Chapter 157 The King's Game - A thrill never before taught, running down my spine...

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Ji Yang sat up abruptly in his chair, meeting those blue-gray eyes in the darkness.

At this moment, what flashed within was Jiang Yang's unique sharpness.

Jiang Yang regained her consciousness in the solitary confinement room three days ago when Jiang Nuoer was locked up.

The cold iron door of the confinement cell swung open with a bang, and Jiang Nuoer was roughly shoved in by the messenger. Her knees and elbows slammed against the rough stone slabs, sending a burning pain through her.

"Reflect on your sins."

Outside the door, the messenger's cold voice came through the iron gate, and a hidden mechanism on the wall was triggered.

A deep voice echoed in the cramped space. Jiang Nuoer's holy light collar tightened abruptly, and fine light needles pierced her skin. It wasn't a sharp pain, but rather a persistent, deep-seated tingling, numbness, and burning sensation.

But he was used to it. He skillfully curled up to relieve the torment. They wanted to hear him beg for mercy, but he refused.

But this time, unlike previous punishments, the solitary confinement room was filled with a rich fragrance.

Jiang Nuoer bit his lip, and a soft, rustling sound escaped from between his teeth. He thought he was in too much pain to hold it in.

But soon, the unfamiliar heat spread large patches of pink across his small body. He suddenly felt as if he had turned into a damp candy, the wrapper sticking to his body, making it hard for him to breathe.

He dazedly pulled open his shirt and pressed his burning cheeks against the rough ground.

"Hmm..."

He kicked off one of his ankle boots, the instep of his foot drawing a bewildered arc in the air.

A thrill he had never known before crept up his spine like a string of tiny pearls. He pressed his lower abdomen in bewilderment, where it felt as if a flock of newborn birds were gently tapping with their soft beaks.

"I don't feel well... Jiang Nuoer doesn't feel well..."

He craned his neck, his wet eyes staring at the iron gate, like a young animal whose nest had been shattered by the rain, not yet understanding why he had suddenly been submerged in a raging ocean.

Moonlight streamed in through a small ventilation window at the top, illuminating his sweaty forehead.

The boy's slender waist arched, his toes curled up and pressed against the ground, and he cried out again in a voice trembling with tears, "Jiang Nuoer isn't feeling well..."

This day happened to be Jiang Nuoer's 11th birthday.

Nourished by the spiritual energy of this continent, most people develop intelligence early and quickly, but Jiang Nuoer is one of the few who are slow to develop.

But on that same day, the Vatican forcibly stimulated his development with drugs.

Jiang Nuoer didn't understand what this change meant and could only helplessly drift along with the unfamiliar waves.

When the extreme stimulation finally exhausted Jiang Nuoer's last bit of strength, Jiang Yang's consciousness took over the body, and he clearly understood what had just happened.

nausea...

Jiang Yang quickly straightened his disheveled clothes, making sure to avoid touching Jiang Nuoer's skin as he did so.

He got up from the ground and could clearly hear the guards laughing outside the door.

Jiang Yang's eyes turned completely cold. He glanced at the pop-up panel, confirmed that he was under trial, and then pounded on the door.

"Bang! Bang!"

An impatient voice roared, "What are you making a scene for if you're having fun inside!"

Another voice followed closely behind: "That's right, hahaha, why don't you beg us brothers, and we'll go in and give you a good time."

I knew all along.

That means they're not innocent.

Jiang Yang took out a small knife with a purple copper handle from the panel and stabbed it at the guard who was peeking through the bars of the door.

The knife pierced the guard's throat, and Jiang Yang twisted his wrist again.

The guard fell down, and the other guard noticed something was wrong. Just as he came over to check, Jiang Yang did the same thing, cleanly and decisively completing a double kill.

The smell of the solitary confinement room had mostly dissipated, but Jiang Nuoer's body had not yet recovered. Jiang Yang leaned against the wall and sat down wearily.

This was Jiang Yang's first recovery, which lasted about an hour.

"Moreover, I sensed a trace of no-man's-land energy within the confinement room, which may have been the reason I briefly regained consciousness."

Jiang Yang quickly explained to Ji Yang what had happened to him during this period. He would be awake for 1-2 hours every day, and he had taken advantage of this time to sneak out twice.

Ji Yang asked, "Did you find anything?"

“The next day, Jinwu took me to Sirius’s study,” Jiang Yang frowned. “There seemed to be some clues inside, but Sirius was in there at the time.”

Ji Yang glanced at the gradually brightening sky outside the window, took out the Pope's mask, and immediately stood up: "I'll take you there."

They were still unsure about what would happen the next day, so they didn't waste any time and headed straight for the study with a clear goal in mind.

Halfway through the race, Jiang Yang's short legs couldn't keep up, so Ji Yang grabbed her and tucked her under his arm, then strode forward.

Using Pope Ji Yang's identity, the two successfully slipped into the study.

Jiang Yangdian was seeing stars. After being put down by Ji Yang, he leaned against the wall and gasped for breath for a long time.

Tears were almost welling up, but he still remembered to release the Golden Crow first. Even after All was awakened, the Golden Crow still hadn't shaken off its sleepiness.

