A quarter of an hour later, the White Moon Cult members vanished without a trace. Mo Qingcheng left with the words, "I'll trouble you two to clean this up."
Hu Lai and Yun Lei were in tears, feeling incredibly bittersweet. For the sake of Mo Niangzi, their savior, they would reluctantly... do it for now.
Mo Qingcheng flashed into the house, her eyes icy cold. The house was ransacked; anyone who didn't know better would think it had been burgled. White Moon Cult, this instructor will remember you…
After some scheming, Hu Lai followed closely behind and returned to the room: "Lady Mo..."
"Shh...you stay here and keep watch..." Mo Qingcheng narrowed her eyes, turned the stone table, and slipped into the secret room.
Hu Lai, who was about to follow, said: "..."
Was I rejected?
After restoring the stone table, Hu Lai felt heavy-hearted. It was rumored that a reclusive family possessed a mysterious force that walked the world in white robes, upholding justice and robbing the rich to help the poor.
But what I saw tonight doesn't seem right at all. Could it be that they're after the adults?
no!
Hu Lai had an idea. He took out a pen and a piece of paper soaked in a special potion, drew a circle of strange symbols on it, and flicked it with his fingertip. A faint fragrance then spread out.
A moment later, the fragrance dissipated, and a delicate, translucent butterfly fluttered in. Hu Lai tied a folded piece of paper to the butterfly's wing, made a gesture, and the butterfly flew outside...
If Mo Qingcheng were to do it again, it would definitely be an eye-opener. Isn't this the legendary Soul-Devouring Butterfly?
Meanwhile, Mo Qingcheng was still worried about the children. As she walked along the passage, her heart skipped a beat. Could something have happened?
Mo Qingcheng leaped into the air and burst into the stone chamber in the blink of an eye, her eyes narrowing.
"MoMo, Xi'er, Qing'er, Feifei, Chuan'er, where is your eldest brother?"
"Mother... Waaah..." Bai Zimo stumbled and threw himself into Mo Qingcheng's arms: "Big brother... was killed by Mo Mo... Waaah..."
Mo Qingcheng was unsteady on her feet, her face pale.
"Mother, Big Brother... went downstairs..." Mu Yunchuan took a deep breath, his little face scrunched up.
"Good boy, wait here for a while, Mommy will go check on Yichen." Mo Qingcheng patted Bai Zimo on the back, signaling the little guy to wait patiently.
Bai Ziming's eyes were brimming with tears: "Mother, it's all Momo's fault, you must find my brother..."
"Okay! Pinky promise, never to change for a hundred years." Mo Qingcheng stretched out her hand and pinky-promised Bai Zimo. Looking at the little guy's innocent eyes filled with an indescribable expectation, she felt a pang of sadness.
Mo Qingcheng waved her hand, leaped, and disappeared in the blink of an eye. Bai Zimo forgot to cry, and the little ones stood guard by her side, not wanting to blink...
Meanwhile, the young Shangguan Yichen became increasingly alarmed as he walked. He was quite talented and had received guidance from Xuanyuan Lin, so he was very interested in mechanical arts.
Having overcome six obstacles, the young boy was covered in blood, pale-faced, and caught in a dilemma.
Suddenly, his foot slipped, triggering a mechanism. A volley of arrows rained down upon him. Shangguan Yichen felt a surge of despair. It was all over…
"I'm sorry, Mother is late..." A clear voice entered his ears. The little boy struggled to turn around and fell into a warm embrace. His body stiffened, and he dared not move.
Dressed in black, Mo Qingcheng held the young boy tightly in her arms. She casually pressed a few buttons on the rock wall, and the mechanism was restored, and the rain of arrows disappeared.
"You... how did you get here?" Shangguan Yichen gritted his teeth and said hesitantly, "Put me down..."
"I won't let go!"
"You...cough cough...pfft..." Shangguan Yichen spat out a mouthful of blood, his vision went black, and he fainted.
Mo Qingcheng, who had just made a couple of jokes: "..."
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