Due to how intense Yan Jiuâs anger was currently, even the Reapers beside were trembling in fear.
No one has ever dared to make trouble in this Underground City #9, especially not in this fashion where the method of killing was so violent and gut wrenching.
If one had to describe it, itâs like someone stuffing a grenade into Zhan Gangâs body and then blowing him apart. The only difference here was that thereâs not an ounce of flesh remaining afterwards, a freaky fact by itself.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âCity Lord, it is him, he killed my big brother. I implore you, please get revenge for my brother, heâs still alive over there!â Scrambling up to Yan Jiuâs feet, Chang Gang (shorty) repeatedly bangs his head against the ground to make it more convincing.
Thereâs no way this shorty would miss this opportunity. The enemy was already unconscious over there, meaning itâs easy to slay the lad (Ling Yue) if thereâs consensus from the authorities.
However, Yan Jiu did not immediately act upon those words, instead he had pinned his eyes to that charred body.
The reasoning? Itâs because when the girl crashed landed onto the floor, the Phoenix Edict from Feng Shen had also dropped out of her pocket and out into the open.
Isnât that Feng Shenâs identity token? No wait, thatâs the Phoenix Edict! Astonishment filled the silver masked manâs eye, it canât be. This âboyâ is that woman he mentioned from Da Xia?
In an instant, Yan Jiu wanted to wail at his own misfortune.
âYour lordship?â Still badgering the man, Cheng Gang remains oblivious to how much trouble heâs in right now.
âCheng Gang, do you really think I wouldnât be aware of what happens in this city at all?â With a flick of his hand, a spooky ghost fire immediately blooms into existence and reveals the story of what occured in the past couple of days.
Going numb in his knees, Cheng Gang knew he was done for now and fell to the ground. But the shorty wasnât the only one here feeling terrible, Yan Jiu also had trouble keeping his frown from showing when the scene of Ling Yue almost perishing replayed itself within the greenish flame.
Oh woman, you mustnât die. At least donât die while under my watch AHHHH!!!
While this was occurring back here in the intermediate area, Lan Caier on the other hand was soon able to locate Jin Wu Monster in the high level area. As it so happens, the old monster was in the middle of a heated fight with another opponent.
âOld Monster, stop fighting, we are in trouble.â Barging through the crowd, the big girl ignores the rules of the ring and came before her companion.
âHey now Princess Caier, you mustnât get in my way during a fight like this. Punches donât know how to distinguish their targets you know.â Due to being in the heat of battle, Jin Wu Monster was quite unwilling to stop at his crucial moment of victory.
âThirteen, Red Thirteen is in trouble!â Ready to cry, Lan Caier suddenly blurts this out of fear for her sisterâs wellbeing.
Sadly, this name didnât really hit home with the old monster because heâs so used to hearing Ling Yueâs real name that he actually had to ask again for a fresher up, âWhoâs Red Thirteenâ¦.? Wait, you mean the Chief!â
Jerking back to his senses after realizing the direness of the situation, he too was now in full panic mode. However, thereâs someone else who was even more urgent than either of them.
âWho did you say is in trouble? Is it Red Thirteen?!â The stranger makes a grab for Lan Caierâs collar, demanding clarification.
The big girl initially wanted to slap the person away because she didnât have any patient left to deal with some nobody. Yet, in the second her line of sight fell upon that face, she gasped.
So beautifulâ¦.
Handsome, gorgeous, enchanting, she almost couldnât breathe when facing that image. It had the manliness required of a male yet also carried a feministic nature of a female, this was truly the perfect fusion of both sexes.
Like his companion there being interrogated like a criminal, Jin Wu Monster was also flabbergasted by the identity of that individual because he could immediately recognize this person â itâs Bo Qing!
Words couldnât even begin to describe the ladâs emotions right now. He thought Ling Yue had perished back then in the Tai Yi School, but now heâs suddenly gifted with the wonderful news of his love being alive again? How could he not be excited?
But the elation only lasted for a brief moment before horror grips the lad, âWho is it, who dares to bully my Thirteen?!â
A while later.
By the time Lan Caier and the others returned to the scene, most of the crowd had already dispersed with the scene pretty much cleaned up for business as usual.
âWhereâs the people?â Bo Qing makes a grab for a careless passersby.
âYoung Lord, please stay calm, that person is about to faint if you are so rough with him,â Jin Wu Monster attempts to calm the lad down, afraid he might make a mess of things.
The old monster still doesnât have a full grasp on why this person would be so obsessed with Ling Yueâs whereabouts after hearing the name Red Thirteen, nevertheless, heâs not going to reject further help when the opportunity presents itself.
âTell me, where did that martialist who was with us go?â Lan Caier hurriedly asks after seeing the poor passerbyâs frothing mouth.
âHe-He got ta-taken away by the City Lord~â No longer able to handle Bo Qingâs excessive force, the martialist finally succumbed to the strangling hold and rolled his eyes.
The City Lord of this place? Exuding a layer of gloom upon hearing this, Bo Qing didnât say nothing and turned away.
In reality, Lan Caier and the others didnât really need to worry at the moment. As the old saying goes: a scourge will last a millennium. Though Ling Yue did succumb to some serious burns, she didnât die, just that this would technically be her heaviest injury since birth. Therefore, by the time she woke up again it was already three days later.
Darkness, thatâs the first word that came to mind once her eyes adjusted to the environment. Though she couldnât exactly see everything, she could make out the black curtains and beddings that sheâs on. But thatâs not the most worrying part here, itâs her voice. When she tried to call out for someone, nothing ever came outâ¦.
Then to her horror, she quickly noticed the conditions she was in â sheâs wrapped entirely in bandages from head to toe. And as if that wasnât bad enough, she canât feel her senses at all aside from the miniscule control she still owns.
So am I considered to be disfigured now?
âLing Yue youâre awake!â
The first to rush inside the dark room was Lan Caier and Aâbone, theyâve been waiting outside the entire time. And due to how much they were crying for the past few days, those eyes were dreadfully swollen, evident of their grief and remorse. As for Jin Wu Monster, the senior remains outside the doorway, too afraid to come inside himself.
Now that her friends are here with her again, Ling Yueâs head was slowly starting to recall back to the fight again and how she used her black spirit smoke for the first time.
âBring the mirror⦠over.â She gestures her friend to bring the item over, finding it difficult to say even that much due to her damaged vocals.
Without surprise, what came into view next in her eyes were a completely different entity.
A mummy?
A monster?
She could barely recognize the creature in that reflection.
Understanding how terrible this must be, Lan Caier wanted to help comfort the girl by saying something. However, when she did try though, the sound that came out were nothing but whimpering cries.
Although the City Lord himself had already explained it to them prior to this, that Ling Yue will be cured using the resources of the Underground City, but that doesnât mean the big girl wouldnât want to cry.
Itâs all our fault. If not for us getting into a dispute with others then Ling Yue wouldnât have turned out like this.
âBoss, you are suffering from a very severe burnâ¦.â Aâbone was less prone to crying, nevertheless, she still held a lot of grief and guilt over her friendâs injury.
âMiss Ling Yue is awake?â From out of the blue, a jolly old voice suddenly broke the heavy atmosphere in here, followed by a stranger strolling into the room.