1724 Uncle Nine, I Can’t Do This…
The Skydome Castle, located at the foot of the Skydome Mountain, was now engulfed in flames. The roof beams collapsed, screams were heard, and sparks crackled, turning the night red...
Aunt Lan and the people from Xuan Yue Palace did not find the Kyushu map in Tianqiong Fort and were preparing to evacuate. However, a fire suddenly broke out in Tianqiong Fort, trapping them inside the fort.
"Someone has been plotting against me." Aunt Lan felt terrible. She was not stupid. If she still didn't understand after this, she would be a fool.
"Damn it, who is so bold as to burn down Tianqiong Castle?" Most importantly, he took the blame for Xuanyue Palace and offended two major forces in the martial arts world at once. That person doesn't want to live.
Aunt Lan and Xuan Yuegong's group were trapped in Tianqiong Castle, but they were much better off than the servants of Tianqiong Castle, at least there was a possibility of escaping.
Tongues of flame shot up into the sky and sparks crackled. No one noticed that not far from Skydome Castle, there were two people standing there, one tall and one short. The firelight reflected on their faces, flickering and making them look a little more terrifying.
The firelight flashed, illuminating the short figure, allowing people to see his face clearly. He was a cute child like a boy who was giving away money, but the words that the child said made people feel cold: "You are really useless. You can't even handle a small matter."
As the fire dimmed, the child disappeared into the darkness again, giving him a hint of coldness that was not present in other children. There was no other child in the world who was as mature at such a young age as Zhezhe.
Next to Zhezhe was a tall and strong young man with a gloomy face and cold eyes. There was no one else besides Ling Mo.
"They have no grudge against me." He didn't want innocent people to die in vain, just like him.
"You are so kind-hearted. No wonder you live such a miserable life. It's just a few lives. Death is death. It's a good thing I came here in person this time, otherwise leaving someone alive would only cause trouble." Zhezhe's little face was calm, and he didn't think he had done anything wrong.
Although the Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen taught him some right and wrong, he did not think that killing people, or killing innocent people, was wrong. As long as it could make his life better, there was nothing wrong with killing people.
In the underworld, if you don't kill someone, you'll be killed. As for right and wrong? Whoever survives is qualified to discuss right and wrong.
Ling Mo was speechless, the smoke made his throat sore, he didn't want to talk. Zhezhe also turned his face away with disdain. Zhezhe couldn't stand this cousin who was much older than him but lived a more miserable life than him.
The two cousins stopped talking and watched coldly as the Sky Dome Castle was engulfed by the fire. They watched as this huge monster that once weighed down Ling Mo collapsed to the ground, and watched as those who had witnessed Ling Mo's humiliating past were burned to ashes by the fire.
When the Ninth Prince saw the sparks, he was stunned for a moment. He did not expect Ling Mo to burn the sky directly. This was not what they had agreed on before.
The Ninth Prince didn't know that Zhezhe had arrived, and he just thought that something had changed. However, he was on the mountain, so it was inconvenient to pass on the news, so he could only suppress his worry in his heart.
Tianqiong Mountain is located high and a long distance away from Tianqiong Castle. In addition, Ling Mo and Zhezhe deliberately covered it up. Even if Tianqiong Castle was still burning, it did not produce any sparks that could attract the attention of the people on the mountain.
Seeing the happy look on Castle Ling's face, the Ninth Prince knew that Castle Ling had not received the news and did not know that Sky Dome Castle had been burned down.
The Ninth Prince shook his head and sighed, pursed his lips and said nothing. He noticed a gaze looking at him, turned around and saw Nanling Jinfan looking at him. When he saw him looking at him, he silently uttered the word "fire".
This is a threat, but unfortunately the Ninth Prince does not take Nanling Jinfan's threat seriously at all. Tomorrow is the highlight, and Nan Jinfan is more worried than anyone else that the martial arts conference will be interrupted.
The threat was ineffective. Nanling Jinfan felt uneasy in his heart, as if something was out of his control. He couldn't help but wonder: Could it be that the Ninth Uncle knew about my plan?
However, Nanling Jinfan soon put his mind at ease. Even if he knew, what would happen? The Ninth Prince was now trapped on Tianqiong Mountain, and even if he had the ability to fly to the sky, he couldn't fly out.
