Chapter 109 Bloody Barrier
When the SUV stopped outside an abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city, Wei Wuxian pushed open the door violently. The pain in his chest suddenly intensified, almost making him unable to stand.
"What's wrong?" Lan Wangji immediately supported him.
“Boundary…” Wei WuXian clutched his chest, his voice trembling, “There’s a barrier here, carrying the aura of the Yin Tiger Talisman.”
Lan Wangji looked up at the factory and saw a layer of light black halo covering the entire area. The murderous aura surging in the halo was exactly the same as the aura of the Yin Tiger Talisman back then.
“It’s Su Lian.” Lan Wangji’s eyes instantly turned as cold as ice. “Not only did he inherit Su She’s hatred, he also learned the evil magic of the Yin Tiger Talisman.”
Jin Ling and Lan Jingyi also got out of the car and looked at the strange barrier with pale faces.
"What...what is this?" Lan Jingyi's voice trembled.
"A barrier that can block spiritual energy." Wei Wuxian took a deep breath, suppressing the severe pain in his chest. "Su Lian is trying to trap us to death."
He raised his hand, gathered his spiritual energy, and slapped it towards the barrier. The moment the spiritual energy hit the barrier, it was bounced back, causing his arm to go numb.
“No, this barrier is too strong.” Wei Wuxian frowned. “The aura of the Yin Tiger Talisman inside can devour spiritual energy.”
Lan Wangji drew the Bichen sword from behind him, the blade humming. "Let me try."
Cold spiritual energy infused the sword, and Bichen emitted a dazzling blue light, slashing fiercely at the barrier. With a "crack," a crack appeared in the barrier, but it quickly healed.
"It's useless." Lan Wangji retracted his sword. "He used a living person as the center of the formation. The barrier is connected to the center. If you don't destroy the center, you can't break the barrier."
“The core of the living formation…” Wei Wuxian’s pupils suddenly shrank. “Are they those puppets?”
"Yes." Lan Wangji nodded, "We must first destroy the outer puppets and weaken the power of the barrier."
As soon as he finished speaking, the factory gate suddenly opened, and a dozen puppets walked out with expressionless faces, stiff movements, and empty eyes. They were the "subordinates" trained by Su Lian.
"Wen Ning, take Jin Ling and Jing Yi back." Wei Wuxian pulled out his gun, his eyes fierce, "Lan Zhan, let's go!"
"good."
Two figures rushed out simultaneously. Randomly intertwined with Bichen, forming a golden and blue light net. Wherever they passed, puppets fell one after another. But these puppets seemed insensitive to pain. When one fell, another immediately took its place, and the flow continued.
Wei Wuxian beat him more and more fiercely, and the pain in his chest became more and more severe. He knew that Sizhui was suffering unimaginable pain inside.
"Quick battle, quick decision!" Wei Wuxian shouted, and his spiritual power suddenly burst out. He let out a dragon roar and instantly chopped the three puppets into pieces.
Lan Wangji also increased his speed, and the sword light of Bichen was as fast as a thread, quickly clearing out most of the puppets.
As the puppet fell, the light of the barrier became dimmer and dimmer, and more and more cracks appeared.
"Now!" Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji exchanged a glance, and simultaneously injected their spiritual energy into their swords, slashing fiercely at the weakest point of the barrier.
"Boom—"
The barrier shattered with a sound, and a strong smell of blood and medicine hit him in the face.
The two men immediately rushed into the factory. The door of the warehouse was ajar, and the suppressed cry of a young man was heard from inside.
"Si Zhui!" Wei Wuxian's heart suddenly stopped and he pushed the door open.
The scene before him made his eyes tear up——
Si Zhui was hanging from an iron frame, covered in blood, his shirt tattered and torn, his back bloodied and mangled, his pants stained with dark red blood. Su Lian, grinning grimly, walked towards him, holding a syringe filled with purple liquid. The liquid in the syringe glowed eerily under the light.
"Don't touch him!" Wei Wuxian roared, and casually threw out his hand and nailed it hard to the ground at Su Lian's feet.
Su Lian was startled. He turned around and saw the two people rushing in. Instead of being afraid, he laughed even more crazily: "You came just in time! I can let you see with your own eyes how your precious son begged me!"
He raised the syringe and was about to inject it into Si Zhui's arm - that was his latest drug, a mixture of hallucinogenic ingredients and new drugs. Once injected, no one could save him.
"No!" Si Zhui shouted weakly, but he didn't even have the strength to struggle. He could only watch the needle approach.
At the critical moment, Bichen flew in like lightning and knocked the syringe out of Su Lian's hand. Lan Wangji instantly rushed to Sizhui's side, cut the chains, and hugged him tightly in his arms.
