate of these ants. This is not good, not good at all, because of this, you’ll never become significant."

As he spoke, Zhao Wencheng’s face was also filled with ridicule: "Come on, if you want to fight me, let’s see whether your sword is faster or I kill this woman faster! Haha, haha!"

Arrogance unchecked, he completely disregarded Ye Guichen.

Song Botong was extremely nervous.

Ye Guichen, however, halted his steps.

He sighed long and hard: "Fine then!"

Not only did he stop, he actually turned around, stepped back two steps, squinted his eyes, and said softly: "Zhao Wencheng, you’ve become possessed, only the path to death lies ahead. You’ve killed so many, there’s no way forward. Tell me, do you have any last words?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Wencheng suddenly seemed to have heard the world’s funniest joke.

"At this point, still spouting nonsense?" Zhao Wencheng laughed wildly: "Haha, you saw yourself, you can’t kill me! If you can’t kill me, why boast such grandiosely, is it purely to feel noticed?"

Others also felt Ye Guichen’s sudden words were too arrogant.

Earlier, Zhao Wencheng had been made into a hedgehog, and he didn’t die.

How to kill?

Ye Guichen sighed softly, said no more, and slowly raised his hand: "Since you have nothing to say, just die then!"

"Clap!" Ye Guichen snapped his fingers.

In the shock-filled gazes of the crowd, Zhao Wencheng’s face suddenly froze with a sinister smile.

His eyes were filled with disbelief, like he had seen a ghost.

"How is it possible? You, how could you..." The voice shrill, extremely piercing.

Before the crowd understood what happened, Zhao Wencheng’s bodily orifices started bleeding.

Every part of his body started bleeding, the whole person was like a collapsing sand sculpture, unexpectedly transforming into a stream of blood.

After a full ten seconds, amidst Zhao Wencheng’s shrill screams, Zhao Wencheng completely disappeared.

Silence!

The scene became frighteningly quiet!

Everyone’s eyes were filled with deep disbelief.

Song Yanran stood stunned on the spot.

She didn’t understand, moments ago life hung by a thread, how did Ye Guichen snap his fingers and Zhao Wencheng was dead?

Weren’t they saying he couldn’t be killed?

But now...

Could he be an Immortal?

A terrifying thought surged into everyone’s mind.

Then, it spiraled out of control.

"The Immortal, the Immortal has shown power!" Suddenly, a Song Family member fell to his knees with a thud.

Then, batches of living people started to kneel, worshiping Ye Guichen.

After all, in everyone’s eyes, Zhao Wencheng, who practiced the Devouring Blood Scripture, couldn’t be described as a human anymore.

He was a devil, a demon from the depths of hell.

This kind of demon could only be eradicated by an Immortal.

And Ye Guichen hadn’t even made a move, yet he eradicated Zhao Wencheng.

If not an Immortal, then what could he be?

Song Yanran stared dumbly.

She watched Ye Guichen with a faint smile on his lips.

At this moment, she finally understood this person was far beyond her reach.

Ye Guichen didn’t expect such an effect to occur.

He secretly had Gui Yi leave to kill Hua Xizhi.

According to Zhao Wencheng, this Devouring Blood Scripture, if one wanted to kill Zhao Wencheng, they had to kill that symbiotic entity.

And that symbiotic entity, namely the woman called Hua Xizhi, had actually, in a certain sense, become Zhao Wencheng’s symbiotic gu.

This was also the downside of practicing the Devouring Blood Scripture.

To become an immortal body, one must find an opposite sex entity to become a symbiotic entity.

As long as the symbiotic entity lives, the practitioner won’t die.

But precisely because of this, that symbiotic entity becomes his weakness.

Ye Guichen even felt fortunate, if he hadn’t accidentally discovered Hua Xizhi’s hideout earlier, today might have been much more troublesome.

Looking at the Song Family members kneeling in front of him, Ye Guichen initially wanted to explain but ultimately abstained.

"I’m not an Immortal!"

After saying this, Ye Guichen also didn’t stay any longer.