Siheyuan: My wife is Xu Huizhen

Chapter 624

He only felt that his body was suddenly cast as if it had been immobilized by a spell and was completely out of his control.

The limbs that were originally flexible now seemed to be tightly wrapped by countless thick iron chains, and seemed to be bound by a mysterious and powerful force from the Nine Nether Hell, unable to move at all.

He was terrified and screamed wildly in his heart, trying to drive his muscles to obey his orders again. But no matter how he struggled or roared, his body seemed to be stuck in an endless quagmire, and he was increasingly unable to break free from the restraining force. He could only watch his fate being quietly rewritten by He Yuzhu's gently raised hand.

At the same time, Lin Wanting also encountered a strange change.

The air around him suddenly became sticky, as if invisible hands were pulling at him.

Her legs seemed to be entangled by countless mysterious silk threads hidden in the depths of darkness. Those threads were cold and tough, and were getting tighter and tighter at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Lin Wanting felt an irresistible force suddenly pulling her lower limbs, and her body lost balance in an instant.

Without any warning, she flung herself forward like a kite with a broken string.

With a "thump", she fell heavily to the ground. Her knees rubbed against the rough ground, making a sharp sound. Her palms were also scratched by the gravel, and bright red blood oozed out.

The muffled sound echoed in the almost dead silence, sounding particularly harsh, as if it was going to tear apart the oppressive atmosphere.

Before she could recover from the sudden fall, fear and astonishment surged wildly in her eyes like a surging tide.

Then, a chill spread from her arms, as if they were suddenly grasped by a pair of invisible yet powerful hands hidden in the Nine Nether Hell, making her unable to move.

The force was as fast as a ghost. In the blink of an eye, her arms were tightly bound, as if they were tightly wrapped by layers of tough ropes.

Almost at the same moment, more invisible threads attacked from all directions, winding and weaving around her body like nimble snakes, wrapping them layer by layer.

In a flash, her entire body was tightly wrapped by these countless silk threads, like a carefully wrapped rice dumpling. Every inch of her skin was imprisoned, and even the slightest space for movement was deprived, completely losing the ability to move.

Lin Wanting was instantly seized by fear, her eyes widened like bells, filled with endless panic, as if she was frozen in place, unable to move.

Her hands rose up quickly and uncontrollably, covering her mouth tightly, her fingertips turning white from the force, as if this could prevent the scream of fear from escaping.

She stared intently at the bizarre scene before her that was completely beyond her comprehension. Her mind was blank, with only chaotic thoughts spinning wildly.

The sound of her heartbeat was like thunder in her chest, like a war drum being beaten wildly. Every beat made her tremble all over, as if her heart would burst through her chest and jump out of her throat in the next second.

At this time, Zhao Yunhai was not spared and also suffered the ruthless attack of this mysterious force.

The air around him suddenly surged like boiling water, and he felt a powerful force that seemed to be able to move mountains and fill the sea, rushing towards him from all directions.

The force was like an invisible rope hidden in the darkness, tough and fierce, tightly wrapped around his body, first binding his arms tightly, then wrapping around his legs, and finally strangling his throat, leaving him no room to struggle, dragging him all the way forward until he was pulled in front of He Yuzhu.

He Yuzhu stood there expressionless, his entire body shrouded in an invisible layer of frost. His stern appearance was like that of a stone statue weathered by the passage of time, unchanging from eternity. His deep eyes, like a cold pond, stared calmly at Zhao Yunhai, who was being forcibly dragged to his presence.

The surrounding noise receded like the tide, and the only person in his world was the person in front of him.

After a brief pause, He Yuzhu bent down slowly, his movements as gentle as a spring breeze, and he was carefully stroking an extremely docile kitten. However, those who knew him knew that beneath this gentle appearance, there was actually a turbulent and dangerous situation.

He stretched out his right hand, slightly closed his five fingers, and casually patted Zhao Yunhai's waist. That seemingly gentle blow actually contained a devastating force, like a carefully disguised small bomb, which instantly exploded inside Zhao Yunhai's body.

In an instant, the vital energy in the air seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and gathered together madly. In the blink of an eye, it condensed into a powerful energy that was so rich that it was almost tangible.

