The head of the Zhong family also stepped forward.
"Do you intend to join the Rose Cross and become an enemy of the Xuanmen? Have you forgotten the retribution suffered by the Jian family?"
She didn't want to get involved in these things, but now she was in a dilemma, and the Zhong family also needed to make a statement.
They blamed themselves for overlooking the Chen family head, and also for the Chen family head's excellent disguise, so well that none of them noticed that the Chen family head would strike Lang Zongyi at this moment.
The head of the Chen family stood on a birch tree: "The Jian family has fallen to such a miserable state because they are useless. The birch forest hides a great demon, and Yan Jiu may not be able to get out of it."
When the Special Bureau suggested that the first match be held in the birch forest, he agreed without much thought.
Not only did he want to see what Lang Zongyi was going to do, but he also learned from Elder Hui that there was a demon in the birch forest.
He thought.
If the illusion is accidentally broken and the great demon is released, Yan Jiu will definitely go to save people. If, by some chance, Yan Jiu dies at the hands of the great demon, that would be even better.
He just hadn't had a chance to make a move yet.
An accident occurred in the birch forest.
But the result remained the same; he successfully administered a colorless and odorless poison to Lang Zongyi.
Ordinary poisons cannot kill people in the metaphysical world; the poison is merely a trigger. Lang Zongyi was already weak and could not last long.
Just as the Chen family head had predicted.
Lang Zongyi's condition is very bad.
Before the last shred of reason vanished, before the blood in my veins surged like a burst dam.
Lang Zongyi broke his little finger, and only by enduring the pain of self-harm could he barely calm himself down.
Upon seeing this.
The Chen family head burst into laughter: "Yan Jiu is dead, Lang Zongyi is dead, the Xuanmen is destined to be the Rose Cross's possession."
Upon hearing this...
Chu Chu was extremely anxious. He retorted, "My sister and Brother Lang will be fine!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Chu was attacked by the poisoned needles that the Chen family head had used before fleeing.
Patriarch Yun: "It's a bone-piercing needle!"
Patriarch Zhong: "Wasn't this needle technique lost to time?"
As soon as Jian Zhongyu stepped out of the birch forest, he saw the Chen family head's most prized hidden weapon aimed at Chu Chu, and not a single member of the Xuanmen stepped forward to protect Chu Chu.
Everything went black before her eyes.
He instinctively rushed over.
Sensing danger, Chu Chu immediately covered his head, not daring to look up.
He waited for a long time but did not feel any pain. He opened his eyes shakily and saw Lang Zongyi.
Lang Zongyi took the blow for him.
A trickle of black blood seeped from the corner of Lang Zongyi's mouth as he tried to keep his tone light: "Next time... don't stand like a sitting duck."
The bone-piercing needle can penetrate human bones, and once it is fired, it will not stop attacking until it penetrates human bones.
No wonder no one protected Chu Chu.
The sounds of commotion and fighting could be heard in the distance.
Lang Zongyi was unable to concentrate, and he was helped to kneel on the ground by Chu Chu, who was trembling uncontrollably.
The tarot cards deflected a small portion of the bone-piercing needles for Lang Zongyi, but only a portion.
With his injuries compounded, Lang Zongyi saw his death imminent. He ignored Chu Chu, who was crying, and instead wiped away the blood that had accidentally fallen on the doll's hair and the tarot cards.
He didn't want to soil Yan Jiu's dolls, nor did he want any of the cards to be damaged because of him.
The doll kept trembling.
It's not anger.
It was fear.
It was afraid that if something happened to Lang Zongyi, Yan Jiu would hold it accountable, asking it why it hadn't protected Lang Zongyi.
The doll frantically tried to think of a way to salvage the situation.
Chu Chu was at a loss: "Brother Lang, I'm sorry, if only I could hide..."
Lang Zongyi shook his head slightly, his voice weak: "It has nothing to do with you, he came for me. Tell your sister... it's not that I don't cherish myself, it's that she is more important to me."
He had tried to suppress his feelings for Yan Jiu, but he was only human; his emotions would only grow wildly like weeds. With him dead, Yan Jiu would no longer have to face him, the one who coveted her.
His death came so suddenly that all his schemes could no longer be carried out.
He thought.
That's fine too.
The bone-penetrating needles gradually penetrated into Lang Zongyi's bones, devouring his life force and causing him excruciating pain, as if an invisible hand were strangling his neck.
His vision blurred.
Life is entering its final countdown.
In the end, Lang Zongyi did not see Yan Jiu, nor did he get to see Yan Jiu one last time.
The cries continued.
The wind and snow raged.
Cover the ground with a layer of white.
The feeling it evokes is no longer the gentle beauty of a spring that makes trees flourish, but a piercingly poignant beauty.
Yan Jiu didn't know how she got to Lang Zongyi's side. All she knew was that the snow was exceptionally cold today, so cold that it felt like her blood was flowing backward.
She dared not look at Lang Zongyi with his eyes closed, deceiving herself into thinking that Lang Zongyi was joking with her.
Lang Zongyi was just asleep.
The howling wind formed a symphony called madness, which blew against Yan Jiu's face along with the moonlight.
No one knew the hatred in Yan Jiu's heart; the hatred was all-pervasive and almost consumed her.
She finally found her senior brother.
With Luo Jingyi in hand, she can find the lost soul and spirit of Lang Zongyi and restore his memory.
She can reunite with her senior brother; she can find the senior brother who calls her Xiao Ajiu.
Why.
Why did it turn out like this?
Yan Jiu asked in a hoarse voice, "Who is it?"
Chu Chu gritted his teeth, his anger burning with self-reproach: "The Chen family!"
Yan Jiu frowned.
The Chen family?
How dare the Chen family!
Overwhelming hatred consumed Yan Jiu's consciousness. She blamed herself for being preoccupied with trivial matters and forgetting about the Chen family.
Yan Jiu tried her best to calm herself down.
Go and summon Lang Zongyi's soul.
The incantation to summon souls should have been something Yan Jiu knew very well, but he recited it cautiously and awkwardly, as if it were the first time.
The incantation was cast.
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