Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability

Chapter 2288: Chapter 2288: Die a Miserable Death?

He watched as three people walked in from outside, acting as if no one was there. Even with his throat being squeezed, the Head of the Wen Family’s face was full of anger.

If they had attacked him outside, he wouldn’t be this angry.

But this was a place where he worshipped the Divine Envoy. How could it be desecrated by these people? Who were these bastards that dared to cause havoc in the Wen Family!

An Jiuyue did not answer him but strode to the black wooden cabinet, sneering at the hideous wooden sculpture and the burning incense.

"Damned thing, pretending to be divine!"

She raised her hand, slashed out a demonic energy, and shattered the incense table.

"Ah!"

Seeing the incense table shattered, the Head of the Wen Family instinctively screamed.

That was what he used to worship the Divine Envoy, and they had shattered the Divine Envoy’s incense table. If the Divine Envoy found out, these people would have to die!

"My... my Divine Envoy, you... you won’t have a good... uh!"

He wanted to curse these three people to die miserably, but his throat was suddenly constricted, and he couldn’t utter a word.

"Wen Family, how impressive."

An Jiuyue turned her head to the grief-stricken Mr. Wen, raised her hand again, and shattered the wooden sculpture as well.

The Head of the Wen Family couldn’t make a sound, his face reddened with rage, glaring hatefully at An Jiuyue.

These people... Who were they to dare to shatter the Divine Envoy’s Clone? That was the Divine Envoy! Without the Clone, without offerings, the Divine Envoy wouldn’t spare them.

"You, will, not, die, a, good, death!"

He squeezed out the words from his mouth, his eyes full of hatred wanting to devour An Jiuyue.

"Not die a good death?"

An Jiuyue sneered, turned, and stood before him.

"The one who shouldn’t die a good death, is it not you, Head of the Wen Family!"

The Head of the Wen Family couldn’t understand how these three people came into his study. The Wen Family was not an ordinary place; there were many disciples outside.

He hated those guards who only know how to eat white rice, not even realizing when outsiders intruded.

"Full of evil aura, Qian Jiyun, waste his cultivation level."

An Jiuyue glanced up and down at the Head of the Wen Family, acknowledging that this person had the aura of the Evil Spirit Universe. His cultivation level was not high, but he had forcibly improved it through sinister power.

What use was such a cultivation level improvement?

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard the Head of the Wen Family let out a miserable groan.

His throat was being squeezed, unable to make any sound, even when his cultivation level was wasted, and his body full of pain, he couldn’t scream.

When Qian Jiyun finally released his neck, he was too sore to make a sound, only able to collapse on the ground, curled up, without the strength to even roll.

"Who... who are you... really?"

Until his cultivation level was wasted, he still did not understand who these people were or why they had suddenly broken into his home.

"Who are we, you don’t know? You even sent people to infiltrate Jun Lin Hall, trying to steal from me, and still ask who I am? Head of the Wen Family, you really have guts."

An Jiuyue squatted down, her eyes teasing as she looked at the Head of the Wen Family.

Upon hearing her words, the Head of the Wen Family suddenly shivered, his eyes widening in an instant.

Jun Lin Hall?

The Jun Lin Hall of Qian Jiyun?

This woman referred to herself as ’I’, could she be... the High Priest Demon Heart?