PFC Chapter 244 The Mystery of the Valley
Chapter 244 The Mystery of the Valley
Chapter 244 The Mystery of the Valley
Before leaving the dark room, Xie Yan looked back one last time.
The young master of the Holy Sun Church still did not turn around, remaining with his back to everyone the entire time, standing in a dark room where even sunlight could not penetrate.
Xie Yan turned and followed Song Yunzheng, leaving without looking back.
After walking out of the secret passage, just as Song Yunzheng was about to follow along to see the leader of the Holy Sun Cult, she suddenly stopped.
He turned around with a half-smile, glanced behind Xie Yan, and then did something that Xie Yan didn't expect.
Song Yunzheng leaned closer, then suddenly reached out and flirtatiously hooked a strand of hair from Xie Yan's shoulder, twirling it as she said, "Mu Ling, you're very good, but not my type."
Xie Yan: "?"
So don't waste your time on me.
Xie Yan: "??"
At this moment, even someone as battle-hardened as him couldn't control the expression on his face for a split second.
Seeing this, Song Yunzheng's lips curled slightly. Under Xie Yan's bewildered gaze, she released her hand, turned around, and strode away.
A moment later, the Four Eccentrics of Youzhou, who had witnessed the whole thing, followed from behind. But unexpectedly, they all walked past Xie Yan with an air of nonchalance.
Zhou Chen, who was walking in front, considered for a moment and said, "Please accept my condolences."
Then, Pan Xiaoxiao, the only real woman among the Five Eccentrics, patted Xie Yan on the shoulder and said expressionlessly, "Congratulations, including this time, you have successfully been dumped by men eight hundred times."
The old man made no comment, but instead exhaled a breathy sound from his nose that was considered indecent.
Zhu Feng, who was at the very back, had an expression that said, "I knew this would happen."
He looked at Xie Yan, who looked completely dejected, and said earnestly, "I told you a long time ago to stop thinking about that kid Song Yunzheng. Every time you see him, you follow him around like a lovesick fool, calling him 'Song Lang, Song Lang, Song Lang' all the time..."
He shuddered as he said it, “In the end, they still didn’t even like you.”
Xie Yan's face was numb.
It turns out that my secret was revealed here.
"To be honest, your taste is really bad."
Zhu Feng smacked his lips and continued, "That kid is only good-looking, but he's actually a ruthless hypocrite. Be careful, he might skin you alive one day."
Xie Yan gave a forced smile, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth, and said with a hint of gritted teeth, "Isn't that exactly what I wanted?"
Zhu Feng, who could only sense the depth of their tragic love, said speechlessly, "...Eat something good."
Xie Yan said expressionlessly, "Hehe, I'm happy to."
Before they could discuss the matter further, the impatient Long Weng interrupted them, "What are you two still talking about? Hurry up and leave, we need to go help search for those people!"
A few days later——
"Boom!!!"
A deafening roar suddenly exploded, echoing throughout the valley and causing a buzzing in everyone's ears.
The pungent smell of gunpowder filled the air, and the rocks were shattered into pieces by the impact of the explosion.
Gravel flew everywhere, dust billowed, and blinding smoke rose rapidly.
As the smoke cleared, a devastated valley, littered with rubble, slowly emerged.
A man in black stood on a high point, glanced at the scene in the valley, nodded in satisfaction, and said, "Alright, we can stop now. There's no need to blow up this place anymore."
He waved his hand, "Once we move these last few stones away, we can start digging."
At the command of the man in black, his companions received the message and quickly sprang into action.
However, instead of moving the rubble, they all swung their whips!
Along with the sound of whips whistling through the air, several heart-wrenching screams rang out.
But the group of men in black wielding long whips showed no reaction, only shouting fiercely without changing their expressions, "Why aren't you moving yet?!"
Several more lashes of the whip fell in quick succession.
This time, it wasn't just screams; accompanied by the cracking of whips, several ragged people were whipped and fell to the ground amidst screams.
Looking around, the valley was filled with countless men in black, but all the rest were young men wearing shackles.
Some of them were dressed in burlap, others in prison uniforms. Although their attire differed, they were all covered in scars and their faces were equally numb.
Faced with the command of the men in black, the group dared not slack off in the slightest. They all forced themselves to move according to the men in black's orders, and began to move the stones in the valley.
Anyone who was even half a beat slow in their movements would be met with a merciless whipping.
This "work" finally came to an end when the moon was high in the sky.
The valley, which had been bustling all day, finally fell silent again.
The "prisoners" were already exhausted and collapsed on the ground, their breathing becoming extremely weak, as if they would collapse and faint at any moment.
So even during this rare break, everyone just lay quietly on the ground, too exhausted to even move their lips.
Except in a certain remote mountain cave—
A man dressed in prison clothes, his face weathered and worn, quietly opened his eyes in the darkness.
But he did not act rashly. He first cautiously surveyed his surroundings using the faint moonlight filtering in from the cave entrance.
Only after confirming that no one was around did he get up, deftly unfasten his shackles, and take out a candlestick and a medicine bottle from the corner.
The dim candlelight immediately dispelled the darkness in the cave, revealing the figure of another man resting with his eyes closed against the stone wall.
The man was tall and upright. Although his clothes were tattered and his face was extremely ordinary, he exuded an inviolable sense of oppression simply by sitting there.
"Your Highness, your wounds need medicine," Xuanfeng said as he approached, holding a candlestick.
He had barely finished speaking, and before Chu Ling could even open his mouth, a series of sobs came from the side—
"Waaaaah, I deserve to die! It's all because of me! If it weren't for saving me, Your Highness wouldn't have been injured! Waaaaah..."
The intermittent crying was incredibly mournful, and Xuanfeng immediately felt a vein bulge on his forehead from the noise. "Keep your voice down!"
As he spoke, he threw a pebble at Meng Lan, who was curled up on her side facing the two of them.
Meng Lan trembled from the blow, not daring to be angry or speak out, and could only reach out and cover her mouth in grievance.
At this moment, Chu Ling also opened his eyes and slowly took off his upper body clothes.
The candlelight flickered on and off with his movements, and the blood-stained gauze was thrown on the ground, revealing a gruesome arrow wound on Chu Ling's shoulder.
He was injured while protecting Meng Lan during the siege a few days ago.