Chapter 921: Rage (1)
At this mont, in the Mo Family’s chanism City.
Xi Jiang followed Mo Chuxing through the eastern gate. Seeing him continue further in, Xi Jiang’s expression changed drastically. “Little young master, don’t go! It’s dangerous! We can make another kite!”
Since Mo Chuxing developed aphasia, he had shut himself off from the outside world. Like many autistic child prodigies, he was only interested in a few things, ignoring everything else.
Mo Chuyi had exploited this, throwing Mo Chuxing’s favorite kite into the Mo family’s chanism City.
Mo Chuxing had no idea how dangerous the chanism City was. To him, he was simply retrieving his kite.
“Bang!”
Suddenly, a heavy gate fell. Xi Jiang quickly grabbed Mo Chuxing and rolled on the ground, narrowly avoiding being crushed.
But this was just the beginning.
“Whoosh, whoosh!”
Arrows fired, and the ground began to shift.
The city was called the chanism City because every inch of land and every wall within it was a chanism.
Xi Jiang had been by Yu Xiheng’s side for many years, and his martial arts training wasn’t limited to the Mo family techniques. He had great talent and had progressed quickly under Si Fuqing’s guidance.
However, in the vast and ancient Mo family’s chanism City, a person was powerless.
“Buzz, buzz—”
Countless hidden weapons flew towards them as chanisms activated.
Xi Jiang dodged the arrows coming from the front but missed a cold blade flying from the side.
The blade aid straight for his head!
It was over.
Despair filled Xi Jiang’s heart. Despite this, he still protected Mo Chuxing in his arms.
“Clang!”
A crisp sound rang in his ears, as if sothing had been jolted away.
The trajectory of the blade was forcibly altered.
Xi Jiang didn’t have ti to be stunned. He quickly took Mo Chuxing to a relatively safe corner.
The chanisms didn’t activate constantly; there were brief intervals of inactivity.
This allowed him to catch his breath.
But what just happened?
Xi Jiang was horrified and shocked.
He stared blankly at the shattered talisman paper on the ground, his mind blank for a mont.
Si Fuqing had given him three such talisman papers, saying they could save his life in critical monts.
Xi Jiang hadn’t taken it too seriously but had still obediently tucked them into his pocket, carrying them with him every day.
Now he was certain that without this talisman paper, he would have been pierced by the blades.
Without hesitation, Xi Jiang placed the remaining two talisman papers on Mo Chuxing, whispering, “Little young master, these can save your life. Stay here and don’t move. I’ll check the rest of the chanisms. Soone will co to rescue us.”
Mo Chuxing opened his eyes slightly and started gesturing.
“Sigh, little young master, stop gesturing. I can’t understand.” Xi Jiang sighed helplessly. “Tell you what, if we make it out alive today, I’ll learn sign language to communicate with you, how about that?”
Mo Chuxing shook his head and made a few more gestures.
This ti, Xi Jiang understood.
Mo Chuxing had been gesturing the sa thing for days.
He wanted to see Si Fuqing if they got out.
Xi Jiang thought, Seriously? At a ti like this? Well, kids will be kids.
He conceded, “Alright, little young master, if we get out, you’ll definitely see her.”
Twenty minutes later, Xi Jiang had figured out so patterns and finally encountered a second interval of inactivity.
He leaned against the wall to rest, his body covered in wounds.
He checked his phone; there was no signal, and he couldn’t make any calls.
“Xi Jiang, are you inside? You didn’t go deeper, did you?” A faint voice ca from outside. “It seems you haven’t triggered more chanisms. Just give the blueprint of the Unseen Needles of Grace, and I’ll get you out.”
Xi Jiang’s eyes turned cold, recognizing the voice. “Mo Chuyi! It’s you!”
He had thought the kite was carried into the chanism City by the wind, not realizing Mo Chuyi had a hand in it.
Mo Chuxing was Mo Chuyi’s own cousin!
“You should know, no one can save you now,” Mo Chuyi said calmly. “In the entire Mo family, only Mo Yanwen and I know the way through.”
She had always resented Mo Yanwen becoming the head of the family.
But she had to admit that Mo Yanwen was a genius, able to create the second and third-ranked hidden weapons even with incomplete blueprints.
For years, she had been plotting to take his place, pretending to respect him while secretly seeking ways to overthrow him.
Now that an opportunity had presented itself, she couldn’t grasp it.
Xi Jiang sneered, “You’re despicable! You killed a direct descendant of the Mo family. Just wait for the Elder Council to punish you!”
