PFC Chapter 221 Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer!
Chapter 221 Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer!
"Let...let me go! You can't kill me!"
Qi Xinghai's eyes rolled back as he was choked, the shadow of death completely enveloping him.
He struggled desperately, screaming with a fierce but weak voice, "If I die, my father... will never let you go! He will definitely tear your soul apart and refine it, so that you will never be reincarnated!"
"Ah!"
Li Wudao's lips curled into a mocking smile, his eyes looking at a hopeless fool, "Even on the verge of death, you're still dreaming such pipe dreams?"
He flipped his free left hand, and a storage ring, completely black and surrounded by faint magical runes, appeared on his fingertip.
"Open your dog eyes wide and look carefully. Do you recognize this ring?"
The moment the ring appeared, Qi Xinghai's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinpoints, his face filled with extreme shock and disbelief!
"This...this is my father's storage ring!"
"How...how did it end up in your hands?!"
He stammered, his voice trembling with extreme fear, "Could it be... No! This is impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
That underground palace was fortified with the Heavenly Demon Bloodlust Array.
With the support of the great formation, his father's strength was comparable to that of an ordinary Martial Venerable Realm expert. How could he be no match for a young man who had just entered the Martial King Realm?
Moreover, even if something went wrong, surely they could still escape, right?
"No, that's not how it is! You're lying to me!"
Qi Xinghai shook his head frantically, but his eyes clearly wavered.
He was all too familiar with the appearance of this ring and the lingering scent it carried; it was something his father, Cheng Yuanliang, never parted with.
At this moment, the cruelest evidence shattered all his hopes.
His face flashed with confusion, struggle, and pain; his mind was in turmoil, and he felt that everything was out of his control and had become incomprehensible.
He racked his brains but still couldn't understand it. The plan was perfect, the underground palace was a sure-kill trap, how could his father, with his overwhelming strength, possibly lose?!
Watching Qi Xinghai's grotesque behavior—sometimes screaming madly, sometimes muttering in a daze—Li Wudao's face revealed a cold, smug satisfaction, as if he had finally gotten his revenge.
"The rest is up to you. Don't let him die too easily. I want him to taste what it's like to wish for death but not be able to live!"
He glanced at the green-haired turtle, then with a flick of his arm, slammed Qi Xinghai heavily to the ground as if discarding trash.
"Hehe... You've come to the right person. When it comes to tormenting people, I am an absolute professional."
The green-haired turtle excitedly licked its blood-stained lips, a bloodthirsty glint in its eyes.
Having said that, it took unhurried steps and approached Qi Xinghai, who was slumped on the ground.
As the green-haired turtle drew ever closer, radiating a ferocious aura, Qi Xinghai felt as if he were witnessing the most terrifying sight in the world.
His face was ashen, tears streaming down his face. He braced himself on the ground with his hands and frantically moved backward, letting out a desperate wail:
"No...don't come any closer! Don't come any closer—!!"
However, his struggles and pleas were to no avail.
The green-haired turtle pounced suddenly, and a far more shrill and prolonged pig-like scream echoed through the courtyard.
The sound was filled with endless pain and torment, and it was terrifying.
The torment lasted for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.
When the green-haired turtle retreated, still not satisfied, Qi Xinghai was already covered in blood, with countless broken bones and weak breath, clinging to life with only his last breath.
On his deathbed, his unfocused gaze was fixed on Li Wudao, and with his last strength, he uttered a hoarse curse filled with resentment:
"I...I'll haunt you even as a ghost...Just wait...Young Master...Young Master will definitely avenge...my father and me..."
At this point, his head lolled to the side, and he died.
Li Wudao stared indifferently at his corpse and sneered, "Don't worry, it's not just you, it includes that cowardly, cowardly demon clan young master you mentioned..."
"Sooner or later, I will drag him out of the gutter and personally send him to hell, so that you remnants can reunite down there!"
The moonlight remained bright and clear, its gentle glow falling.
The mansion, which had just experienced a bloody massacre, was bathed in a serene light.
The previous shouts and screams had all disappeared, leaving only the rustling of insects in the grass, which made the silence even more profound.
Li Wudao's gaze swept over the corpses scattered on the ground. Just as he was about to turn around and go back into the house, his expression suddenly froze.
wrong!
His gaze swept carefully over each corpse, over the slumped figures, and his brows gradually furrowed.
Where is the eldest prince... Li Zheng?
In the chaos just now, he didn't even notice that one of the culprits had disappeared without a trace!
