After being held by Chu Liyue for a while, Xiao Wujie regained some strength and got down from Chu Liyue's arms with a slightly flushed face.
Holding Chu Liyue's arms with both hands, she stood beside her, looking incredibly obedient.
Seeing that everyone had gathered, they immediately turned their gaze to the dark castle behind them.
This is the last stop on their journey, and it seems there will be a final battle ahead.
The castle, now covered in fine cracks from the previous massive impact, looked even more grotesque and eerie.
After exchanging a serious glance with Chu Liyue, Shi Feng immediately spoke in a deep voice:
"Everyone, stay alert and don't let your guard down."
After saying that, he waved his hand and led everyone cautiously toward the castle gate.
In the crowd, Chu Liyue held Xiao Wujie's hand, her eyes filled with worry, and spoke softly.
"Sweetie, can you still hold on?"
She could sense that simultaneously using those two strange techniques had placed a considerable burden on Xiao Wujie.
Judging by the time, the effects of the body-strengthening drug are almost over, and his current condition is probably not very good.
Xiao Wujie, whose hand was being held by her, gave a soft "hmm" and couldn't help but move closer to her.
His face was pale, his thin lips were bloodless, and there was an obvious look of weariness and haggardness between his brows.
He could clearly see that his condition was declining, but he had to force himself to stay alert and try to stay clear-headed.
Although he had dealt with Deadpool, he refused to believe that Vito Rosso only had this one trump card.
Rescuing Lin Qingyi seems imminent, but unforeseen circumstances may arise.
Seeing that he was clearly exhausted but still had to force himself to stay awake, a look of heartache flashed across Chu Liyue's eyes.
Although she knew it was a bit dangerous to hug him in this environment, she still gently wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him into her embrace.
He likes her to hold him. She can't take him to rest right away, but she hopes that holding him will make him a little more comfortable.
Walking behind them, Ye Jinyu looked at Xiao Wujie's sickly yet stunning profile. Images of him descending like a god and annihilating the Death Servants flashed through her mind, and her eyes showed a slightly complicated expression.
He silently tugged at the hem of his clothes, lowered his eyes slightly, and continued walking with the group.
Upon reaching the gate, Xiao Wujie slightly raised his eyes, which were tinged with weariness. He flicked his finger, and a beam of light flowed from his fingertip. The tightly closed castle gate slowly opened with a creak.
A faint light shone through the gate into the castle, revealing a long corridor.
The corridor was dimly lit, with closed doors on both sides, creating a sinister and lifeless atmosphere.
They exchanged a heavy glance, and then, tense and focused, slowly made their way down the corridor. A moment later, their view suddenly widened, and they entered the castle's main hall.
The moment the group stepped into the castle hall, countless men in black descended from the sky, their blades and bullets aimed directly at them.
...
Meanwhile, in the corridor on the top floor of the castle, Vito Rosso, followed by several men in black, quickly entered a room.
The room was antique in style, with mirrors covering all four walls, making it feel like being in an infinite loop space.
In the center of the room, Lin Qingyi, her hands and feet shackled, sat in a chair, her face looking slightly haggard.
From her vantage point, she could clearly see the reflections on the four walls, where countless images of herself overlapped and intertwined, creating a surreal scene.
In such a special space, she not only had to confront the marks on her body that she didn't want to look at.
The multiple reflections created by overlapping mirrors can cause dizziness, creating a sense of temporal and spatial disorientation, giving the illusion that time has lost its meaning and space has been infinitely extended.
Being in such an environment every moment, and having to deal with Vito Rosso's occasional fits of rage and madness, no matter how strong she was, she was already exhausted both physically and mentally.
She didn't even lift her eyelids at the arrival of Vito Rosso and the men in black behind him, but the sounds of fighting and gunfire coming from outside caused a flicker in her eyes.
"You slut..."
Seeing Lin Qingyi's expression, Vito Rosso instantly understood what she was thinking.
A sinister, twisted rage brewed in his eyes. He strode to Lin Qingyi's side, grabbed her chin, and his voice was so cold it seemed to drip water:
"You bitch, aren't you happy?"
"That's right, it's that pretty boy you were chasing after, but who didn't even like you."
Lin Qingyi was already used to the insults in Vito Rosso's words, but Vito Rosso's words still made her eyes tremble slightly.
Did he... finally come?
Seeing the flicker in her eyes, Vito Rosso's expression darkened further. He abruptly flung his hand away, causing Lin Qingyi's slender body to slam against the back of the chair behind her.
She gripped Lin Qingyi's head tightly with one hand, staring at him with eyes bulging as if about to burst, while a twisted smile curled at the corner of her mouth.
"You'll be happy to see him, won't you?"
"Ha, then I'll make sure you never see him."
"You're dreaming if you want to see him."
Releasing his grip on Lin Qingyi's head, he slightly turned his head and spoke in a low voice towards the door:
“The Abyss”.
As his voice fell, there seemed to be no movement outside the door. The next second, a tall, masked man in black silently entered the room, his aura cold and sharp.
"Take this bitch away."
The man in black, Shen Yuan, glanced at him silently, and nodded very casually under his gloomy gaze.
With a silent, light bite of his back teeth, Vito Rosso immediately took out a key and unlocked the shackles binding Lin Qingyi's hands and feet.
"Stop dawdling, take her away immediately. You don't need to worry about what happens next; someone will come to pick her up and take her to Boston."
With a somber tone, Vito Rosso added a sentence, then turned and left the room.
He gave a silent scoff, gave the man in black beside him a look, and then slowly walked out of the room.
Several men in black immediately understood, holding Lin Qingyi's hands and following in his footsteps.
In the dimly lit corridor, Shen Yuan walked at the front, his steps slow, with several men in black following closely behind him.
After walking forward at a leisurely pace for a while, Shen Yuan, who was at the forefront, suddenly stopped.
"Take her away first, I have something to take care of."
The deep, cold voice carried a hint of eeriness, causing the men in black behind him to gasp in surprise.
With a slight flicker of his eyes, one of the men in black forced himself to call out to Shen Yuan, who had already started walking away.
"Sir...where should we take her?"
He paused slightly, turned his head slightly, and the mask on his face looked even more eerie and unpredictable in the interplay of light and shadow.
"Whatever you want."
"You can also take a stroll around the castle."
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