Nanling Jinfan felt relieved, but at this moment, an accident happened to the people competing on the stage. For some unknown reason, the winner was so ruthless that he jumped up and broke the opponent's sternum with his elbow without his opponent's resistance. The broken sternum pierced the chest cavity, and the man vomited blood and fainted.
During a competition, casualties are inevitable, but no one would resort to heavy force to kill the opponent after already winning.
This is intentional homicide.
"What's going on? Go check it out." The two leaders of the sects participating in the competition looked very unhappy. Those who could make it to the second day were all good seedlings, and they were unwilling to see them ruined like this.
"Hurry, doctor, go and have a look." Lingbao Lord hurriedly stood up to take charge of the situation. The doctor came forward and shook his head after taking the pulse: "The spleen is ruptured. The conditions in the mountains are simple. I'm afraid it's not going to be good."
"Doctor, you must save him. He is still young." The injured man's master stepped forward and looked at the murderer with red eyes, but the man raised his head arrogantly, not taking the other's anger seriously at all.
Competitions involve life and death. Everyone has agreed before going on stage that life and death are determined by fate.
"There is nothing I can do. Maybe there would be a way if we were at the foot of the mountain." The old doctor shook his head and sighed. Feng Qingchen wanted to get up when he saw this, but was held down by the Ninth Prince.
It is not advisable to show up at this time.
Feng Qingchen showed a worried look, with a hint of pleading in her eyes. Although she was not a saint who was compassionate to the world, as a doctor, how could she watch someone who could be saved die in such a tragic way?
The Ninth Prince still shook his head, unwilling to let Feng Qingchen get involved in such muddy water. Nanling Jinfan's power had already infiltrated this competition. In the next two days, more and more people would die or become disabled due to injuries, and Feng Qingchen would not be able to handle it.
"But..." Feng Qingchen was anxious. Her conscience as a doctor made her feel uneasy. She always remembered the declaration she made when she joined the job: I will protect human life as much as possible, from the moment of conception.
“No buts.” The Ninth Prince did not allow for rejection. He looked up and saw Nanling Jinfan’s sinister smile, which made him even more certain that this was a drama arranged by Nanling Jinfan, and there would definitely not be only one seriously injured person.
"Carry the man down." Seeing that there was no way to save the injured, Lord Ling had no choice but to have the injured man carried down.
With this move, the opponent is dead.
Feng Qingchen could not sit still and watch, so he pulled his hand out, stood up, and quickly said to the Ninth Uncle: "I'm sorry, I can't do it." Then he ran to the competition site and stopped them: "Wait."
Everyone looked at Feng Qingchen, and Lord Ling frowned and said, "Miss Feng, we are busy." In other words, he didn't have time to play with a girl like her.
"I'm here to help. I'm a doctor. I might be able to save her." Feng Qingchen had a serious face, which made everyone dare not underestimate him. Princess Xiling spoke at the right time: "If Miss Feng hadn't said it, I would have almost forgotten that Miss Feng is an extraordinary doctor. This hero should let Miss Feng see your disciple."
"Thank you for your guidance, Princess." The injured master's eyes lit up, and he quickly saluted to Princess Xiling, then turned around and said to Feng Qingchen, "Please trouble Miss Feng to take a look at my disciple."
Well, Princess Xiling took away Feng Qingchen's credit in one sentence, but Feng Qingchen didn't care. Saving people was the most important thing now, and...
Saving one more person may mean more fighting power, and there will also be one more obstacle when Nanling Jinfan takes action tomorrow!
A word to readers: This chapter was written a little slowly, and it was entangled with Ling Mo and Zhe Zhe...
Attached is the inaugural declaration of the Geneva Doctors.
When I was admitted to the medical profession:
I solemnly pledge myself to devote my all to the service of humanity.
I will give my teachers the respect and gratitude they deserve;
I will practice medicine with my conscience and dignity;
The patient's health should be my first concern:
I will respect the secrets entrusted to me;
I shall do all in my power to uphold the honor and noble traditions of the medical profession;
My colleagues should be considered my brothers and sisters;
I will not allow any considerations of religion, nationality, race, political opinion or status to come between my duty and that of my patients;
I will preserve human life as much as possible, from the moment of conception;
Even under threat, I will not use my medical knowledge to violate humanity.
I solemnly, voluntarily and on my own authority swear to the above agreement.