"Si Zhui!" Lan Wangji's voice trembled. His fingertips touched the wound on the boy's back. The hot blood made him terrified.
Si Zhui slowly opened his eyes, and the moment he saw Lan Wangji, tears finally fell. His voice was as weak as a mosquito's hum: "Father..."
"I'm here." Lan Wangji hugged him tightly, not daring to use force for fear of hurting his wound.
Wei Wuxian walked towards Su Lian, the murderous intent in his eyes almost condensed into substance. He said nothing, simply raised his hand and waved it, casually returning it with a flash of sword light, and Su Lian's arm was instantly severed.
“Ah—!” Su Lian screamed, falling to the ground clutching his bleeding wound. “Wei Wuxian! How dare you hurt me!”
"Hurt you?" Wei WuXian sneered, stepping closer. "I'm going to kill you too!"
He thought of the wound on Si Zhui's back, the bowl of medicine that suppressed his spiritual power, and the cramping pain in his chest - all of this was caused by the man in front of him!
"It's no use killing me!" Su Lian was shaking with pain, but his eyes were still vicious. "Lan Sizhui has been poisoned by forty kinds of poisons! There are neurotoxins, spiritual power inhibitors, and... Hahahaha, even if you save him, he won't live long! This is what you owe my father!"
Wei Wuxian's movements suddenly stopped.
Forty kinds of poison...
He looked at Si Zhui who was held in Lan Wangji's arms. The boy's face was as pale as paper, his lips were purple, and his breathing was weak. It seemed that he had been poisoned.
"You're looking for death!" Wei Wuxian's eyes were bloodshot, and he raised his sword to stab.
“Wei Ying!” Lan Wangji called out to him, “Save Si Zhui first!”
Wei Wuxian finally came to his senses. Yes, now is not the time for revenge, saving Sizhui is more important!
He rushed to Sizhui's side and felt for his pulse with trembling hands. The pulse was so weak that it was almost undetectable. The poison had already spread to his heart.
"Lan Zhan, hurry! Take him to the hospital! No, to Yunshen Pavilion! Wen Ning has prepared medicine there!" Wei Wuxian's voice trembled.
Lan Wangji nodded immediately, turned around and left with Sizhui in his arms.
Wei Wuxian took one last look at Su Lian lying on the ground, his eyes as cold as ice: "I'll leave you with a breath, so you can watch Si Zhui live well, and let you repent in despair!"
He turned around and caught up with Lan Wangji, not daring to look at Sizhui's face again, for fear that he would be unable to walk if he cried.
Jin Ling and Lan Jingyi looked at Su Lian who was screaming on the ground, then looked at Si Zhui who was being carried away. Tears fell from their eyes, but they followed closely.
Outside the warehouse, the moonlight was pale, shining on the bloodstains and puppet remains on the ground, like a picture of hell.
Su Lian lay on the ground, watching their disappearing backs, laughing wildly, his laughter was shrill and eventually turned into sobs.
Did he win? It seemed like he did. Lan Sizhui was poisoned by forty kinds of poison and was doomed to die.
But when he looked at the empty warehouse, he felt a sense of emptiness in his heart. His father's revenge was achieved, but why was he not happy at all?
The sound of sirens came from afar, getting closer and closer. Su Lian knew that his end had come.
He closed his eyes, and the last thing he remembered was his father holding him in his arms as he taught him to write under the peach tree in the Cloud Recesses when he was little. Back then, his father wasn't a traitor that everyone hated, and back then, the Cloud Recesses still had a ray of sunshine that belonged to him.
If... If I could do it again...
Unfortunately, there is no if.
The sound of sirens drowned out his sobs and the abandoned factory filled with hatred.
Meanwhile, Lan Wangji was carrying Sizhui, speeding through the night. Wei Wuxian followed closely beside him, constantly calling out Sizhui's name.
"Si Zhui, hold on! Daddy's here!"
"Sizhui, don't sleep! We'll be home soon!"
The young man moved in Lan Wangji's arms, opened his eyes with difficulty, looked at them, and seemed to want to raise a smile at the corner of his mouth, but failed.
"Daddy...Father..." His voice was so weak that it sounded like a sigh. "I...am not afraid..."
Wei Wuxian's tears instantly fell.
Silly child, you are not afraid, but we are afraid...
You must hold on, you must live, because... we haven't taken you to the amusement park to see the Ferris wheel, haven't watched you grow up, and haven't... loved you enough.
The night was dark, and the off-road vehicle was speeding towards Yunshen Pavilion. The headlights cut through the darkness like a ray of hope that would never go out.
Sizhui, don’t be afraid, Daddy and father are taking you home.
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