“What does this have to do with ?” Mo Chuyi laughed. “He wanted to fetch the kite, he entered the chanism City himself, and you followed him, triggering other chanisms.”
“I ca to help out of kindness, but you refused my help. If you want to die, there’s nothing I can do.”
Xi Jiang shouted angrily, “You’re despicable!”
“By the way, don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Mo Chuyi glanced at the sky. “After midnight, the difficulty of the chanism City will increase tenfold. I won’t be able to save you then. I’ll give you a few minutes to think it over.”
“No need to think.” Xi Jiang spat. “The Mo family doesn’t need trash like you!”
Mo Chuyi laughed coldly, “Such a hard bone to chew. Fine, stay in there. Let’s see how long you can last.”
Even if Xi Jiang and Mo Chuxing died, it would be their fault for entering the chanism City.
With no witnesses, no one could touch her.
**
At five in the afternoon., Mo City International Airport.
Si Fuqing jumped off the plane, pulling a suitcase with one hand and pushing a wheelchair with the other.
Shen Ying, who had been waiting outside, rushed forward anxiously, “Brother Nine, Xi Jiang is missing.”
Yu Xiheng remained calm, but his aura darkened. “What happened?”
“I couldn’t reach him by phone, and he wasn’t at ho. I later found out he had entered the chanism City by mistake,” Chen Ying said quickly. “The family head is in seclusion at a critical mont, and we can’t get in!”
“I understand.” Yu Xiheng closed his eyes briefly. When he opened them, a cold, murderous intent was visible. “I’m heading back.”
He stood up from the wheelchair and got into the car.
Si Fuqing tossed the suitcase to Chen Ying and took the driver’s seat.
She was an expert at racing.
Today, she would enjoy a thrilling ride.
**
The sun had set. At the eastern gate of the chanism City, many guards had gathered, alarming the second elder.
The second elder was pacing in worry.
He didn’t know the way either. Entering blindly wouldn’t save anyone and might trigger more chanisms, causing irreversible consequences.
They sent soone to find Mo Chuyi, but she wasn’t in the city and wouldn’t return for another hour. What should they do?
Both Xi Jiang and Mo Chuxing were important figures.
As the second elder worried, he suddenly saw two figures dart past and head towards the eastern gate.
He cried out, “Wait, you can’t go in! If you go in—”
His words were cut off.
The two figures had already disappeared, and he couldn’t even see their faces.
The second elder stamped his foot in frustration, “This is bad!”
He turned to ask, “When will the family head co out of seclusion? When will Chuyi return?”
The head guard quickly responded, “Miss Chuyi is on her way back. She’ll be here in an hour at the earliest.”
The second elder took a deep breath, “This is a matter of life and death. Hurry her up!”
Sothing about today didn’t feel right.
Si Fuqing and Yu Xiheng had already entered the chanism City.
The air was thick with the sll of blood.
Si Fuqing’s expression turned cold.
She exhaled slowly and followed the scent of blood to find the source.
At that mont, a new round of hidden weapons and chanisms activated.
“Swish, swish!”
“Boom, boom, boom!”
They moved swiftly, dodging everything, and Si Fuqing finally saw a figure.
“Brother Nine, I see them.” She nimbly avoided the weapons, heading for the right path.
Yu Xiheng suddenly grabbed her hand, pulling her into his arms. “This way. That way is a dead end.”
To speed up, he picked her up, carrying her effortlessly to a western corner.
What lay before them was not a person, but a mass of blood.
Xi Jiang was covered in wounds, a bloody ss.
Si Fuqing’s hand paused before she slowly lowered it, then clenched it tightly, veins popping.
She calmly took out so pills and fed them to Xi Jiang, but her fingers trembled uncontrollably.
She looked down and saw the fragnts of the talisman paper, sighing in relief.
Thank god.
Making those talisman papers was difficult, draining her significantly each ti. But to save those close to her, she wouldn’t hesitate.
“Brother Nine, he…” Xi Jiang regained consciousness and barely opened his eyes. “Save the little young master first. I can hold on. I’m fine, really…”
His voice grew weaker until he drifted back into unconsciousness.
Yu Xiheng’s eyes were terrifyingly deep. He picked up Mo Chuxing, stopping the bleeding on Xi Jiang’s body with a few precise touches, then carried him on his back.
His voice was cold and steady, “Let’s get out first.”
It had been a long ti since he had taught anyone the aning of the word “death.”
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