This energy was like a bolt of lightning that could destroy the world and tear the night sky apart in an instant. It penetrated Zhao Yunhai's body at a dizzying speed.

Wherever the energy passed, Zhao Yunhai felt as if his dantian was pierced by a red-hot sharp blade. A piercing pain broke out instantly, spreading along the meridians to every corner of his body like a surging tide.

The sudden severe pain was like a heavy hammer, hitting his body hard, causing the strength in his limbs to quickly dissipate like a sand castle meeting water. He collapsed to the ground like a puddle of lifeless mud.

He Yuzhu glanced over and saw Zhao Yunhai and Zhao Yaojie tightly tied up with silk threads, and a hint of disdain appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Without moving his body, his left hand shot out like lightning, and with five fingers spread out, he accurately grasped the back of Zhao Yunhai's collar. His movements were smooth and flowing, as easy as picking up a weightless chicken.

At the same time, he reached out with his right hand and steadily picked up Zhao Yaojie, who was also tied up by silk threads and whose face was as pale as paper with fear.

The two men struggled in vain in his hands, but they were like weak insects caught in a spider web, unable to resist.

He Yuzhu kept walking, each step was firm and powerful, the soles of his shoes stepped heavily on the ground, splashing some dust, and he walked towards the villa with big strides.

He Yuzhu had just taken two steps when he suddenly stopped as if he was pulled by an invisible thread.

He frowned slightly, feeling an indescribable uneasiness in his heart, and slowly turned his head.

Lin Wanting was standing there stiffly like a wooden sculpture, her hair flying messily in the breeze, her eyes as empty as the abyss, without any focus.

Her lips trembled slightly, and her hands subconsciously clenched the corners of her clothes, her knuckles turning white from the force. Her whole body was wrapped in fear, and she was obviously still deeply trapped in the quagmire of the terrifying incident just now, unable to extricate herself.

"What are you doing standing there?"

He Yuzhu's brows were furrowed, his eyes sweeping over like knives. His voice seemed to carry the cold frost of December, slamming coldly around, "Come here quickly!"

The barely concealed impatience in his words was like a sharp thorn, instantly piercing the tense air around them.

Lin Wanting finally woke up from her dream. Her body trembled and she quickly responded with a trembling voice.

Then, she hurried after him, her steps a little messy, and followed closely behind He Yuzhu and walked into the magnificently decorated villa.

As soon as you open the door, you are greeted by an extremely luxurious scene that will leave you stunned.

The carpet under your feet has a soft and warm color, and the fine pile seems to be silently telling of its extraordinaryness.

When you step on it, the soft touch feels like falling into the fluffiest clouds in spring. The comfort spreads from the soles of your feet to your whole body, and your tense nerves relax instantly.

Every piece of furniture in the house is carefully crafted from the finest materials.

The sandalwood tables and chairs exude a mellow luster, with smooth and elegant lines and intricate carvings that are lifelike, as if telling an ancient and mysterious story.

The surrounding furnishings are arranged in a proper density, and each piece of ornament is placed in the most appropriate position, either on the table in the corner or on the low cabinet by the window. It does not appear crowded, and everywhere demonstrates the owner's ultimate pursuit of quality of life.

From these details, it is hard to imagine that this place is hidden in a corner of the countryside of Luzon Island. It is like a secret palace in a bustling city, exuding a low-key yet amazing luxury.

Lin Wanting seemed to catch the fleeting surprise in He Yuzhu's eyes. She lowered her slender neck slightly, her hair swaying slightly. Then she leaned closer to He Yuzhu and lowered her voice, explaining with a hint of pride and eagerness, "Look, this is a top designer specially hired from Hong Kong at a high price. He's well-known in the industry, and all the projects he handles are top-notch. To create this place, the designer and his team repeatedly surveyed and polished it day and night. Every decorative line and every color combination was considered countless times, and they revised it dozens of times, striving for perfection, to achieve what it is today."

After hearing this, He Yuzhu's mouth corners rose slightly like a string, just like the ripples on the lake caused by the breeze, and a faint smile quietly appeared on his face.

There was a hint of teasing in his smile, like a naughty boy discovering a new curiosity. He spoke slowly, "Hey, your master is quite wealthy! Look at how he's spending it, like a wealthy family throwing money to ward off evil, without even blinking an eye."

