Chapter 12 Wumeng Manor (2) Gu Congxing, the son of the Duke of Zhenguo, Jing...
A quarter of an hour ago.
After separating from Gu Congxing's team, Lan Jue led his disciples to search on the east side.
Unfortunately, there was no trace of the nightmare tapir.
"Strange, even with the magical compass, I couldn't detect any demonic energy fluctuations."
"Me too, even using the tracking talisman I found nothing."
The two disciples investigated for a long time, whispering to each other. Just as they were about to ask Lan Jue, they heard someone exclaim, "Hey! Come and look over here!"
Everyone looked in the direction she said, and saw a house with its doors wide open. The crops in the courtyard were withered, and a few clothes were hanging on the clothesline. The tattered and pale long clothes fluttered in the cold wind, which was extremely creepy in the dark night.
"What's so good about this?" The thin disciple got goosebumps all over his body.
Cao Yun has always been timid and can't stand being scared.
"Yeah! We're here to exorcise demons, not catch ghosts!"
Another girl named Xia Yuner sounded a little angry.
The disciple who spoke earlier felt a little aggrieved, and moved closer to the house, pointing at the fluttering clothes.
"I recognize the fabric of this dress. It's made of the finest brocade silk..."
After these words were spoken, Xia Yun'er and Cao Yun both rolled their eyes, but Lan Jue's expression suddenly changed.
"—If you're fleeing from your homeland, why don't you take these valuable clothes with you?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the whole audience fell silent.
A biting chill rose up, and Xia Yuner's pretty face instantly lost its color.
"You mean...the village chief lied to us?"
"No, no, that can't be. If that's the case, where did all these missing people go...?"
Cao Yun replied in a trembling voice, having already taken a step back.
Another disciple, Gao Mu, was also horrified, but seeing that everyone looked pale, he didn't want the atmosphere to continue to be depressing, so he began to look around, trying to change the subject.
Huh? What is that?
"Hey, don't be so scared. Look over there, that mulberry tree is blooming so lushly! Why... is it even glowing?"
As soon as these words were spoken, Lan Jue's face suddenly darkened.
His spiritual power suddenly burst out, and his expression was unprecedentedly cold.
Several disciples were all silent, but they saw their senior brother waved his sleeves and attached several powerful sword intentions of the late Jindan period to their swords, and then flew away on the swords without stopping.
"The five of you return to the sect immediately! Ask for help! Gao Mu, you lead the team!"
"Set up a barrier around Qingsang Manor before you leave! Make sure no one can leave before the sect arrives!"
Several inner disciples were all horrified and hurriedly replied, "Yes! Senior Brother!"
Shen Mu's figure flashed across the night sky like lightning. His eyes were fixed on the giant tree in front of him, but he caught a glimpse of several familiar figures.
——It’s my junior brothers!
Lan Jue opened his eyes wide. He saw that the huge mulberry tree was swaying without wind, and a dark crack quietly cracked in the crown.
Like a huge mouth that is about to swallow everything.
Lan's determination was as strong as the beating of a drum. He immediately activated the jade token of communication and shouted loudly:
"Cong Xing! Don't go near the mulberry tree!!"
"escape--!!"
However, at this moment, the motionless and dying dream tapir suddenly activated its demonic power to explode its body. In an instant, gray smoke filled the air, and everyone's eyes were dark!
Not far away, the crack on the mulberry tree suddenly tore open, opening up a bottomless black hole!
“Ahhhh!”
Mei Ci, who was closest to the beast, was affected by the nightmare tapir's self-explosion, and both of her arms were covered in wounds.
At the same time, an irresistible suction force came. Mei Ci looked back and saw that it was the mulberry tree with its huge mouth of the abyss opened!
“No, help—!”
He reached out his hand in panic, but couldn't touch anyone.
Come, save me! Father——
Don't abandon me like you did before! Save me! Save me!
Suddenly, his hand was held.
Those hands were not his father's, but they were slender and white, with a warmth that was completely different from what he had imagined.
