Mo Qingcheng sighed helplessly, her voice softening slightly. "They're all here, what else can we do?"

Just save them!

The man in the black robe gradually loosened his grip, seemingly confirming that the other party would not harm him. His hand went limp and slumped onto the stone slab.

Mo Qingcheng shook her head, took a deep breath, shook off those messy thoughts, and began to give the man acupuncture.

On the other side, Shangguan Yichen was also racing against time to save people. If he and his mother had arrived a moment later, they might have already kicked the bucket.

Ah, it's so far, how could Mother make the trip for nothing?

The young boy smiled knowingly, thinking that saving lives was the priority.

The mother and son were busy with their own things. Mo Qingcheng was fairly at ease with Shangguan Yichen. Although the boy had a cold personality, he was not a problem in treating ordinary external injuries.

Who can blame them for being quick-witted and nimble-fingered?

After Shangguan Yichen finished his work, he saw that Mo Qingcheng was still busy. He suppressed the heartache in his eyes and quietly walked over.

"Mother..." Should I help you?

"You rest first, eldest son. Mother has something to tell you in a bit." Mo Qingcheng said, her fingertips lightly tapping the silver needles, which began to vibrate rhythmically.

Shangguan Yichen was slightly taken aback. Mother is so powerful!

After another incense stick's time of work, Mo Qingcheng pulled out the last silver needle, feeling somewhat exhausted.

A handkerchief was placed on her forehead, and Mo Qingcheng felt a warmth in her heart, thoroughly enjoying the way her little one cared for her.

Shangguan Yichen carefully wiped the sweat from Mo Qingcheng's forehead, his voice softening slightly: "Mother, are you alright?"

The young boy couldn't help but blame himself, thinking it was all his fault for being incompetent. He wished he had known better and sent Qing'er instead.

At the very least, Qing'er is skilled in both medicine and poison, and can share her mother's burdens, unlike herself who is clumsy and can't do anything.

Just look at those two people on the ground and you'll know you have absolutely no talent!

Mo Qingcheng closed her eyes slightly, and Shangguan Yichen quickly pulled himself together and cleaned up the mess.

Outside, Ling Feng and the others paced anxiously, completely unaware of their master's condition.

And those two damned bodyguards, couldn't they at least send a message? Could they be traitors?

The two bodyguards, innocently wrapped up like mummies: "..."

Pooh!

This grotesque creature can still deliver messages? What a load of rubbish!

Ha! Try to outsmart me, and I'll make sure you never leave alive!

Mo Qingcheng rested for a quarter of an hour and then asked Shangguan Yichen to call for help.

Shangguan Yichen glanced coldly at the man in black robes on the stone slab, slowly walked to the door, and told him in a low voice that they could come in.

Ling Feng slipped into the stone cave, his heart filled with unease. Could it be... that something had happened to his master?

no!

No matter what, he had to save his master… Before his thoughts could drift away, he met the woman's sharp eyes, which startled Ling Feng so much that he almost died…

Lady Mo is so scary!

Good heavens, why is it so hard to be a bodyguard?

Ling Feng took a deep breath: "Thank you, Madam Mo. My master... is he dead or alive? Could you please give me a definite answer?"

Shangguan Yichen stood aside, coldly watching Ling Feng, as if to say, "If you don't speak to me, I'll make your life miserable."

Ling Feng's heart pounded. For some reason, he felt inexplicably guilty in front of the eldest son of the Mo family.

Shangguan Yichen: Hehe, this young master will be watching. When are you going to greet me?

Ling Feng felt a prickling sensation on his back, so he braced himself and greeted Shangguan Yichen.

Shangguan Yichen: "..."

Am I stupid?

“Lady Mo…” Ling Feng turned around and stood beside Mo Qingcheng, feeling a mix of emotions.

"Huh?" Mo Qingcheng didn't react for a moment.

"My master..." Why isn't he responding?

Ling Feng felt dizzy and asked subconsciously.

"Not dead!" Mo Qingcheng uttered two words calmly: "However..."

"What?" Ling Feng asked nervously, rubbing his hands together.

"If we stay in this godforsaken place, even the King of Hell would probably be very welcoming..."

Mo Qingcheng left after uttering those words.