He looked at the green-haired turtle lying next to a corpse, its rear end sticking out as if it were searching for something, and asked in a deep voice, "Hei Zi, where is Li Zhengren?"
The green-haired turtle raised its head, a storage bag dangling from its mouth, and asked blankly, "Who? Li Zheng?"
"Oh, you mean that kid in the dragon robe... I don't know him..."
"Wasn't he just yelling here? Could it be... that none of them are among the corpses on the ground?"
"......"
Li Wudao was speechless for a moment.
Who was it that just said they wouldn't let a single person escape?
Seeing the boy staring at him, the green-haired turtle felt a little uneasy and said in a muffled voice, "What's wrong? Is there something else you need?"
Li Wudao hesitated for a moment, then sighed softly, "It's alright, you can continue."
"Something's wrong with this~"
The green-haired turtle muttered to itself, then turned its head and continued to happily search around the various corpses.
Li Wudao withdrew his gaze, his tall figure standing still in the cold moonlight, muttering to himself:
"He ran pretty fast."
Not long ago, the arrogant eldest prince, dressed in a robe that had usurped the emperor's authority, had harshly accused him of being a "coward who fears death" and a "good-for-nothing who deserted in the face of battle"...
Thinking about it now, it's hard not to laugh.
He shook his head slightly.
Li Zheng is nothing more than a clown nurtured by worldly desires for power; he is not worth worrying about.
As long as this eldest prince remains within this territory, he can take his life at any time if he so desires.
Compared to this insignificant bedbug, the safety of the two people inside the house is obviously more important right now.
Thinking of this, the murderous intent churning in Li Wudao's heart gradually subsided, like the surging waves returning to their depths.
He didn't linger. He turned around gracefully and walked steadily toward the room, which was lit with dim yellow lights and seemed completely out of place in the bloody battlefield outside.
On the bed, Li Nanzhi and Shen Ming were still deeply asleep.
Thanks to the effects of the elixir and the pure energy that Li Wudao had previously transferred into them, the two people's originally deathly pale faces regained some color, and their breathing became even and long.
The terrifying battle and screams outside did not seem to disturb their utterly exhausted souls.
Li Wudao approached, extended two fingers, and lightly touched the center of their eyebrows respectively.
A gentle wisp of pure yang spiritual energy was channeled in again, smoothing out their damaged meridians and dantian, ensuring their foundation was secure and their injuries could heal more quickly.
Only after he had done all this did he sit down at the table.
The water in the teapot had long since gone cold, but he didn't care. He poured himself a cup of cold tea, brought it to his lips, and took a small sip.
The cool, slightly astringent tea went down his throat, just in time to extinguish the last trace of dryness in the boy's chest.
Li Wudao quietly watched the two sleeping peacefully on the bed.
Cousin Li Nanzhi curled up like a young animal finding shelter. Although Shen Ming was seriously injured, his brows relaxed considerably, and he no longer showed the painful struggle he had before losing consciousness.
Watching them escape danger, an indescribable sense of relief quietly emerged.
Without realizing it, a faint, yet genuine, gentle smile appeared on his lips.
At that moment, the bright moonlight shone through the window lattice, casting a clear glow throughout the room, like mercury spilling onto the ground, quietly illuminating the handsome profile of the young man.
The gentle moonlight complements the boy's calm demeanor, creating a sense of tranquility and peace.
This formed a stark and extreme contrast with the horrific scene of corpses and blood outside.
Outside, the faint rustling of green-haired turtles could still be heard.
It was clearly still happily "cleaning up the battlefield," rummaging through the corpses for its spoils, and occasionally you could hear it muttering in a low voice, seemingly quite satisfied with some of its finds.
The night quietly descended.
The once grand prince's residence was now completely dark and desolate, as its owner had fled and all his guards had perished.
Only in this small courtyard was a faint candlelight still burning, which appeared exceptionally clear.
At the edge of the table.
After a short rest, feeling his mind recover, Li Wudao suddenly remembered something.
He flipped his hand, and the dark, antique ring he had obtained from Cheng Yuanliang appeared in his palm.
The ring has an antique design, with faint magical patterns all over it. It feels cold to the touch and exudes a sinister aura.
The situation in the underground palace was urgent at the time, and he could only conduct a cursory exploration before his divine sense was blocked by several layers of solid restrictions, preventing him from uncovering its mysteries.
Now that everything is temporarily settled, I finally have time to study it properly.