Mesmerizing Ghost Doctor

Chapter 4850: Ran off

Though her fighting style was unconventional, Song Mi’er’s lethal moves made her a formidable opponent. She faced the four men with her frying pan, holding her own with remarkable strength despite her small stature. Every time she struck a guard, they were forced to retreat several steps.

When Feng Jiu arrived on West Street, she found a crowd too dense to push through. Instead, she went to the second floor of a teahouse overlooking the street, where she sat down and ordered a pot of tea. The moment she settled in, Cloud Devouring sensed her presence. He looked up and saw her leaning against the railing, watching the scene unfold below.

Feng Jiu glanced down, smiled, and winked at him. Cloud Devouring then crouched, observing Song Mi’er handle the dozen or so guards with surprising ease. He had expected her to be overwhelmed, but she was holding her own effortlessly.

From the teahouse, Feng Jiu sipped her tea, amused by Song Mi’er’s fighting technique, which looked exactly like stir-frying. She’d never heard of such a martial art, but judging by the skill, the technique was extremely well-practiced. To Feng Jiu, it seemed Song Mi’er wasn’t treating her opponents as men at all, but rather as ingredients in a frying pan. Her moves were impressive; eleven men were no match for her.

Feng Jiu’s eyes narrowed when she saw the middle-aged man’s hand twitch slightly. Something slipped from his sleeve, and a hidden weapon flew toward Song Mi’er. With a flick of her wrist, Feng Jiu sent a gust of wind to knock the weapon away. At the same time, a few drops of tea flew from her cup, instantly freezing into ice and striking the middle-aged man’s limbs.

“Arghhhh!” A scream rang out. The middle-aged man convulsed and collapsed, his body emitting a chilling cold. In moments, his face and eyebrows were covered in frost.

“Master Wei!” the guards shouted in shock. They rushed to his side, helped him up, and, forgetting the fight, carried him back to the Wei family’s compound.

“Hmph! You think I’m an easy target? How dare you bully me? Have you asked my frying pan?” Song Mi’er snorted, raising her chin with a smug smile as she brandished the deadly frying pan.

Cloud Devouring walked over and gently tapped her foot with his claw.

“What’s wrong?” Song Mi’er asked, looking down at the chubby pet.

Cloud Devouring glanced up at the teahouse’s second floor before running up the stairs. Song Mi’er followed his gaze and saw Feng Jiu, dressed in a red robe, holding a teacup and smiling at her. She couldn’t help but cry out in surprise.

“Sister, you’re back!” She happily followed Cloud Devouring upstairs, sat at the table, and said, “Sister, when did you get back? Why are you here?”

Feng Jiu smiled and replied, “I just got here. I heard you were fighting with someone, so I came to take a look.”