Mei Ci's stunned face was reflected in the black glass-like eyes.
Why him?
Gu Congxing? !
Gu Congxing pulled Mei Ci and gritted his teeth to resist the strong gravity.
Damn it! There's something fishy about this mission!
He held Mei Ci tightly with both hands, otherwise if he let go, the unlucky guy would fall into the black hole.
But because of this, he was completely unable to take out the magic weapon or magic weapon and could only resist with his own strength.
"Damn it! What the hell is this!"
Ruan Wei inserted the sword into the ground and gripped the hilt tightly with both hands, but he was still being pulled back continuously, and the sword left a long scar-like mark in the ground.
"Oh no, I can't hold on any longer!"
The two disciples from Lingxu Peak supported each other, but their feet couldn't help but fall backwards.
"No--"
Tao Xueting reached out to help them, but unexpectedly he was also pulled down!
The three men suddenly lost their strength and flew backwards. Ruan Wei, who was struggling to hold on, was unfortunately hit and also flew backwards with a loud cry.
"Fuck!" Ruan Wei cursed and stretched out his hand to Gu Congxing, "Senior Brother, help me!"
Gu Congxing was startled when he heard the sound, and then he realized that the four people could no longer hold on. He gritted his teeth and was about to forcibly summon the protective magic weapon, but he saw that the mulberry tree suddenly let out a loud roar like a glutton that had not eaten for a long time!
What followed was an even more irresistible and powerful suction force!
“Ahhhh!”
As everyone exclaimed, Gu Congxing's feet were lifted off the ground.
As he felt his body flying backwards rapidly, Gu Congxing's eyes fell into darkness.
...There seems to be a blue light?
Who is flying towards this side?
His thoughts fell into chaos, but at the last moment before being swallowed by the black hole, he uttered a cry -
"Lan, Jue..."
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“…Your Highness!”
"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"
"Wake up! Your Highness!"
Gu Congxing opened his eyes and saw a rosewood bedtop with gilded patterns. When he blinked again, a young man's face came close to him.
This is the servant...his name seems to be A Luo?
By the way, I am Gu Congxing, the legitimate son of the Duke of Zhenguo of Xiang State, and a well-known little tyrant in the capital.
"Your Highness, how are you feeling? You gave us all a fright when you fell down the steps. Does your head still hurt?"
It hurts. My head still hurts.
Gu Congxing's mind was in a mess, but he could clearly feel the headache coming on, as if an invisible knife was cutting at him.
What is it trying to take away? What is this knife trying to carve out?
“Hmm…”
Seeing him holding his head in pain again, the servant called out to him in panic a few times and then hurried out to find a doctor.
A moment later, a medical officer walked in carrying a medicine box, grabbed Gu Congxing's arm, took his pulse, and started giving him acupuncture.
Gu Congxing turned around to look at the young medical officer. He saw that he had a fair face and bright features, but his brows were always furrowed, and he looked quite impatient.
For some reason, even though this guy had a sullen face, he seemed closer to me than A'Luo.
"Master Mei, how is the condition of our prince?"
"Shut up. Can you afford to interrupt my medical practice?"
Mei Ci responded in a bad tone without even turning her head.
Upon hearing this, A Luo's expression froze, and he lowered his head and retreated silently.
Logically speaking, Gu Congxing should have felt unhappy that his servant was being scolded like this by an outsider. However, when he looked at A Luo's aggrieved look, he really couldn't feel any sympathy.
On the contrary, I feel more comfortable now when I am alone with Doctor Mei.
Gu Congxing looked at the medical officer in front of him, but accidentally saw the hideous scars on his arm.
"Doctor Mei, this injury looks like it was caused by an explosion? Why isn't it being treated?"
Seeing Mei Ci frowning unexpectedly, Gu Congxing said to himself, "Oh, that's right, a doctor shouldn't treat himself."
Mei Ci snorted coldly and didn't respond. He simply pulled his sleeve down and continued to carefully apply the needle. Although his attitude was harsh, his technique alone showed that he was indeed a skilled doctor.
