Chapter 172 The little girl's dream made me anxious
The Imperial Master's Mansion, the Quiet Room.
Different from the abandoned mines outside Beijing with their fierce fighting and murderous atmosphere, here it is so quiet that you can hear the slight "crackling" sound of burning candles.
Chu Xuanyi sat cross-legged on the cushion with his eyes closed. He looked like a jade statue, blending into the huge, slowly moving shadow of the city defense formation behind him.
Censor Qian was like a monkey locked in a cage, unable to rest for a moment.
He walked to the door, stretched his neck to look outside, then strolled to the bed and looked at Ah Jiu who was still sleeping.
"Master Imperial Master..." He finally couldn't hold it in any longer and leaned over to Chu Xuanyi, lowering his voice. "Tell me...how is the prince now? That ghost place sounds creepy, with zombies and illusion arrays. Is he okay?"
Without even raising his eyelids, Chu Xuanyi opened his thin lips and said, "Your Highness is the descendant of the Purple Star Emperor. He carries the destiny of the Great Yan Kingdom and has a dragon aura to protect him. Ordinary demons and evil spirits cannot get close to him."
But why did Censor Qian Jing feel so unsure when he heard this?
The prince is powerful, he can beat a hundred people alone, but those things on the other side are unreasonable! They are susceptible to formations and spit out evil spirits. Who can withstand this?
Just when Censor Qian was feeling anxious and confused, something strange happened!
Buzz——
The pot of Nether Grass placed on the bedside table, which had been quietly doing so, suddenly burst out with a dazzling green light without any warning!
The light flickered on and off, flashing rapidly, like a madly beating heart, revealing a sense of anxiety and warning!
"This...what happened?" Censor Qian was startled and almost jumped up.
Almost at the same time, Jiu, who was sleeping on the bed, whimpered in pain.
Her little face was wrinkled into a ball, with fine beads of cold sweat oozing from her forehead. Her body twisted restlessly under the soft quilt, as if she was being chased by some terrible nightmare.
"Wire……"
“…black…line…”
Her mosquito-like mumbling in her sleep reached the ears of Censor Qian clearly.
"Miss Jiu? Miss Jiu, what's wrong with you? Did you have a nightmare?" Censor Qian hurried to the bedside and wanted to pat her, but he didn't dare.
"Don't touch her!"
Chu Xuanyi's voice suddenly rang out.
He opened his eyes, and those usually calm eyes were now sharper and more serious than ever before. His gaze passed over Censor Qian and locked onto Ah Jiu, who lay in bed, lost in a nightmare.
"Ajiu," he tried to guide, his voice very soft, "what did you see? Speak slowly, don't rush."
Jiu seemed to have heard his voice and struggled less, but his brows were furrowed even tighter.
"Flowers...Brother Xiongxiong's...little pink flowers..."
"I'm...tangled up in so many black threads... Ugh...I'm about to break..."
Her voice was filled with tears and fear.
Censor Qian was completely bewildered as he listened. "Little pink flowers? Black lines? Master Imperial Master, what's going on? What's going to break?"
Chu Xuanyi's face darkened little by little.
"It's a symbol of the prince's luck," he explained. "In the eyes of a clairvoyant like Ah Jiu, the fate and destiny of mortals are all materialized. The prince's luck is at its peak, and he's ruthless in his killing, but in her heart, he's always the 'fierce brother' who gives her candy. That's why his luck flower is pink."
"Where is the black line?" Censor Qian asked, his heart in his throat.
"It's murderous intent, it's a trap, it's... a curse from the underworld!" Chu Xuanyi's voice suddenly turned cold.
The black thread is wrapped around the flowers, and the branches are about to break.
This is... a very bad omen!
Xiao Yu's life is in danger!
At this moment, Jiu suddenly twitched on the bed and let out a terrified scream.
"trap!!"
"There's nothing beneath my feet!!"
"So many hands...so many black hands...stretching out from below...trying to grab Xiong Xiong's feet...ah!"
She opened her eyes suddenly as if she had seen something extremely terrifying, but there was no focus in her eye sockets, only a blank void.
Chu Xuanyi's pupils suddenly contracted!
Concrete danger!
This is no longer a vague omen of good fortune, but a concrete and dangerous scenario that is happening!
“It’s too late!”
He made a prompt decision.
"Censor Qian!" Chu Xuanyi's voice was stern. "Protect Ah Jiu! Hold your breath and concentrate. No matter what you hear or see, don't make a sound, and don't let anyone set foot in this room!"
Before he could finish his words, he suddenly bit the tip of his tongue!
A drop of bright red blood containing his life essence was spat out by him.
The drop of blood did not fall, but floated in the air.
Chu Xuanyi's hands moved like butterflies through flowers, quickly forming an extremely complicated hand seal. An abnormal blush appeared on his pale face.
"Using my soul as a guide, borrowing the power of the stars, igniting my blood and essence, I can transmit my voice across thousands of miles!"
"Edict!"
He put his fingers together like a sword and pointed fiercely at the drop of suspended blood!
"Buzz—"
A mysterious humming sound, inaudible to ordinary people, resonated throughout the room. The drop of blood essence instantly ignited, transforming into an imperceptible stream of blood-red light. It penetrated the restrictions of the Imperial Master's Mansion and shot towards the abandoned mine outside Beijing at a speed beyond common sense!
"puff--"
The moment the secret technique was completed, Chu Xuanyi could no longer hold on and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
He was staggering, his face turned paler than snow, and his breath was extremely weak.
The cost of forcibly burning one's own blood and essence to perform the forbidden technique of the Observatory is unimaginably high.
"Master Imperial Master!" Censor Qian exclaimed and hurried forward to support him.
"It's okay..." Chu Xuanyi waved his hands, supporting himself on the ground and slowly breathing. He looked in the direction where the blood-red light disappeared, his eyes filled with worry. "The warning... should have been delivered."
After saying that, he spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted.
On the bed, Ajiu's struggle finally stopped.
She curled up into a small ball like a wounded kitten, still murmuring unconsciously.
"Brother Xiong Xiong..."
"……run……"
“…Don’t look back…”
In the quiet room, deathly silence returned again.
Only the pot of nether grass still stubbornly flashed its dark green light, like a warning light that never went out, illuminating the girl on the bed who was still struggling in her dreams.
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