Miao Daoxing looked at Wen Yan in disbelief.
She, she could actually control living souls?
Right now, she had summoned the soul of a dead pitbull!
Miao Daoxing fell to the ground, his internal organs tearing with pain.
"Wen Yan, you can't do this, stop right now—"
Wen Yan remained unmoved. As a person, she always repaid grievances and exacted revenge.
Miao Daoxing almost made her soul scatter and turn to ashes; she wanted him to pay back double!
Wen Yan curled her lips, showing no intention of stopping.
She raised a talisman, and the soul of the pitbull swooshed into Miao Daoxing's body.
The pitbull was extremely ferocious. After entering Miao Daoxing's body, it tried to forcefully expel his soul.
Miao Daoxing curled up on the ground in agony, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.
All his skills had been taken away, and he was now weaker than a dog.
Wen Yan crossed her arms, lazily watching Miao Daoxing roll on the ground in pain.
Miao Daoxing gradually lost control of his body, the taste of blood surging in his throat.
"Wen, Wen Yan... I was wrong, please let me go..."
Relying on his special skills over the years, he had gotten whatever he wanted and never put anyone else in his eyes.
Meeting Wen Yan was the first iron plate he had kicked.
He didn't expect this woman to seek revenge for the slightest grievance, being so ruthless.
"Spare my life, I won't go against you anymore."
Wen Yan slowly walked up to Miao Daoxing. She stretched out her slender white finger and touched Miao Daoxing's forehead.
Miao Daoxing thought she had softened her heart. Just as joy rose in his heart, he saw Wen Yan mercilessly take out a talisman, letting the pitbull's soul completely enter his body.
"Miao Daoxing, I won't let your soul scatter, but I will make you wish you were dead!"
Miao Daoxing was now just an ordinary soul. He was absolutely no match for the pitbull. In the future, his body would likely be controlled by the pitbull!
...
An hour later.
The antique shop owner entered the storage room. Seeing the bronze ram gong restored, he instantly beamed with joy.
"Master Miao, you are truly amazing. You restored the ram gong, right?"
Outside the door, Wen Yue heard the owner's words, and joy surged in her heart.
She knew Miao Daoxing wouldn't disappoint her again.
"President Si, do you really think Wen Yan is omnipotent? If she can't restore it, she will have to kneel before Brother Daoxing and bark like a dog. Aren't your Si family afraid of losing face?"
As soon as Wen Yue finished speaking, Miao Daoxing suddenly turned around and barked several times.
What made Wen Yue feel bizarre was that Miao Daoxing actually got down on all fours and sprinted toward her like a dog.
Wen Yue widened her eyes in shock. "Brother, Brother Daoxing, what's wrong with you?"
After Miao Daoxing ran out, he suddenly stopped in front of Wen Yue and sniffed her.
Wen Yue was wearing a fresh and elegant perfume, which smelled extremely familiar to Miao Daoxing.
A fierce and ruthless light suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he barked even more fiercely.
Frightened by Miao Daoxing's inexplicable behavior, Wen Yue took a few steps back. "Brother Daoxing, what's wrong with you... Ah!"
Miao Daoxing suddenly leaped forward and pounced directly onto Wen Yue.
He opened his mouth and bit hard into Wen Yue's pure and beautiful little face.
"Ahhhhh—"
Wen Yue's left face was bitten bloody, and she screamed in agony.
The Si family members were all dumbfounded seeing this scene.
But it was limited to being dumbfounded; no one stepped forward to stop it.
It wasn't until the antique shop owner came out and forcefully pulled Miao Daoxing away from Wen Yue.
Wen Yue's left face was already a bloody mess, and her neck and arms were all scratched and bleeding by Miao Daoxing's fingers.
It looked shocking.
The antique shop owner didn't understand why Miao Daoxing suddenly went mad as if he had rabies. He quickly called the police and the emergency number.
Covering her bloody face, Wen Yue was in so much pain she almost fainted.
Miao Daoxing was forcefully held down by the bodyguards called by the antique shop owner, but he kept barking at Wen Yue.
His behavior was exactly like a vicious dog that had been provoked.
Before long, both Miao Daoxing and Wen Yue were taken away.
Wen Yan clapped her hands and walked out of the storage room.
[That pitbull was tortured to death by a pet blogger when it was alive. The perfume that blogger wore is the same as the one on Wen Yue.]
[When the pitbull smelled the perfume on Wen Yue, it remembered its original owner. It died so tragically, so naturally, it wants to vent its hatred on the person with the familiar scent.]
[This is also Wen Yue bringing it upon herself. Who told her to keep provoking me? I just don't know if she still has her female lead halo?]
The Si family members nodded thoughtfully.
So that was it.
No wonder Miao Daoxing's behavior suddenly resembled a mad dog!
Miao Daoxing bit and injured Wen Yue, so he would probably go to jail!
Even if Wen Yue didn't sue him, having a dog's soul in his body in the future would be enough for him to suffer.
The Si family members didn't sympathize with Miao Daoxing and Wen Yue at all.
Just as Wen Yan said, the sins you commit yourself are the hardest to bear!
After Miao Daoxing was taken away, the antique shop owner slumped to the ground dejectedly. "It's over, Master Miao suddenly went mad, and there's still one treasure that hasn't been restored. How am I going to explain this?"
Wen Yan looked at the antique shop owner. "Is the 'Four Seasons Painting' still in the shop?"
The antique shop owner glared at Wen Yan crossly. "What did you do to Master Miao? He was a perfectly fine person, how could he go mad?"
Si Moyan walked up to Wen Yan and tightly held her hand with his large palm. "Since the owner's attitude is so terrible, even if the 'Four Seasons Painting' is in the shop, there's no need to buy it back."
Old Master Si nodded. "There is more than one antique shop on this street. Let's go look at other shops; maybe we can find something with a higher collection value than the 'Four Seasons Painting'."
The Si family members couldn't bear to see Wen Yan suffer the slightest grievance, and quickly took her away.
At this time, the owner of an antique shop diagonally opposite came over looking disheveled. "Boss Dong, I'll transfer my shop to you. Give me two million in cash; my daughter urgently needs this money for medical treatment."
Seeing the newcomer, Boss Dong's face immediately showed a mocking expression. "I was wondering who it was, it turns out to be my master Liu Wenhe. Back then, I asked you to let your daughter marry me, but you refused. Now retribution has come, right! How about this, you let her be my mistress, and I'll give you two million for free!"
Liu Wenhe's face was full of humiliation, but being pushed into a corner, he forcefully held back his inner emotions. "Boss Dong, go to my shop and inspect the goods now."
There was still one treasure that hadn't been restored, and Boss Dong was in a bad mood. He vented his temper on Liu Wenhe, who was a full cycle older than him. "Sure, if you want me to take over your shop, kneel down and beg me!"
"Dong Zhihong, don't push people too far!" Liu Wenhe trembled all over with anger.
Wen Yan, who was just about to leave with the Si family, turned back and glanced at the two of them.
It seemed there was some drama to watch.
Wen Yan quickly checked in the system.
[Motherfucker, this Boss Dong is simply not human!]
