Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks Chapter 1489: The Dance of the Great Gods

Chapter 1489: The Dance of the Great Gods

Feng Yin abruptly appeared behind the female supervisor, his eyes red, his hair flowing, and his body overflowing with baleful energy.
But the female supervisor was unaware and was still babbling about Song Ruoxi.
Feng Yin slammed his hand on the female supervisor’s head. The overwhelming baleful energy ran all over the female supervisor’s body through her forehead.
The female supervisor paused, her voice suddenly stopping, as if she had lost her soul. Her eyes also lost focus.
At this moment, Ning Shu fiercely grabbed her female supervisor’s arm and pulled her towards her office.
Feng Yin glared at Ning Shu, but he was more worried about his lover and had no time to care about the female supervisor who was dragged away by Ning Shu.
Ning Shu brought her female supervisor to a standalone office. The female supervisor was stunned, and her pupils were dilated.
Ning Shu closed the office door, took out a paper talisman, and placed it on the supervisor’s forehead. The heavy baleful energy in the lady’s body caused Ning Shu to panic a bit.
If this continued, the female supervisor would definitely become a living dead. Her body would still be alive, but she would be soulless.
Ning Shu quickly called Xie Weiming. She asked him to come over and get this female supervisor out of here. There was no way to perform a cleansing spell at the company.
Ning Shu opened the blinds to look outside at the public office. Looking anxious, Feng Yin was leaning into Song Ruoxi’s ear to say something.
And Song Ruoxi’s face was so pale that even her lips were colorless.
Feng Yin got even more anxious, feeling that the atmosphere of this company had changed. How could there be such an abundance of Yang energy?
Song Ruoxi was suffering because of the Yang energy. Feng Yin’s handsome eyebrows furrowed. If Song Ruoxi were to be with him, Yin energy would definitely enter her body, and eventually, her soul would be destroyed.
He had a hard time finding her after thousands of years, and he was not going to let her go, let alone allow her soul to be destroyed.
“Ruoxi, let’s just go home first? Let’s go home, okay?” Feng Yin’s tone was incredibly gentle.
Song Ruoxi felt both hot and cold alternating in her body. It made her uncomfortable and was painful. Upon hearing Feng Yin’s words, she picked up the bag on the table and prepared to leave.
Song Ruoxi even had some difficulty in standing up. Feng Yin held her waist, and Song Ruoxi’s body almost all leaned on his. In other people’s eyes, she was just walking with a crooked body.
Song Ruoxi stumbled with every step but surprisingly didn’t fall down.
As Ning Shu watched Feng Yin and Song Ruoxi leave, she took out more talismans to stick on the female supervisor’s body.
With no tools on hand, Ning Shu had no way to exorcise the baleful energy for her.
Soon after, Xie Weiming arrived. He had the female supervisor helped out of the office before he asked Ning Shu, “What should we do now?”
“Return to the villa. My tools are there,” said Ning Shu as she got into the car.
When they returned to the villa, Ning Shu went upstairs to get her cloth bag. She bumped into Xie Yiyuan on her way back, who had seen the female supervisor in the living room with her head down. She was just sitting motionless on the sofa, so he asked in concern, “What’s up with her?”
Ning Shu ignored him, pulled over the table, and made a simple altar. She placed the peachwood sword and willow branches on the table, along with a bowl of glutinous rice soaked in cinnabar.
The female supervisor sitting on the sofa suddenly felt uncomfortable. She stood up and looked around dazedly, trying to escape.
Ning Shu immediately sprinkled glutinous rice on the ground. When the supervisor stepped on it, a scorching sound came out, and she instantly withdrew her foot.
Xie Yiyuan couldn’t help but laugh out loud as he watched Ning Shu dance with the peachwood sword. “Are you performing the dance of the great gods?”
“Shut up.” Xie Weiming slapped Xie Yiyuan on the head.
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