Scarlet Rain Overwhelms the City

Chapter 47

"Zhan Yu!"

"The sect leader has ordered that no one other than him is allowed to approach the dungeon, especially the dungeon where Murong Yin is imprisoned alone. No one other than him is allowed to step into it!"

"If you don't take me, I'll just barge in myself!"

Zhan Yu's hand paused, but the hesitation only lasted a moment. He glanced at Lianhua calmly, "I'm afraid you still don't dare to do that. If you rush in, you'll only cause Murong Yin to die even faster! Don't forget, he got to this point today because of you!"

A sudden silence fell over his side.

Lotus stood blankly in front of the table, her clear eyes filled with a sense of bewilderment.

“You’re right, I’m the one who led him to this point, it’s because of me… But I really didn’t expect that he would actually go and get the Nine Kings Jade for me, he actually did it…”

Her voice was filled with bitter helplessness and pain.

Zhan Yu turned his head.

The girl in white slowly squatted down in front of him, like a small child. She buried her face deeply in her hands, and her whole body trembled.

“I can’t save him. I watched him being tortured and I couldn’t save him, but… I don’t want him to die, I really don’t want him to die.” Zhan Yu stared at her, and every word she said pierced his heart with a numbing pain. In a daze, the shadow that was deeply buried in his heart appeared in his mind with unparalleled clarity.

She looked exactly like the person in his heart!

"I'll take you there."

Just as Lotus was in unbearable pain, she suddenly heard such a voice. She looked up in astonishment, and her gaze met his in mid-air.

Zhan Yu's dark eyes were as deep as night. "I'll take you to see Murong Yin."

Inside the dungeon.

In the cracks of the stone slabs, horrifying blood could be seen flowing slowly, and amidst the pervasive stench of blood, the faint cries of those being tortured could be heard.

But in this place, there was an eerie silence.

Murong Yin leaned weakly against the cold stone wall, his eyes closed, occasionally coughing up bright red blood.

Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps sounded, followed by the clanging of chains unlocking the prison door.

Someone walked in.

Murong Yin did not open his eyes. He felt his whole body was as cold as snow, he had difficulty breathing, and bright red blood dripped from the corner of his lips. For a dying man, everything in the outside world meant nothing.

"Murong Yin..."

A warm hand touched his bleeding lips, wiping away the blood. In his scattered consciousness, he could hear the uncontrollable trembling of a girl.

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault!"

That sound...

In his daze, Murong Yin heard sobbing, but his breathing became even more painful. His limbs were cold and weak. The girl's crying grew clearer and clearer. It felt as if a thousand blades had pierced his chest. He felt a surge of blood in his throat, and in an instant, everything went dark. He lost consciousness.

"Murong Yin—"

Lianhua gasped in shock as she watched Murong Yin vomit several mouthfuls of blood and collapse. She frantically reached out and hugged him tightly, feeling as if his entire body was as cold as ice and his breathing was so weak that it seemed as if he would stop breathing at any moment!

The once spirited, gentle, and universally praised Young Master Murong Yin is now in such a miserable state!

However, his predicament was entirely caused by her. She took advantage of his kindness, his honesty, and his feelings, and then turned around and dealt him a fatal blow without any mercy!

Even now.

He was on his deathbed and could die at any moment.

"Murong Yin, you can't die, you can't die—"

She called out to him desperately, but Murong Yin, lying in her arms, grew colder and colder, his faint breaths becoming barely audible.

"Murong Yin—!!"

In the dim and cold dungeon.

Lianhua clung tightly to Murong Yin's cold body, her heart filled with painful despair. Slowly, she could no longer feel his breath; he grew as cold as ice.

"Murong Yin, Murong Yin..."

Lotus called out to him in horror, her eyes, filled with fear, suddenly trembled, and hot tears streamed down her face.

"Don't die! I beg you, please don't die. Wake up! I still owe you so much. Wake up, and I'll repay you for it all..."

"He's not going to make it!"

A deep, resonant voice came from the dungeon entrance. Zhan Yu looked at Murong Yin, who was lying in Lianhua's arms, and with a single sentence, he had already sentenced Murong Yin to death.

"You should know that no one who enters this dungeon has ever come out alive!"

"No!"

Lotus pressed her hand against Murong Yin's chest. His whole body was ice cold, except for a slight warmth in his heart. He was not dead. Murong Yin, lying in her arms, was not dead!

"I want him to live!" Lianhua raised her tear-streaked face and stared at Zhan Yu standing at the prison door, her eyes shining brightly, like countless flames burning.

"I will absolutely not let Murong Yin die at the Tianshan Snow Gate!"

Without hesitation, she lowered her head and began to unbutton her white shirt...

Zhan Yu was suddenly startled, hurriedly turning his back to Lianhua, who was unbuttoning her snow-white robes. He subconsciously gripped the Qingming Sword in his hand and hissed: