After Huo Miaodan's expression changed drastically, the entire square erupted in an uproar.
The whispers from the stands were so loud that even Yun Wei and his companions, standing at one end of the plaza, could hear them.
Yun Wei also lowered his voice and asked Xie Mulang, "Who is Miaoyuan, the Miao Dan mentioned? His brother?"
Xie Mulang pursed his lips, as if lost in memories.
While keeping an eye on the commotion on the stage, he said haltingly, "It seems there was such a person, who was the elder brother of the Huo family head. In my memory... that Uncle Miaoyuan was a kind person, but he passed away rather early."
Upon hearing this, Yun Wei let out a soft snort, but exchanged a glance with Isaac.
No matter how you look at it, the story is full of intrigue and smacks of conspiracy.
Before Xie Mulang could finish his story, what he said next was even more explosive.
The other party said, "Huo Miaodan's first wife, who is also Huo Mingchan's biological mother, is actually a member of our Xie family. In terms of seniority, she is my niece. She was originally engaged to Uncle Miaoyuan."
"At that time, the Huo family and the Xie family had a good relationship. After Uncle Miaoyuan passed away, my niece still married into the Huo family. The man she married was Huo Miaodan, who succeeded her brother in inheriting the Huo family. Unfortunately, things are unpredictable. Not long after she gave birth to Mingchan, she suddenly fell ill and passed away."
“My niece’s death was mysterious, and it has always been a thorn in my third uncle’s side ever since. It seems that it was because of this incident that the Xie family and the Huo family developed a rift.”
Yun Wei frowned and listened for a long time before finally asking, "How much older is your niece than you?"
Just hearing Xie Mulang's distinctive and intricate terms of address made him dizzy, and even though the secret was full of doubts, he couldn't really listen to it.
Hearing Yun Wei's question, Xie Mulang was a little stunned, but finally answered honestly, "I was just six years old when she left. I had just returned to the Xie family not long ago, so I still have a deep impression of her... but I really don't know exactly how many years older she was."
Yun Wei noticed that Xie Mulang had just mentioned "just returned to the Xie family," which suggests there must have been some twists and turns in the story.
He was about to ask a question when he was distracted by the noise coming from the stage.
It turned out that shortly after Huo Miaodan suddenly had an attack, the black-robed man known as "Miaoyuan," who had been standing silently below the stage, actually started to move in full view of everyone.
Miaoyuan slowly raised his head.
His face was expressionless, and two lines of bloody tears flowed down his lifeless eyes like the wax of a red candle.
It was as if time had frozen.
Dark red tears of blood flowed silently down the face that bore a seven-tenths resemblance to Huo Miaodan. Though the scene was in motion, it seemed as if it had frozen in time.
In the dim, flickering firelight all around, the scene was exceptionally terrifying.
Almost everyone was so shocked that they held their breath, except for Huo Miaodan on the stage, who was panting heavily.
However, Yunwei had been tested by the end of the world, and their courage had been honed.
No matter how horrifying the resurrected corpses are, they are still far better than those grotesque, blood-soaked zombies.
Moreover, every wrong has its perpetrator, and he has done nothing wrong, so he has nothing to fear.
So he took a half step back without making a sound, hiding in Isaac's reliable figure, while dispersing his mental energy into smaller, finer parts, spreading them out like a net, quietly enveloping the entire square.
With his spiritual insight, he clearly saw that the connecting threads on the "Mysterious Source" had become much thicker, and were now completely blood red, undulating and pulsating as if they were alive.
And a continuous stream of black energy was emanating outwards along the crimson threads.
At that moment, Yun Wei also captured the conversation between the four black-robed figures on the stage through his woven mental field.
The black-robed leader was screaming and roaring at the apostle standing at the edge: "Herisfa, what are you doing? Get rid of that 'vengeful corpse' right now!"
The apostle named Herisfa immediately responded with a shriek: "Damn it! I don't know what's wrong with it, it's constantly draining my power—Herisfa, hurry, help me!"
And it seems that the apostle who is causing trouble in the Red Moon Kingdom is named Fahris.
Yun Wei couldn't help but wonder if there was another apostle named Sfaheli.
Despite thinking this, he dared not be distracted at all, but concealed his presence and silently observed Risherfa's next move.
But then he heard the leading apostle shouting vicious curses. Even though the overwhelming negative emotions weren't directed at him, they weighed heavily on his heart, like a boulder.
As Rishfa cursed, another sharp silver thread extended from his torso, quickly wrapping around the crimson connection and slicing it apart rapidly.
The sound was so piercing that it directly affected Yun Wei's mind. Even with his immense mental power, he still found it hard to bear.
To Rishfa's surprise, although his silver threads had cut marks on the bright red connection, they were also quickly stained red themselves.
And that blood-red color was quickly spreading along the silver threads towards his torso.
"Damn it!" Risherfa cursed, quickly severing the root of the silver thread on his torso.
The light, weightless silver threads fell helplessly, turning completely blood red in mid-air, before finally igniting and dissipating into black smoke.
"Sfahri! Srihfa! What are you two standing there for? Hurry up and help Herisfa!" Herisfa angrily yelled at the other two apostles who were standing by.
Upon hearing this, the two apostles immediately began to move obediently, imitating the actions of Herisfa earlier. They drew a silver thread from their torsos and, amidst Herisfa's painful cries, quickly began to cut along the previous marks.
The piercing screams rose and fell, and the entire spiritual world was like a tsunami crashing down, filled with ghostly wails and howls, as if it were the end of the world.
Under the impact, Yun Wei felt a metallic taste rise in his throat.
But he didn't even flinch; he simply swallowed the gushing blood.
In the real world, Huo Miaodan suddenly drew her sword and slashed at the silently weeping zombie.
That move, "Slicing Wood to Startle the Gods," was ruthless and extremely fast, as if it were about to cleave the resurrected elder brother in two.
But when that sword, capable of cutting through gold and jade, made contact with Miaoyuan's scalp, it only produced a heavy clang, like a morning bell or evening drum, deafening and awe-inspiring.
With such force, the sword shattered completely.
Fragments flew outwards, tearing the eyelids of the Huo family patriarch and making him look like a vengeful ghost, ferocious and terrifying.
In comparison, Miaoyuan's scalp only had a faint, bright white mark.
However, Huo Miaodan's tiger's mouth was jolted open and blood gushed out, making him almost unable to hold the sword steady.
The hysterical head of the Huo family immediately threw down his sword and shouted uncontrollably, "How could you be here! You were clearly dead!"
His voice was shrill and piercing, more like a demon that had escaped from the deepest hell than his expressionless brother.
Upon seeing this, the young men from the four families present were all trembling with fear and at a loss for what to do.
At that moment, both sides were in complete chaos.
Yun Wei lowered his eyes and furrowed his brows, taking advantage of the fact that the four apostles were not paying attention, and lightly brushed the still-dissipating black smoke towards the connecting threads of the other seven 'vengeful corpses'.
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