"What's going on? Am I going to die?" Gu Congxing asked with a grin.
"He won't die. His Highness is in very good health. He just hit his head and has a slight concussion. After a few days of recuperation, he will be able to go out and wreak havoc in the capital again."
Mei Ci stood up to pack the medical box, and Gu Congxing also sat up by supporting himself on the edge of the bed, not noticing that his inner clothes were slightly disheveled.
Mei Ci was about to say goodbye when she accidentally caught a glimpse of Gu Congxing's beautifully shaped collarbone. The skin he exposed was as white as fresh snow, and it seemed that the slightest touch would leave a bright red mark...
"Hmph!! You...don't try that on me!"
Mei Ci's face suddenly turned red, and she turned around and left while cursing, grabbing the medicine box. When she reached the door, she tripped over the threshold and almost fell to the ground.
Gu Congxing: “?”
This guy has a really weird temper.
Gu Congxing frowned, too lazy to care about Mei Ci's reaction, and went back to bed with his clothes on.
He seemed to have not had a good rest for some time.
It feels so good to be able to sink into the warm bed without any burden or worries.
But what burdens had he felt before? He was the son of the Duke of Zhenguo, a man of distinguished family background, doted on by his parents. Every young man and woman who saw him would behave like a grandson to him. Why should he be worried?
As soon as such doubts came to his mind, Gu Congxing felt sleepy, but after a moment, his consciousness fell into darkness again.
When I woke up again, it was already the next morning.
Gu Congxing got out of bed wearing a thin long gown. He moved very quietly so as not to wake up the maid who was on duty outside.
I pushed open the door, and a cool breeze carried the scent of pear blossoms. It had rained lightly the previous night, and the courtyard was still shrouded in a faint mist. The sunlight was obscured by thick clouds, casting only a faint halo of light.
In this damp chill, Gu Congxing felt at ease and familiar. He clutched his clothes tightly and walked slowly forward.
After walking around the winding corridor and passing through the deep courtyard, Gu Congxing did not encounter any other figures.
It's strange, why is this house so deserted?
Oh, by the way, this isn't the Zhenguo Mansion, but a villa located in the suburbs of Beijing. I was just here to have some fun and had a blast when I accidentally fell from the attic.
Whenever some doubts arose, he could quickly find the answers from his own thoughts.
Gu Congxing felt inexplicably irritated. There was clearly nothing wrong, but he just couldn't completely relax. It was like he was walking alone on a suspension bridge on a cliff, and if he wasn't careful he would fall into the abyss.
But there is clearly a smooth road ahead, so where do the dangers come from?
The pain started to rise again deep in his head, and even a faint tinnitus seemed to begin to echo.
He shook his head and told himself not to think about it anymore.
Huh? There seems to be a lake ahead?
It turns out that this villa was built around the lake.
He gazed at the mirror-like surface, the still waters of the shore, where willow trees stood quietly and swaying beside it. Amidst this gloomy and desolate scene, this spot offered a glimmer of life.
Gu Congxing couldn't help but walk closer, but suddenly found a tall and slender figure in white clothes with fluttering sleeves by the lake.
His eyes were glued to that figure, and the calm lake of his heart was suddenly shaken by a stone, causing it to ripple uncontrollably.
The man turned around as if he had realized something. His white jade face was expressionless and cold, but the moment he saw Gu Congxing, it lit up like a black and white ink painting stained with a touch of vermilion.
At this time, a strong wind blew, clouds surged, and sunlight poured down. The gloomy long lake suddenly sparkled like broken gold.
The gentleman, with his black hair flowing, smiled and nodded in the shimmering light of the lake: "Your Highness, what a coincidence."
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The fantasy dungeon of Lan Jue's home turf begins! Is this a dream or a nightmare? When will their memories return? Will another mysterious guest appear? To find out what happens next, stay tuned for the next episode—(Slapped and thrown)
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