Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby Chapter 1190 The Final Round 2

Zhongli Xue had been trailing Song Yaoyao from the very moment she stepped onto the aircraft bound for this location.

Naturally, she had embarked on this journey without informing either Zhong Li or Huo Ningxi.

Delia’s brows knit together in a deep frown. "What is the meaning of this? Shaman Yada claims she isn't Song Yaoyao."

"That’s impossible!"

The second those words left her mouth, a freezing, sharp look swept over Zhongli Xue. Shaman Yada’s voice rasped like grinding gravel as she locked her eyes onto Song Yaoyao. "I am absolutely certain she is not."

Having delivered her verdict, she gripped her staff and pivoted to depart. "She does not possess what you seek."

Shaman Yada’s repeated insistence caused Zhongli Xue to stumble back, her spirit crushed. The color drained from her face. Could she truly have been mistaken at first glance, or even the second and third time?

Zhongli Xue lacked the courage to even glance at Delia’s face.

However, the frigid aura radiating from the woman beside her made it clear that Delia was extremely displeased.

It would have been a miracle if Delia felt anything but fury at this moment.

"Are you playing me for a fool?" She spat out every syllable through clenched teeth. "Is it you who lied, or that b*stard?"

Song Yaoyao remained seated with an air of total composure. The fact that she had been kidnapped didn't seem to frighten her at all. Instead, she casually inspected the church’s interior as if she were a visiting guest.

Hmm, the atmosphere here was far too bleak. By comparison, Noah’s church seemed much more legitimate.

Then again, perhaps not entirely proper...

After all, a life had been lost right beneath the statue of Jesus there.

Zhongli Xue was speechless for a long moment, simply shaking her head in denial. "No, how would I ever dare to deceive you? She truly is Song Yaoyao, the very person Song Jingwan spoke of. I can guarantee you 100% that it is her!"

Noticing Delia’s expression darkening further, Zhongli Xue scrambled to explain, "I conducted an investigation after my return to China. Her luck is indeed extraordinary; everything always goes her way."

She was widely recognized as a lucky little koi fish. Anyone who even thought about harming her usually suffered a stroke of misfortune before they could even make their move.

"You're after my luck? No chance. Do you people actually believe in that?" Song Yaoyao had been listening for a while before she finally couldn't resist sighing. "You don't strike me as someone so unintelligent."

Being insulted so directly caused Delia’s complexion to turn ashen.

With a sudden movement, she pulled a silver handgun from her bag and chambered a round. The dark muzzle was pointed directly at Song Yaoyao’s head.

Zhongli Xue watched her, her lips pressed thin. In the end, she chose not to say a single word in Song Yaoyao's defense.

"It seems you are aware of it as well. Why don't you explain everything to us?"

The cold, rigid muzzle pressed against Song Yaoyao’s smooth forehead, leaving an instant red mark. Song Yaoyao let out a small whimper of pain. She cast her eyes downward, her gaze turning somewhat chilly.

"Talk!"

After a heavy silence, a faint smile curled on Song Yaoyao’s lips.

"Yes, I know all about it. Song Jingwan wasn't lying to you, actually. It's just that... you arrived a moment too late." Song Yaoyao looked up. She found it quite humorous that these individuals would kidnap her over such mystical nonsense. "The thing you desire is gone. I already traded it for something else."

She hadn't thought much of it at the time, but her luck truly had plummeted for a while afterward.

Eventually, things returned to a baseline. Aside from no longer possessing heaven-defying luck, her life remained unaffected.

"Lies!" Zhongli Xue refused to believe it. "Miss Delia, I think we should have Shaman Yada—"

"That's enough! Shaman Yada has no reason to lie!"

"But she—"

Zhongli Xue had plotted for so long to find this chance, only to be told it was all for nothing?

"Kill her!"

Delia let out a breath, rubbed her temples, and tossed the pistol straight into Zhongli Xue’s hands.

Her hands shook as she pulled a cigarette from her purse and lit it, inhaling deeply. While relying on such sorcery was indeed absurd, she refused to lose to that pathetic mother and daughter.

Currently, the lion's share of the Lancaster Family’s power was held by that woman, yet Alice wasn't dead! She had personally witnessed Alice being placed in a casket and buried in the earth.

Her doting father was under house arrest, and her own support was being dismantled piece by piece. This desperation was why she was so eager to trade her life with Song Yaoyao.

Only a handful of people in this world had access to that mysterious magic, and Shaman Yada was among them.

It was Shaman Yada who had placed the voodoo inside Alice's body.

Song Yaoyao looked up calmly. Only then did Zhongli Xue realize the girl's eyes were as clear and pure as glass. Seeing her own reflection in them, she watched as Song Yaoyao smiled. "Miss Zhongli Xue, do you truly intend to murder me?"

Delia’s temper flared. "Do it now!"

Zhongli Xue’s grip on the gun tightened. Feeling like a fool under Song Yaoyao’s gaze, a wave of resentment filled her heart. She pulled the trigger...

"Don't blame me. It's your fault my brother fell for you."

Bang—

Delia shut her eyes.

"Oh, is it over already?"

A light, playful voice drifted through the air. Delia’s eyes snapped open as she turned to see what had happened.

Zhongli Xue was collapsed in a pool of blood. Meanwhile, Song Yaoyao—who should have been a corpse—sat there with a grin. The crimson spray on her pale skin looked like red plum blossoms against the snow, hauntingly beautiful.

A group of people suddenly stormed the room. Blinded by the intense light, Delia shielded her eyes as they began to sting and water.

Through the glare, Song Yaoyao spotted two towering figures who looked like deities.

They approached her, step by step.

Song Yaoyao let out a giggle and a whistle. "Gege is so handsome!"

In her peripheral vision, she saw a red figure sprinting toward the church's side exit.

Bang, bang, bang—

The thunderous gunshots made Song Yaoyao’s ears ring. She shouted quickly, "Don't kill her!"

"Babe, which gege are you talking about?"

A familiar voice reached her ears, leaving Song Yaoyao stunned. She remained in a daze even as someone tilted her chin up and held her head.

He had neatly trimmed hair and glasses that shimmered with a cold light. The eyes behind them were dark and profound. When he narrowed them, his imposing face radiated an overwhelming pressure.

In contrast to the reserved Huo Yunque, this man was bold and fierce, radiating a constant sense of danger.

Song Yaoyao’s voice was parched as she whispered, "G-Gege?"

Huo Yunque gave a half-smile and pulled Song Yaoyao away from the man’s grasp. "Your Gege is right here."

The moment he spoke, a pair of eyes glared at him with murderous intent.

Song Yaoyao’s heart was a whirlwind of joy and fear. Though this man was a stranger to everyone else, Song Yaoyao knew him intimately.

They had shared a home for over a decade, and she had sought comfort in his arms more times than she could count.

As the two men stood in a tense standoff, a dazed Song Yaoyao failed to even notice the thick hostility between them.