The fortune telling was so accurate that I accidentally accumulated a huge amount of merit!

Chapter 1075 Even when beating a dog, you have to consider its owner.

They say you have to consider the owner before beating a dog, and although she wasn't the owner of the Taoist priest in the long robe or the Wang family's steward...

If these two had been injured like this at any other time, Yunran wouldn't have cared.

However, Yunran was somewhat dissatisfied that these men in black robes were using her as a medium to track her.

Although the men in black robes could not see Yun Ran's expression, they could still sense the anger emanating from her.

A nameless fear suddenly swept over them.

It was as if they had done something unforgivable.

The expected angry rebuke did not come. Instead, there was a very soft and faint laugh: "Good, very good!"

In a different context, the listener might genuinely perceive this as a compliment.

But even a fool could tell from this scenario that it's sarcasm.

It was the kind of sarcastic remark that came after someone was extremely angry and then laughed.

This gave the men in black robes present an even stronger sense that their lives were over.

Yunran raised her hand and waved.

The little paper figure, which had been hidden very well, immediately flew out.

Then he went straight towards the Taoist priest in the long robe and the Wang family steward, who were lying on the ground and about to die.

The little paper figure roughly pried open their mouths and then stuffed a handful of pills into them.

It's said to be a handful, but the little paper figure's hand was really too small; a handful of pills only contained a few pills.

The pill melts in your mouth.

The two people, who looked like they were about to die, suddenly had their complexions turn rosy at a visible speed.

But at this moment.

The man in black robes was not paying attention to the Taoist priest in the long gown or the Wang family steward at all.

Their eyes were all fixed on the busy little paper figure.

The little paper figure was completely black, and its appearance was somewhat like that of an evil creature.

However, at this moment, most people were dressed in black robes, hiding their heads and tails, so this dark body seemed to blend in with the crowd.

The person referred to as the hall master looked at Yun Ran, then at the little paper figure.

At that moment, he was convinced that the person in front of him was one of their black-robed men, and not an imposter at all.

The only difference is that their identities and the branch altars they belong to are different.

For example, people from other branches may not know them, let alone all the things they have done.

Yun Ran hadn't expected that before she had even emphasized her identity, this hall master had already imagined many things.

Then, in his heart, he completely accepted her identity.

'Uh……'

The Taoist priest in the long robe struggled to open his eyes.

He thought he was going to die, but it turns out he's still alive.
The scene of his previous serious injury immediately flashed into his mind.

After the Divine Envoy intervened in the matter at the Wang Family Manor, he was deeply shocked.

With the added benefit of the artifact fragments, the Taoist in the long robe immediately had a new plan.

He was going to search for more fragments of divine artifacts and gain more opportunities.

As for the butler, his identity has been exposed, so even if the old master of the Wang family wanted to keep him, he wouldn't stay.

The Taoist priest in the long robe saw something called ambition in the steward's eyes.

Therefore, the two of them left the Wang family manor together.

As a result, they were stopped by a group of men in black robes halfway there. The steward was originally a spy recruited by the men in black robes, and he was not qualified to join them or become one of their regular servants.

Upon seeing the man in black, his first instinct was to bow with utmost respect and even introduce himself.

Unfortunately, what awaited them was a cruel ordeal.

But from beginning to end, neither the Taoist in the long robe nor the steward believed what these black-robed men said—that the divine messenger who had reshaped their worldview was an imposter.

They only felt that this was internal strife and a frame-up!

And they were the pawns these people used to frame the divine messenger.

With this realization, the Taoist priest in the long robe and the steward immediately rebelled.

But imagination is beautiful, reality is cruel.

Even if the two of them joined forces, they were no match for these divine messengers.

Soon, both of them were defeated.

The Taoist in the long robe clearly felt a life force being drawn out of his body.

The feeling was like a thread running through his body, causing him endless pain that he couldn't break free from.

This is what it means to feel like you're living a life worse than death.

Finally, they were brought here if it weren't for the medicine Yunran had given them, which the butler still had.

They swallowed it as they were dying, thus preserving their last breath.

When Yunran arrives, she will surely find two cold corpses.

At this moment, the Taoist in the long robe regained his consciousness, and everything before him was still the scene before his death.

The only difference was that the burning pain in his body had disappeared.

Instead, all that remains is the fatigue resulting from excessive physical exertion.

When the Taoist priest in the long robe realized that what was in front of him was actually the little black paper figure of the Divine Envoy, and there was still a lingering medicinal fragrance in his mouth.

An unprecedented sense of peace made his previously tense and guarded heart relax instantly.

Once that tension eased, he immediately fainted.

As for the butler, apart from his furrowed brows relaxing, he remained unconscious throughout the entire ordeal.

The little paper figure touched the area under their noses with its hand, and then felt the carotid artery in their necks.

Once it was confirmed that both of them had come back to life, the little paper doll flew back to Yunran's side.

"Master, they are alright."

After the little paper figure finished speaking, it quietly retreated, completely concealing its aura.

Apart from Yunran, no one present could detect the existence of the little paper doll.

The black-robed man, who was already somewhat alarmed, now looked at Yun Ran with awe.

They recognized the little paper figure at a glance; it was clearly a puppet.

However, to make a puppet so flexible and even have its own thoughts is something that ordinary puppetry can't achieve.

At this moment, they realized once again that the person in front of them was definitely not some small fry.

The hall master finally stopped sitting cross-legged and stood up.

With a hint of respect that he himself was unaware of, he said, "Sir, it was our fault before. We accidentally damaged your nail. Please forgive us."

As he spoke, the hall master drew the dagger he always carried and stabbed himself twice.

He was wearing a black robe, and even though his clothes were soaked with blood, it was impossible to tell.

If it weren't for the scent of fresh blood in the air, it would be hard to believe that these two stabs were real.