Your Majesty - Chapter 67
Why has this guy suddenly become so easy to talk to?
What was said in jest was taken to heart by the listener. He Qinglu hesitated about how to tell Pang Wan the fact that he would no longer be able to practice martial arts. He was always proud and disliked lying, but he understood even more what being unable to practice martial arts meant for those in the martial arts world—it meant a sudden interruption of their lives.
This hesitation made his expression somewhat unreadable.
"Could it be that you did something to my senior brother?" Pang Wan saw his brows furrowed and her mind started to wander with fear. "Did you use him for human research? Forced organ transplantation? Or simply turned him into an ornamental doll?"
He Qinglu was annoyed that she kept talking about the Southern Barbarians: "Whether they're dead or alive, why don't you go down and see for yourself?"
Pang Wan glared at him, then pouted and stopped talking.
The two sat in silence for a moment before the sweating guard finally brought the wheelchair up.
It wasn't his fault that he was slow. The young master had invented a whole bunch of things, but suddenly he wanted a wheelchair, so he had to search for it in the warehouse for ages.
"...Could you please push it in a little more?" The girl saw the wheelchair enter the room and struggled to climb to the edge of the bed.
Her legs were just beginning to regain feeling and she couldn't use them on her own, making her look pitiful with every movement. The guard was about to step forward to help her when he suddenly noticed a pair of slender hands placed in front of him.
"It's no use."
The young master, with a disdainful expression, scolded her, reached out and scooped the girl into his arms, then strode over and placed her in a wheelchair.
The guard's hand froze in mid-air, speechless.
However, the girl was not grateful. At this moment, she was planning her first task after regaining her martial arts skills: to tear the young palace master's mouth to shreds and burn him into a skeleton that could never speak again.
Mutations
Before the Chaos Prison, the jailer opened the cell door with trembling hands, looking anxiously at the distinguished person before him.
He had seen the young palace master before, but why did he bring a disabled girl with him? Everyone knew that the Chaos Prison was treacherous and unpredictable, and no one could get down without exceptional martial arts skills. Why did the young palace master bring a burden like this? Could it be that this girl has some hidden skill?
"Are you really going down to take a look?" The young palace master turned to look at the girl.
"Of course!" the girl answered decisively and without hesitation.
So, in full view of everyone, the young palace master picked up the disabled girl and jumped into the cave.
Her clothes fluttered wildly, the wind whistling like a knife.
"Jin Diluo, bring the wheelchair along!" A steady command came from inside the cave.
The guard, who hadn't shown himself for a long time, came out in response, grabbed the wheelchair, and jumped down.
The remaining people at the door stared at each other, their big eyes wide with disbelief.
Inside the Chaos Prison, on the east side.
Pang Wan realized that she had underestimated He Qinglu. The wheelchair she was in could not only be raised and lowered freely with manual control, but also had a very user-friendly shock absorption system, which greatly alleviated the pain she experienced when moving forward.
"This person is a genius!" she couldn't help but marvel inwardly.
The two who were moving forward had already discovered Tu Su's cold body.
“...There were absolutely no animal footprints.” He Qinglu squatted down, dabbed some dirt with her hand and brought it to her nose. “There was also no smell of blood.”
"I've examined the two-headed python's corpse. More than half of its blood was missing, and even Palace Master Mei's blood was two-thirds gone," Jin Diluo said, standing guard behind Pang Wan, his voice hoarse. "These bloodstains are just a small fraction of what's left."
He Qinglu examined the dark spots on the ground and said in a deep voice, "It seems the blood flowed very slowly; they died a painful death."
Pang Wan was completely baffled by their conversation, so she pushed her wheelchair forward. "How did you know?" she asked, very curious.
He Qinglu frowned. He didn't really want to explain to this silly girl, but he couldn't resist the bright expectation in her eyes, so he pointed to the bloodstains and said, "All the bloodstains are circular, which means that the blood dripped slowly from the air to the ground. The blood on Cigu and the two palace masters combined must weigh at least tens of kilograms. Unless someone used an extremely special method, there would definitely be blood splattered here."
"There's only one reasonable explanation for the scarcity of blood at the scene: the blood was diverted elsewhere long ago, and any few drops that did spill out encountered obstacles, causing them to slide down in a circular pattern." He raised an eyebrow.
"Could it be a vampire?!" Pang Wan exclaimed in surprise.
He Qinglu glanced at her, her expression calm: "I don't know about vampires, but there are indeed vampire bats in this cave."
As if to confirm his words, a strange black shadow suddenly appeared silently on the cave wall, its size fluctuating wildly with the flickering candlelight.
"Who goes there?" Jin Dilu shouted, taking a wooden carrier pigeon from his waist.
Pang Wan's face turned pale. "Brother! Are you here for a picnic? At such a dangerous moment, instead of drawing your sword or knife, why did you pull out a toy bird?"
But then Jin Diluo raised his hand and the wooden carrier pigeon flew forward with a whoosh, disappearing into the dark depths.
The wind rose and fell, but the dark figure remained motionless.
"It's probably a rock that fell into the candlestick." Jin Dilu breathed a sigh of relief. The wooden carrier pigeon flew in a large circle in the air and then returned to his hand.
No sooner had the words left his mouth than a noise, like animal claws scraping against a mirror, rang out, and the torches instantly went dark. In that instant when the world was plunged into complete darkness, a strange shadow on the wall howled and pounced on the people in the cave.
Pang Wan subconsciously pulled out his golden whip and flicked it into the air.
She didn't know what it was, but her mind was very clear—she absolutely had to protect herself.
The golden whip whooshed out, and the strange shadow did not get close as expected. However, for some reason, the whip was intercepted in mid-air. Pang Wan panicked and reached out to pull the golden whip away, but someone pulled hard on the other end of the whip, and she was tumbled and crawled into the arms of someone.
"Come with me."
The icy, bone-chilling chest, the chilling, snake-like voice—everything felt so familiar.
The tension in her heart instantly subsided. Pang Wan leaned closer to the person behind her, trying to grab his clothes for support to stand up.
The moment he grabbed him, he realized something was wrong. Why did he only have some scraps of cloth left on his body? And why were his muscles so stiff?