Chapter 143: Absorbing Spiritual Energy!

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Shen Qingli felt a sharp pain in her back, but what was even more terrifying was that several paper figures were pressing close to her.
“Pretty sister, come closer~”
Paper figures were already frightening on their own, but combined with the eerie atmosphere of the ghost market, they became even more dreadful!
The voice was that of a child, and on such a night, anyone who heard it would be filled with fear!
“Get away, don’t come near!”
Shen Qingli quickly got up from the ground, grabbing the green cilantro and running to the side.
Xie Jinchuan originally intended to come over to protect Shen Qingli but was entangled by others.
“Head toward the exit!”
He shouted at Shen Qingli’s fleeing figure. These creatures could not leave the ghost market. As long as she escaped, they would not be able to possess her.
“What about you?”
Shen Qingli was channeling spiritual energy in her hands, but these things were clinging stubbornly, making the situation difficult to resolve.
“I’m fine. You go first.”
Seeing that although Xie Jinchuan was surrounded, he was unharmed, Shen Qingli felt reassured and ran toward the exit.
But the mastermind behind the scenes would never let her get away so easily.
A woman in the shadows sneered coldly, “If you want to escape, you need to give me some of your power first. Otherwise, all my efforts today would be wasted.”
“How could Xie Jinchuan have thought it was her without her spiritual power?”
Her words were intriguing. She controlled those paper figures, sending them straight toward Shen Qingli.
The others controlled Xie Jinchuan, preventing him from approaching.
“Cilantro, the flamethrower prop!”
[Host, take this!]
As the voice fell, a flamethrower appeared in Shen Qingli’s hand. She turned and sprayed fire at the overwhelming paper figures, quickly burning a large area to ashes!
“Damn it, she’s using spiritual energy to control them. But even if you burn them, what does it matter? My goal isn’t to kill you.”
The woman in the shadows smiled faintly, then flicked her finger. Something tiny stuck onto Shen Qingli’s back.
Immediately, Shen Qingli felt weak all over, as if her spiritual energy was being drained away.
“Cilantro!”
She gritted her teeth and shouted.
[Host, there’s a fingerprint on your back. I’ll remove it now.]
The green cilantro spoke anxiously, but no matter how hard it tried to reach out, it couldn’t remove the paper figure from Shen Qingli’s body!
[What kind of strange thing is this? My claws don’t work!]

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Green cilantro was alarmed but dared not use too much force, fearing it might scratch Shen Qingli.
“It feels so awful…”
That sensation of having her soul drained left Shen Qingli gasping for breath.
She coughed softly, “No, I have to get this thing off.”
But with those huge paper figures before, she was overwhelmed and at a loss.
Just as she thought she might collapse, the man who had saved her earlier appeared behind her.
“Hmph! These sinister things!”
“Little girl, wait a moment. I’ll burn it off for you.”
A ball of ghost fire appeared in Mo Yan’s palm, which he then threw onto the paper figure.
[Are you trying to burn my host?!]
Green cilantro was shocked!
“Shut up.”
Mo Yan casually threw the words out, his gaze shifting away from green cilantro, “Don’t worry, this is ghost fire; it won’t burn your master.”
Green cilantro was even more astonished, floating in front of the man’s eyes, [It’s amazing that this not-so-good-looking uncle can see me!]
Shen Qingli found it strange too, but given the situation, she had no time to dwell on it.
With the feeling gone, her body relaxed considerably. Shen Qingli stood up, burning away the remaining paper figures before turning to Mo Yan.
“Thank you, sir.”
“You were yelling at me before, but now your attitude has improved. Fine, in your favor, I won’t hold grudges about earlier.”
“Take your young gentleman and leave quickly. This is no place for you to stay any longer.”
Mo Yan raised an eyebrow and spoke slowly. With a slight flick of his finger, the puppets entangling Xie Jinchuan dissipated into ash midair.
“Thank you, senior.”
Xie Jinchuan immediately approached and, after confirming Shen Qingli was unharmed, breathed a sigh of relief.
“Alright, I’ll handle things here myself.”
Mo Yan waved his hand, and the two disappeared.
At this moment, the ghost market was empty and silent.
Mo Yan’s gaze fell on a corner not far away. His finger moved slightly, tossing a ball of ghost fire in that direction.
It forced someone out.
“Boom!”
A figure crashed heavily onto the ground, revealing a face.

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“A little girl after all.”
Mo Yan was somewhat surprised. He had assumed the one who attacked the little girl was a man, likely his old acquaintance.
Unexpectedly, it was a young girl.
“Who exactly are you? Why are you helping her?”
Rong Qiao Yi looked coldly at the man before her, feeling threatened. To her, this man was a danger!
“That girl saved me, so naturally I’m helping her. But why are you draining her spiritual energy? Are you starving?”
Facing the middle-aged man, Rong Qiao Yi bit her lip, “Who I am is none of your business, and neither are my dealings with them!”
“Old thing, don’t meddle in my affairs!”
Rong Qiao Yi said as she unleashed her demonic aura, attacking the man.
Mo Yan turned to block but was grazed by a ball of ghost fire.
When he turned back, the little girl’s figure was nowhere to be seen.
“She ran fast, but being burned by my ghost fire means she won’t be comfortable for at least seven or eight days.”
Glancing at the ghost market, Mo Yan turned and left without lingering.
As he departed, the entire ghost market collapsed instantly, awaiting its next awakening.
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When Xie Jinchuan and Shen Qingli landed on the ground, they looked around and realized they had returned to their residence.
“How are you? Are you okay?”
She turned to Xie Jinchuan, carefully checking him for injuries, and relaxed when she saw none.
Xie Jinchuan, however, stared at her seriously. Spiritual energy gathered in his palm and then spread over Shen Qingli’s chest.
“You’ve lost too much spiritual energy. I’ll repair you first, then I’ll have Guanyin help you later.”
Shen Qingli nodded, feeling the weakness in her body.
She curled up in Xie Jinchuan’s arms and after a few days, fell into a deep sleep.
Watching Shen Qingli, Xie Jinchuan’s forehead was covered in cold sweat.
His chest felt uncomfortable, and his mouth filled with a metallic taste of blood, but he endured and continued channeling spiritual energy into her.
After a while, he couldn’t hold on any longer. Footsteps sounded behind him.
“Mommy is so weak.”