Chapter 198
Lingwu patted her shoulder, shielding her behind her, and turned to look at the new lock on the cellar door.
He Tingyao then came to her senses, "Mom, I think I left the key to the cellar inside."
She gripped the key tightly, but the sharp pain made her heartstrings relax.
She simply underestimated the strength of what was inside.
The cellar door was violently slammed shut!
Then there was another loud bang, like something had fallen to the ground, while outside the cellar, the torrential rain continued to pour loudly.
"Mommy, Yaoyao is so scared." He Tingyao gripped Lingwu's hand tighter and tighter.
Her face was pale with nervousness, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans rolled down her forehead.
Seeing this, Lingwu lowered her eyes, her ethereal face showing a hint of disappointment, but she said nothing and turned to leave.
He Tingyao felt flustered, but this fluster was not the tension she had felt just now from fearing that her lie would be exposed.
Rather, it was a fear that her mother was about to leave her.
She called out in a hoarse voice, "Mom."
As Ling Wu left, He Tingyao handed the umbrella forward to protect her from the wind and rain, and then quickly caught up with her.
“Mom…” He Tingyao’s voice was dry.
Ling Wu shook her head slightly, her wisps of hair brushing against her face, revealing half of her exquisite and stunning profile.
"Yaoyao, if you make amends in time after doing something wrong, there is still room for maneuver." Lingwu's voice was as gentle as ever, with a soothing magic.
He Tingyao lowered his head.
But... she had no room for maneuver.
The only solution is to properly dispose of Bei Banban and Song Yue's bodies.
"What is Mom saying? Yaoyao doesn't understand."
He Tingyao lowered her eyes, concealing all her emotions, and wore a well-behaved smile on her face.
"Yaoyao really doesn't know what happened in the cellar, but when Yaoyao left the cellar, there was definitely nothing moving inside. Mom, please believe me, okay?"
Indeed, there was nothing that could move, because one was dead, and the other had its limbs broken and was also dying.
After thinking it over, He Tingyao suddenly remembered how Bei Banban had begged her, and only then did she truly understand her panic and hope at that time.
"Mommy, Yaoyao isn't a bad child. Mommy believes Yaoyao, okay?" Her tears welled up in her eyes, making her look just like a pitiful little kitten.
Ling Wu's voice was gentle, "Yaoyao really didn't lie to Mommy?"
He Tingyao looked up, tears rolling down her cheeks and down to her jawline.
"Yaoyao wouldn't lie to her mother!"
She will only lie to her mother this once; from now on, she will always be her mother's good little Yao Yao!
He Tingyao looked at Ling Wu with teary eyes, her gaze filled with sorrow and confusion.
"The key that Yaoyao is holding, where is it from?" Lingwu's voice was very calm, and her jade-like face was filled with disappointment.
The loneliness was exactly the same as when little He Tingyao looked up at Ling Wu gazing at the birds thirteen years ago.
He Tingyao's fingers, which were gripping the key, stiffened, and an unprecedented fear welled up from the depths of her heart.
Her face was pale, and her body was trembling.
"In my hand..."
Her voice was very soft, almost inaudible.
Just then, a young voice, accompanied by the sound of rain, entered her ears—
"It was given to Yaoyao by me."
He Tinglan held a black umbrella, but his black shirt was wet with rain. He strode forward.
"This cellar contains the live animals I used in my experiments. I was worried they would be frightened, so I made a special cage inside. Yaoyao probably didn't notice it when she went in."
As he was speaking, the cellar door was slammed open again with a loud bang!
He Tinglan's expression remained unchanged. He explained to Ling Wu, "Yaoyao was probably frightened by them, which is why she misspoke. You always know that Yaoyao is usually the most well-behaved. As for the sound, it should be the creatures in the cellar that were startled and ran out. Don't worry."
Then, with a smile on his lips, he said to He Tingyao, "These things are very destructive. You should go back first and leave it to me to handle."
The darkness in his eyes was intense, as if issuing a warning.
At this moment, He Tingyao could no longer care about their past confrontations, and nodded somewhat hastily.
"Mom, let's go back to sleep. We have to get up early tomorrow."
Watching the two of them singing in unison, Ling Wu might have believed it if she didn't know what was locked in the cellar.
"Can Lanlan manage alone? I'll stay and help her." Ling Wu's lips curved into her usual warm smile.
"Of course my brother can manage on his own, after all, he often deals with them..."
He Tingyao didn't look into He Tinglan's dark eyes, but instead pulled Lingwu and turned to leave.
"Mom, don't worry about your brother."
"It's so cold. Yaoyao needs to take a hot shower when we get back."
"Mom, go to bed early, don't wait up for me..."
The girl's voice faded into the distance, but the door in front of He Tinglan continued to make a loud banging sound.
"Useless." The boy's voice was very cold, like the misty air in the cold night.
He then tossed the black umbrella in his hand into a corner, inserted the key into the lock, opened the door, and strode straight into the cellar.
The woman in the white dress was contorted in the cellar, but her cloudy gaze widened suddenly the moment it fell on He Tinglan.
Her mouth moved, but she couldn't make a sound; only fear filled her face.
He Tinglan's eyes were cold. He took out a thin slice and threw it at the woman in the white dress.
As if she had seen something extremely terrifying, Bei Banban twisted and retreated, but the thin piece still pressed directly against her heart.
“The energy of the destroyed mother body needs to be recycled.” He Tinglan pulled the thin piece from the woman’s chest, then turned and walked towards the door.
Then, in a flash of light, Beibanban let out a sharp roar and disappeared from the spot.
In the cellar, only a white garment and Song Yue's corpse, which had been dead for several days, remained.
When the cellar door was opened, He Tinglan's eyes turned wary as she looked at the man in front of her.
When did you arrive?
Night Cry stretched out his hand, "Give it to me." A white wing on the back of his hand seemed to flash with light.
"What you taught me, once it's in my hands, is mine."
"I also taught you a prerequisite, which is that you should only do so when you have the ability," Night Cry said softly.
He didn't take He Tinglan seriously. He simply raised his hand, and the thin piece in He Tinglan's pocket trembled, as if it wanted to return to its owner.
He Tinglan took out the thin slice, but held it tightly in his hand until a sweet, fishy smell spread from his fingertips.
Sensing the unusual odor in his blood, a ripple stirred in Ye Ti's usually calm eyes. "You killed her?"
He Tinglan did not answer, but simply felt the blood in her body being rapidly absorbed by the thin film.
At the same time, the man's voice, which rarely showed any emotion, rang in He Tinglan's ears along with the force of his punch!
"You killed your own mother?" Night Cry's voice was filled with anger.
He Tinglan turned her head away, seemingly unconcerned. Her clean face, now stained with blood, looked as vibrant as a crimson flower.
"So what if he's dead?"
Night Cry recalls the woman who showered the window with warm orange light, and for the first time, emotions belonging to a carbon-based being arise.
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