Jinwu has now grown taller than Jiangnuoer.

He was still grumpy when he woke up, but after rubbing his nose, he suddenly woke up. By the time Jiang Yang and Ji Yang reacted, he had already curled up into a small ball and plunged into the fireplace in the study.

"where did you go?"

Jiang Yang caught up and asked, then bent down to look into the chimney from the inside of the fireplace, but it was pitch black and he couldn't see anything.

Ji Yang subconsciously wanted to pat Jiang Yang's shoulder, but facing Jiang Nuoer, who only reached his waist, he felt it wasn't quite right, so he withdrew his outstretched hand and only said, "It should be fine, don't worry too much."

"Fortunately, his status shows as normal on my end, so let him be."

Jiang Yang wasn't too worried, but it was a little difficult to talk to Ji Yang while tilting her head back.

Ji Yang simply carried him to the desk so that their eyes were level. Jiang Yang asked, "If you were the Pope, could you use your status to help Yue Weiya?"

Deyue.

The current Yue Viya already bears the shadow of De Yue several years later, making it easy for people to discern the connection between the two.

Ji Yang asked, "What's wrong with her?"

"When I was recovering for the third time, I ran into Yue Weiya when I went out. Yue Weiya noticed me, and I felt like something had happened to her."

Jiang Yang's tone was serious, and Ji Yang pondered for a moment before saying, "I think I understand what she's going to do."

The Vatican and heretics have joined forces. If Yueweiya can find the key evidence, then the injustice done to the Moon Goddess Tribe can be redressed.

Jiang Yang asked, "Can you help her?"

Over the years, he had shared joys and sorrows with Deyue and gone through thick and thin together. Although he didn't know what had happened here, he still hoped to be able to help Deyue.

pity...

Ji Yang shook his head: "The clue should be on Sirius, and has nothing to do with the mask."

"Okay, then I'll wait until you switch it back and then I'll go look for it slowly."

"Don't rush, I want to tell you something."

Jiang Yang's legs dangled in the air, swaying back and forth. She tilted her head, puzzled. "What's wrong?"

Ji Yang confessed: "Jiang Nuoer, also known as Ta, is my younger brother."

...

Jiang Yang pulled his legs back and sat cross-legged on the desk, his expression somewhat solemn.

Ji Yang was unsure about his reaction and quickly waved his hand to explain, "I just found out too."

"That's not it..."

Jiang Yang interrupted him, her voice somewhat deep.

When he explained his situation after waking up to Ji Yang, he did not mention any of Jiang Nuoer's privacy, but simply said that he had dealt with the two guards after waking up.

However, if Jiang Nuoer's true identity is Ta, and she is also Ji Yang's younger brother, then this situation is not a problem that can be ignored.

From his perspective, Ta's wrongdoing is one thing, but the root cause of Ta's wrongdoing is another. At least at this moment, Ta has done nothing, yet he is subjected to drugging and bullying, and even more dark and yet-to-be-hidden methods...

Jiang Yang recalled a timeline of hers where she was in Un Entertainment, a place of extravagance and intoxication.

Amidst the clinking of glasses and the exchange of toasts, some succumb to depravity, while others are dragged into an abyss by meticulously designed traps, deprived of all their right to choose.

He felt it was necessary to communicate with Ji Yang.

“Ji Yang,” Jiang Yang raised his head and sat up straight, saying seriously, “They drugged Jiang Nuoer.”

"I suspect that the future will be much more than just solitary confinement, but rather a deliberate process of taming or catalyzing the tower."

"Domestication...catalysis..."

Ji Yang repeated the two words in a low voice. Jiang Yang held his shoulders, half-knelt on the table, and whispered them in his ear with a heavy heart.

The words were clear, but when put together, they made it hard for Ji Yang to believe.

A chilling coldness crept up my spine, and a terrifying thought surfaced in my mind.

"They are creating gods..."

god.

“Jiang Yang…” Ji Yang’s voice was hoarse, filled with suppressed anger, as he murmured with pity, “Jiang Nuoer isn’t a bad child…”

Jiang Yang gently lifted Ji Yang's chin with her small hands and comforted him, "I know, we'll protect him together."

The holy city gradually awakens in the dawn, its golden dome gleaming with a false radiance.

After Jiang Yang finished speaking, he tilted his head and leaned on Ji Yang's shoulder. Ji Yang judged that Jiang Nuoer was probably about to wake up. He glanced at the fireplace one last time. Jin Wu had not returned yet, so he could only send Jiang Nuoer back to the side hall first.

Ji Yang sat in the chair until dawn. During that time, Jiang Nuoer turned over in bed, her breathing steady, completely unaware that she had been replaced.

After confirming that she wouldn't suddenly disappear today, Ji Yang couldn't help but walk to the bedside, squat down and help Jiang Nuoer comb the stray hairs on her forehead, his eyes filled with obvious heartache.

They still have no way to deal with the heretics, and he fears that once he leaves, all the malice will be directed at the child in front of him.

...

Ji Yang closed his eyes.

!

If we can't stop the heretics, then let Jiang Nuoer become even stronger.

But he always felt like he had overlooked something.