After saying that, He Yuzhu strode towards the extremely luxurious sofa with a vigorous posture.

This sofa is made of top-grade leather. Under the caress of warm yellow light, it emits a warm and soft light, showing its luxurious texture.

A cold light flashed in He Yuzhu's eyes. Without any hesitation or mercy, he grabbed the collars of Zhao Yunhai and his son with his hands like iron pliers. He exerted force with his arms and threw the father and son to the ground like throwing useless garbage.

The two men fell heavily to the ground, their bodies colliding with the hard floor, making a dull and heart-pounding "thump" sound, as if two huge rocks were falling, which was particularly harsh in this silent space.

He Yuzhu was seen sitting on the sofa with his legs slightly apart and his back straight, showing an air of dominance that no one else could match.

His sitting posture was extremely domineering, and every line seemed to contain endless power. His posture was like that of an emperor who was high above, overlooking all living beings. He was dressed in invisible gorgeous clothes and wore a dazzling crown. He exuded an aura that made people unable to look directly at him and could not help but feel awe. It was like the scorching sun hanging high in the sky, the light was dazzling, making the people around him unconsciously shorten a few steps in front of his majesty.

Lin Wanting looked at the tense atmosphere and thought to herself that it needed to be eased a little.

She moved lightly and walked towards the tea room next door.

As you step inside, you will see that the tea room is decorated in an extremely elegant and exquisite manner. The antique wooden tables and chairs are neatly arranged, and there are several calligraphy works hanging on the wall, adding a touch of elegance to the whole space.

She walked to the tea table with ease, took out the tea set with swift hands and feet, poured hot water from the copper kettle beside her, and began to make tea carefully.

After a while, a pot of fragrant tea was brewed from the pot. The lingering tea fragrance was like a lively elf, instantly filling every inch of the tea room.

She held the tea tray steadily in both hands and walked over with small steps, her figure graceful.

She walked up to He Yuzhu, bowed slightly, and said softly, as if a yellow oriole had just left the valley, "Boss, please have some tea."

He Yuzhu looked calm. He stretched out his hand slowly and steadily picked up the blue and white porcelain teacup.

This cup has a delicate texture and a warm glaze. The unique blue patterns of blue and white porcelain are scattered on the cup body, with smooth lines, as if telling the story of time. Against the backdrop of his broad palm, it adds a bit of ancient charm.

He leaned forward slightly, opened his lips slightly, and slowly blew away the tea leaves floating on the surface. His movements were slow and graceful, as if he was performing a solemn ceremony.

Then he tilted his head back slightly, touched the teacup to his lips, and took a leisurely sip.

Suddenly, the rich tea aroma spreads between the lips and teeth. First, the elegant fragrance instantly envelops the taste buds, and then the mellow taste spreads, long and far, refreshing the heart and soul, making people feel as if they are in a tea garden shrouded in clouds and mist, intoxicated by it, with endless aftertaste.

He Yuzhu gently put down the teacup in his hand, his movements slow and graceful, as if everything in the world had to follow his rhythm.

The lamp fell on the table with a very slight muffled sound, which was like a thunder in the quiet atmosphere.

Then, he slowly turned his gaze to Zhao Yunhai and his son who were lying on the ground. His eyes were half-smiling, with three parts of teasing, three parts of indifference, and four parts of indifference, as if he was looking at two insignificant ants that could be crushed to death at any time, and he didn't take them seriously at all.

Lin Wanting stood aside, her expression full of uneasiness. Her hands subconsciously tugged at the corners of her clothes, and her fingers turned slightly white due to the force.

She was torn between her conscience and her desires, and hesitated for a long time. Sometimes timidity flashed in her eyes, and sometimes a hint of determination emerged.

Finally, she took a deep breath, as if mustering all her courage, and took a small step forward. Her voice, though soft, was filled with determination: "Boss, my master actually cares about his disciples. He was confused for a moment and resorted to this desperate measure. He really didn't mean to embarrass you. He usually treats us disciples with all his heart and soul, teaching us martial arts step by step and taking care of us in our daily lives. This time, I sincerely ask that you please show some mercy and forgive him this time."

When He Yuzhu heard this, the carefree smile on his face seemed to be blown away by an invisible cold wind and disappeared without a trace in an instant.