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Murong Yin's face paled, and he was about to speak when he suddenly heard an extremely faint voice coming from in front of him. The voice was very soft and faint, as if it might be cut off at any moment.

"Thirteenth Brother..."

The girl, who was strapped to the mechanism, slowly raised her head. Her face was as white as paper, and there was a faint trace of blood at the corner of her lips. She looked at Murong Yin with unfocused and blank eyes, and her breath was weak.

"Thirteenth Brother, is that you?"

She's still alive!

The golden-armored warriors inside and outside the secret passage were all stunned. Princess Xingluo stared wide-eyed at the awakened Murong Ci, never expecting that the people of the Central Plains would have such a strong will to survive!

Murong Yin stared in shock at the girl whose breathing was faint, unable to believe it was real!

Murong Ci didn't die!

Despite being as thin as a sheet of paper, and despite having countless wounds of all sizes, some of which were festering and oozing pus, she did not die; she was alive!

"Xiao Ci—"

Murong Yin's hands trembled as he wheeled himself to her. He reached out to touch her, but her body was terribly weak, as if it would shatter at the slightest touch!

"Quickly, remove the iron rings!" Murong Yin was so excited he didn't know what to do, and hurriedly shouted to the warriors behind him, "Hurry, remove the iron rings from Xiao Ci's hands first!!"

"Yes." Several warriors hurriedly stepped forward to remove the iron rings from Murong Ci's body.

Murong Ci hung her head, blood still seeping from her cracked lips, her consciousness blurred. "Thirteenth Brother, did you... save... Hua Chen?"

Unable to contain his excitement, Murong Yin asked in a trembling voice, "Is Hua Chen alive too? Where is he? Tell me, I'll go find him right away!"

“He heard you… digging through the Dragon Stone… He said… he was going to go into the secret passage to find rats for me to eat…” Murong Ci said breathlessly, each word distinct. “I don’t know how long he was gone? He said… he couldn’t die, he had to live… He caught… so many rats… He…”

mouse?!

Murong Yin was astonished!

With these massive rocks on all four sides and a pitch-black passage, where did these rats come from?!

Where did he go?

Looking at the dazed Murong Ci, Murong Yin had no choice but to continue asking, "Xiao Ci, don't fall asleep, tell me, where did Hua Chen go?"

"...I won't sleep..."

Murong Ci's voice was weak as she forced her dazed eyes open. "...Hua Chen said... I can't sleep. He gave me rats to eat... He said I can't sleep, because if I eat them I won't be hungry... I can't sleep, I have to wait for Thirteenth Brother... wait for Thirteenth Brother to come... then I can... live..."

She spoke haltingly, her voice growing softer and softer.

Murong Yin glanced nervously at Yuan Qing, who understood and led several golden-armored warriors deeper into the secret passage to search for Hua Chen. Murong Yin continued to stay by Xiao Ci's side, who was on the verge of fainting at any moment.

A short while later.

Yuan Qing returned with the golden-armored warriors. Murong Yin looked up and saw them, his heart pounding with anxiety. "They found Hua Chen... Is he... alive or dead?"

"Young Master..."

Upon returning, Yuan Qing was in tears, sobbing uncontrollably. Behind him, the several valiant golden-armored warriors were also ashen-faced, their expressions filled with shock.

Murong Yin felt a chill run down his spine!

He looked at Yuan Qing, his heart aching, "Push me over to see him!"

Deep inside the secret passage!

The faint light shone on the cold ground, where the boy in scarlet robes lay alone, head down, curled up, silent...

He's dead!

A gruesome death!!

Such a death shocked everyone who saw the body of the eighteen-year-old boy in scarlet robes. Even the brave golden-armored warriors couldn't help but shed tears.

Murong Yin sat in his wheelchair like a stone sculpture.

He stared intently at the boy curled up in the corner, his body a gruesome sight, covered in blood, and an indescribable pain surged from the depths of his heart.

Overwhelmed with grief, he felt a surge of blood in his throat, "Hua Chen..."

Outside the secret passage, the voice of a golden-armored warrior could be faintly heard, "Young Master Murong, Miss Murong Ci asked me to ask you if you have found Hua Chen?"

Xiao Ci... and Xiao Ci...

Murong Yin closed his eyes, forcefully suppressing the surging pain within him. He slowly wiped away the tears on his face and whispered tearfully to the wooden-faced Yuan Qing beside him:

Push me out!

Yuan Qing lowered his head and wept as he pushed Murong Yin out of the secret passage. Murong Yin's back was stiff and straight as he struggled to hold back the tears that were about to spill from his eyes, his fingers gripping the handles of the wheelchair tightly.

Murong Ci had been moved outside the secret passage. She lay on a stretcher, covered with a thick snow-white fur coat, struggling to support her weak body as she looked at Murong Yin emerging from the passage.

With bright red bloodstains on the corner of her lips, she looked at Murong Yin, who had come out alone, in a panic, "Thirteenth Brother, where is Hua Chen?"

Murong Yin, his face pale, faced the frail and thin Murong Ci, but he forced a smile, "Hua Chen... he's fine! I'll take you back first, then..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but his voice choked with emotion. He could only turn his head away and wave to the golden-armored warriors. The golden-armored warriors understood and lifted the stretcher, preparing to carry the weak and exhausted Murong Ci down the mountain.