What! The Wives in My Dreams Are Real? novel Chapter 1097

Ye Yu’s calm voice struck Yang Keqiang like a bolt of lightning.

How was that possible? When had he seen through his thoughts?

Yang Keqiang tried to struggle to his feet, but no matter how hard he tried, his body could only kneel facing the ground.

No, most would be fully prostrate, but Yang Keqiang was not merely that.

With four extra arms, it was more like nine limbs touching the ground—and not counting the pair of demon wings behind him, it could have been even more.

That strength he once boasted of was, in front of Ye Yu, nothing more than a colossal joke.

The threat of death enveloped him completely, filling Yang Keqiang with panic.

At that moment, Xiao Bai succeeded in breaking through the immortal formation’s barrier and hurried to Ye Yu’s side, exclaiming excitedly, “Big brother, I thought you were gone just now!”

“Don’t worry—if you were gone, I wouldn’t still be here! You really have a carefree heart, calling out ‘Keqiang’ every day and not noticing even the slightest clue?” Ye Yu replied irritably, shooting Xiao Bai a glare.

Xiao Bai merely curled his lip in response, offering no rebuttal.

At this point, nothing he said would matter; the fact that Yang Keqiang had rebelled was as certain as iron.

Yet there was one thing Xiao Bai truly could not understand.

He settled on Yang Keqiang’s back and said coldly, “You shameless rascal. Big brother has helped you so much, and you repay him with betrayal. What were you thinking? You’d throw away such immense gratitude just for one magical art?”

Tears streamed down Yang Keqiang’s face as he wailed, claiming he had been blinded by hatred and lost his mind, begging Lord Ye to show mercy and spare him this once.

“I will reform myself completely and never make such a mistake again...”

Before Yang Keqiang could finish, Ye Yu stomped down with force, burying his head completely in the nether earth.

“At this point, does it even make sense for you to act? Since you won’t speak properly, shall I speak for you?”

Yang Keqiang’s heart suddenly sank at those words.

Ye Yu then raised his hand slightly, lifting Yang Keqiang into the air.

At the same time, a gaunt figure emerged from the shadows.

Yang Keqiang couldn’t help widening his eyes when he saw him.

This person was far too familiar.

The starving ghost Jiao Shu.

He strode directly before Ye Yu and knelt on one knee, his demeanor supremely reverent.

Yang Keqiang was staggered beyond words, his mouth opening and closing without a sound.

Ye Yu then began to recount their earlier encounter.

The first time he met Yang Keqiang was in a ruined ghost city.

That place was called Jiulipan.

But the one who destroyed it was not the corpse-hunting stranger—it was Yang Keqiang.

Yang Keqiang was not the deputy city lord of Jiulipan; he was an outsider who coveted the high-grade ghost artifacts hidden in the Ghost-Burying Coffin.

He had come to seize them, slaughtering every ghost in the city.

However, Yang Keqiang was not invincible, and he suffered grievous wounds in the massacre.

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