Quick Transmigration: Help! What to do when my husband is obsessed with love?

Chapter 223 The Conman 23

Wu Jin glanced at Bai Chengye, then swept his sleeve, revealing the scene inside the building to everyone.

With countless eyes watching from behind, and having crammed a lot of knowledge, and even eaten the flesh of two disobedient ancient demon beasts to replenish her body, Ling Yi felt that there was no possibility of failure in this mission.

After swiping the elevator button, I swaggered into the clubhouse, where I was greeted by a mandrill disguised as a human.

"Excuse me, ma'am, we do not serve men here." The mandrill, who had already gotten used to working at the front desk, frowned the moment he saw Ling Yunzi.

These wealthy people value privacy above all else. If they find out that not only have strangers entered this place, but they've also brought a man with them, who knows what kind of trouble they might cause!

To earn their monthly and annual salary, the mandrill wears many hats, and knows how much of a headache customer service can get after receiving complaints.

"Also, please show me your invitation..." She suddenly tilted her head and fell to the ground, stubbornly uttering the last word: "Letter."

Ling Yi stepped over her and went inside.

In this appointment-only beauty salon, there is usually only one client at a time, so there is no concern about disturbing anyone.

Apart from that unfortunate soul whose lifespan was absorbed, there was no innocent person here at this moment.

A newly transformed yellow-haired fox, a weasel with some cultivation, a snake spirit that attacks people...

Ling Yi felt like she had entered a zoo. She was clearly a ghost, so why did she hire all sorts of monsters and spirits as her employees?

Do people in the same trade look down on each other and despise their own kind?

Using the peach wood sword that Wu Jin had given her that morning, Ling Yi swiftly slashed the large, colorful python that tried to stop her. She then stepped over its twisted body and walked unimpeded toward a studio.

She could smell the stench of the rotting corpse from a great distance; she was absolutely certain she hadn't made a mistake.

Inside the studio, the woman lying on the bed was fast asleep, a sweet smile on her young and beautiful face.

But from the corners of her lips that revealed a sweet smile, specks of golden light flowed out and merged into the woman sitting cross-legged to the side.

As the golden light flowed out, the woman's skin seemed to become increasingly firm and smooth, yet with each breath, faint signs of lividity could be seen on her body.

This is a woman whose life force has been almost completely drained. Every month she comes here for beauty treatments, she's practically throwing her life away. As for her beautiful face...

It was just an illusion cast by the Painted Skin Demon based on her dream.

This painted-skin ghost lived in a peach blossom illusion from the moment it was inspired, until it completely understood the illusion after decades and broke free from the painting.

Therefore, although her cultivation level was very ordinary, her methods of creating illusions were quite extraordinary.

After all, among so many clients, quite a few were superstitious, yet none of the "masters" they hired could see through her little tricks.

As he felt his lifespan transform into pure essence and flow into the ghost pill, a faint smile appeared on the painted skin ghost's face.

Beneath her well-maintained, beautiful exterior, a more alluring and captivating face is faintly visible.

This is her true face, like a goddess or fairy, unforgettable at first sight.

After some time, once her Ghost Core has fully solidified, she will no longer need to deal with these foolish women.

At that time, all sorts of minor demons and Taoist priests will be her food.

If she's lucky, she might even get a taste of the newly resurrected ancient demon.

As if thinking of someone, a captivating smile appeared on her beautiful face.

"boom!"

The door was violently kicked open, the intruder brutally interrupting her cultivation and shattering her illusions.

"Where did this Taoist priest come from? He's courting death!"

Hua Dai raised her eyes slightly and then let out a cold laugh.

A novice Taoist nun with a bone age of only twenty-something, plus an old Taoist priest who is quite old but has no cultivation at all—are they here to give her a treat?

Her hand transformed into a claw, grabbed the woman lying on the bed, and threw her into a corner.

This is her constant source of food; she absolutely cannot let these two intruders ruin it.

The loud crash of Ling Yi kicking a door almost shattered still didn't wake the woman.

Her eyelids twitched slightly before she resumed her satisfied smile, lost in the dream that Hua Dai had woven for her.

Ling Yi felt that at this moment she should have the righteous indignation of a righteous cultivator and say something like angrily denouncing Hua Dai for sucking human lives, which is intolerable to heaven and earth.

But thinking about the camera on her chest that was connected to her whole family, and the hundreds or thousands of people outside watching them, she simply couldn't overcome her shame and say those words. She only glanced at her master, who was still very worried about her.

Ling Yunzi cleared his throat, waved his whisk under Ling Yi's gaze, and called out, "Disciple, go!"

Those who keep nagging are all dead. If we don't go up and fight now, are we supposed to rely on this old man who's supposed to be our master?

Ling Yi gritted her teeth: "I shouldn't have brought you here!"

Ling Yunzi pretended not to hear and quietly backed away with small, quick steps.

Ling Yi hooked her toe and instantly lifted the narrow beauty bed, smashing it towards Hua Dai.

"How dare you!" Hua Dai's eyes flashed with anger. "I'll eat your flesh and blood to make up for my loss!"

This is something she has used for a long time, how could she allow a mere Taoist priest to destroy it so easily?

Ling Yi didn't bother with pleasantries and rushed forward without saying a word.

The peach wood sword in her hand had no edge, yet it drew a faint golden light in the air.

Hua Dai had never seen such a strange magical artifact in all her years of life. With just a slight scratch from it, her long-worn skin split in two.

She stepped out of the long-used leather bag, wearing a long dress and a peach blossom hairpin, and looked at Ling Yi with murderous intent.

Without this useful body, she will have to use illusion magic on herself at all times in order to prevent others from discovering her identity.

When spiritual energy is just beginning to recover, all magical power is precious. If a little is used here, a little will be used there. Ling Yi's behavior will undoubtedly slow down her future cultivation speed!

Thinking of this, she felt that merely absorbing Ling Yi's magic power was not enough to vent her anger. She wanted to devour the flesh and blood of this little Taoist priest to make up for her loss.

I just don't know if her Mr. Bai will get angry again.

In a flash, a peach wood branch appeared in her hand, with strangely crimson peach blossoms blooming on it: "Let me see whether your peach blossoms are more powerful, or mine are!"

This was the spoils of her labor after refining that vast illusion, and she had never been defeated in all these years.

Even if Ling Yi's peach wood sword is powerful, can it be as powerful as her peach wood sword?

Hua Dai looked down at the peach wood branch that broke at the slightest touch, its blood-red petals writhing on the ground, and remained silent for a moment.

Ling Yi twirled her sword and finally spoke: "Mine is the real deal, yours is a fake. Yours won't work when it comes into contact with mine!"