Young Master Vance Has An Enchanting Wife!-Chapter 148: Fragrant Bone Wood, Nemesis of Poisonous Insects

She knew that Vincent Vance had the habit of not turning off his phone at night, and he slept lightly. Even the slightest sound would wake him up. Many times, when she kicked off the blanket at night, she hadn’t even woken up before he woke up and covered her with it again. So, as long as she sent a message, he would definitely receive it, unless he didn’t know how to respond to her now and chose to remain silent.

Indeed, if this video were to spread, Arthur Vance’s reputation would be greatly damaged, and it could even disrupt the entire Vance Clan. Just the incident of breaking in with a gun at night would be enough for the authorities to take note of him.

But what was Vincent’s current thoughts? Having seen the video, would he respond to Arthur Vance’s actions tonight? Or would he continue to endure humiliation for the sake of preserving the bigger picture?

May Morgan held her phone, staring at the silent screen for over ten minutes, but still didn’t receive any message from Vincent Vance. In the end, she could only sigh helplessly, toss aside the blanket, and go to sleep.

Before closing her eyes to sleep, May kept telling herself that it was late and Vincent Vance was probably asleep deeply, so he hadn’t seen her message. Perhaps he would reply to her first thing in the morning?

That night, she slept very restlessly, constantly struggling in nightmares, until she was drenched in cold sweat, suddenly waking from the nightmare and starting to sit in bed, dazed.

Looking up at the sky outside, it was still dark. The moon and stars were sparse, and everything outside was clear to see. May grabbed her phone and checked the time; it was only three thirty in the morning.

May knew she couldn’t fall back asleep, so she picked up her phone and checked the messages again. The message box was empty, still without any response from Vincent Vance. A bit disappointed, she let out a sigh and tossed the phone aside.

It seemed Vincent Vance didn’t plan to respond to this matter. Also, from his perspective, he had his own difficulties. She should be considerate of him, as the major power of the Vance Clan still rested in Arthur Vance’s hands. Even if Vincent wanted to resist, he didn’t have the strength.

But if he truly thought this way, how much did she actually mean to him?

If she was just insignificant in his heart, perhaps she needed to reconsider their relationship?

May Morgan only knew Vincent had received her text but deliberately didn’t reply. However, she didn’t know that Vincent Vance was currently struggling at the brink of life and death, too occupied to notice who had texted him.

The Poisonous Insects gathering in the courtyard hesitated upon smelling the Fragrant Bone Wood in Vincent’s hand but showed no intention of leaving.

Vincent worried that the insects wouldn’t dare attack him with the Fragrant Bone Wood in his hand, but if he left, would they attack others?

Moreover, he noticed many insects started crawling densely over the courtyard entrance and the low stone walls. At this rate, even if everyone had a piece of Fragrant Bone Wood, it wouldn’t hold off so many insect attacks.

A brave police officer quietly approached Vincent and suggested, ’I’ve heard stories about these Poisonous Insects from my hometown. These creatures seem to be born from darkness and resentment. If we can hold out till dawn, they should retreat on their own.’

Upon hearing this, Vincent checked his watch, realizing it was just past three in the morning, still a long way until dawn. When facing danger, time always seemed to drag on. He suddenly thought of May and worried for her safety, hoping she was unharmed tonight. If he survived this night and returned, he would protect and shield her, ensuring no harm befell her.

’It’s only half past three now. Although summer nights are short, we must hold on for two more hours until daylight. Look at these insects in the courtyard; they’re increasing by the moment. So many of them, even with Fragrant Bone Wood, might not be enough. We should plan to leave, don’t you think?’

Vincent’s suggestion made sense. Faced with the dark mass of insects outside, everyone felt immense pressure. These insects were sinister beings, numerous like the sands of the sea. In a real fight, human flesh and bone wouldn’t stand a chance.

’But how do we break through? Just relying on that piece of wood in your hand?’ It wasn’t a matter of doubting Vincent but rather that defeating so many insects with a small piece of wood seemed improbable.

Honestly, Vincent was uncertain, but he couldn’t shake the resolve. Such indecision was taboo, so he took charge, holding the Fragrant Bone Wood, and shouted to those behind him.

’There’s a vehicle outside. Follow me; don’t fall behind. If we can reach the car, these insects likely won’t match its speed!’

The group knew remaining wasn’t an option anymore. The only choice was to break through and escape this cursed place; that would mark their victory.

After making eye contact, everyone resolved to follow Vincent and break out, including the couple at the foot of the mountain.

With the Fragrant Bone Wood in hand, Vincent naturally led the charge, those behind him forming a tight circle, sticking close.

The Poisonous Insects indeed feared the power of the Fragrant Bone Wood, retreating three meters away wherever the wood in Vincent’s hand went, afraid to inch closer.

Everyone cautiously held their breath, following Vincent step-by-step toward the courtyard entrance. Originally covered with insects, the wooden gate immediately cleared when they smelled the Fragrant Bone Wood, leaving not a single insect behind.

Seeing this, Vincent’s anxious heart relaxed slightly. Although the insects were terrifying, with the right tools to counter them at hand, escaping was entirely feasible.

However, just as he reached to open the somewhat old wooden gate and planned to dash out, a strange, hoarse roar suddenly echoed from outside, like someone chanting an ancient, mystical Spell, extremely eerie in the silent forest.

The sound seemed to originate halfway up the mountain. The group startled, looked up, but saw nothing amidst the dense forest.

Yet, in that moment of surprise, the previously retreating insects suddenly seemed agitated, growing restless.

Simultaneously, a bizarre scent filled the air—a mix of sweetness and blood that made them nauseous.