“Of course not. But since you dared to step here, you should have thought you might die. It’s impossible to take Yi Mo away,” she smiles triumphantly, snaps her fingers, and a group of Demon Cult members appears before us…
My chin meets the ground – oh my god! There are at least a hundred people here! How can we fight?! Bao Xi kicks hard, “Damn!”
These cunning bastards held back their strength last time!
Shang draws his sword without hesitation, and I follow suit, protecting Shu Yang and Bao Xi behind us. Only Shang and I knew martial arts, which meant that the two of us had to face a hundred people.
“Hehe, you really think you can take Yi Mo’s body back?” Xiao Wan Yue mocks us. I’m furious – she’s looking down on us! “Is it really a corpse?! Don’t think we know nothing!!!”
“Ahhh-” Shang and I charge out dramatically. Unfortunately, I slip on a banana peel and fall hard, eating dirt. The scene freezes momentarily, then erupts in laughter.
“Hehehe~ Baby, your fall was so cute. How’s it feel to slip on a banana peel?” Xiao Chen Yue laughs. I use Shang’s hand to struggle up. “Xiao Chen Yue! You bastard! This is blatant revenge!!!
I was instantly enraged. That dead Xiao Chen Yue not only made me lose face in public, letting these ‘black ducks’ laugh, but he also mocked me for being useless! If I don’t kill them, I won’t be surnamed Ling! “Let me see you laugh! Laugh!!” I swiftly wielded my sword, striking down one after another.
The more I fought, the more addicted I became, and my anger grew.
I dug up old grievances from the past when Xiao Chen Yue had teased and poisoned me, resulting in more falling with each sword strike.
After killing a large portion of the black ducks, the remaining group was wiped out by a silver-white figure passing by. It was Seven Nights! “Reinforcements! My little Seven!” I was so excited I almost rushed to hug him.
Seven Nights smiled, “Han’er, go into the secret room. I’ll handle these two.” I nodded and gestured cheerfully before taking three others into the secret room.
The secret room turned out to be complex. Among us, one was directionally challenged, and none of us had been here before. We wandered back and forth without finding the room where Yu was imprisoned. “Hmm… turn left!” I commanded.
Bao Xi wiped away sweat and asked, “Little Han, are you sure you know the way?”
“No.” I said decisively. After a moment of silence, Bao Xi burst out with killing intent: “If you don’t know the way, why are you leading us? We’ve already walked this turn three times!! (╰_╯)”
I twisted my fingers, embarrassed: “I’m directionally challenged… you can’t blame me…” Everyone collapsed. Just then, the wall next to us collapsed. Fortunately, we reacted quickly, or we would have been in serious trouble.
As the smoke cleared, a graceful silver-haired man walked towards us with elegant steps. I widened my eyes: “Little Seven?!” “Han’er, have you forgotten you’re directionally challenged? Next time you encounter a maze, just destroy the wall,” Seven Nights flicked my forehead and said.
Using Seven Nights’ method for maze navigation, we reached a solid stone door. No matter how we pushed, pulled, or tugged, it wouldn’t budge. “This definitely requires a password!” I said thoughtfully.
“What’s the password?” Bao Xi asked. “Little child, don’t ask so much!” I rolled up my sleeves, lifted my skirt, and started beating the door, ending up with bloody and abraded hands, yet the door remained unmoved.
I got angry, threw a shoe at it, and cursed: “Damn your ancestors! Will you open the door or not?! If you don’t open, I’ll blast you!” Right after I said that, the door opened.
I sweated, “-_-||| Turns out this is an Arabic specialty…” This reminded me of a classic plot – “Open Sesame!” Someone shouted, and the door opened, but instead of gold or jewels, we found two Yus with the same anxious and excited expressions.
Oh my god! What is happening!!
[Volume Three Demon Cult: Chapter 82 Ning and An.]
In that moment when I was about to go crazy, Shang whispered in my ear: “One of them is Ning Yu An, a prince who was exiled before Ning Yu Mo’s ascension to the throne, and he is Ning Yu Mo’s twin older brother with excellent martial arts skills. Also, Han, look at their right hands.”
Confused, I wondered why I should look at their right hands. Seeing my bewildered expression, Shang smiled and squeezed my hand before walking to the side.
I suddenly realized that when Shang held my hand, it was with his right hand. His fingers and knuckles had calluses from years of reviewing imperial documents, indicating someone who frequently writes – Yu Mo!
I grabbed their hands to look. The gentleman on the left indeed had calluses on his palm, but his fingers weren’t rough – the result of years of sword practice. Looking at the gentleman on the right’s right hand, I saw almost identical calluses to Shang’s, clearly indicating someone who writes a lot. This must be Yu Mo! Tears welled up in my eyes as I threw myself into Yu Mo’s arms, hugging him tightly. “Ning Yu Mo, you big bad guy!”
Making me cry so many tears for nothing! Wuwu~~”
Yu Mo gently stroked my back, consoling and apologetic. “I’m sorry… Han’er, I will never leave without saying goodbye again, okay?” I nodded. Suddenly, a voice rang out: “Ning Yu An! You’re worthless except for your appearance! Waste!”
We turned to the door where Xiao Wan Yue stood, her hair loose, covered in knife wounds and bleeding, her face no longer bearing her signature smile but instead wearing a deadly expression.
“You…” Xiao Wan Yue was so angry she stammered. Ning Yu An and An walked forward, patting her back. “Wan’er, calm down.”
“Don’t you manage me!” Xiao Wan Yue jumped back, maintaining distance from Ning Yu An. He looked hurt, his head drooping as a gloomy dark cloud seemed to hang over him.
Yu Mo approached reluctantly, reaching out to Ning Yu An, but Ning Yu An glared at him, leaving Yu Mo’s hand suspended in mid-air.
Ning Yu An gripped Yu Mo’s collar fiercely. “Are you satisfied now?! You’ve always been better than me! No matter how hard I try, Wan’er has never liked me. But you? Wan’er likes you so much, yet you don’t care! You must be wanting to laugh at me now!”
“No…”
“Yu Mo choked out with a grieved voice, which only made Ning Yu An more furious, his eyes seemingly about to shoot out flames. I stepped forward, separating Ning Yu An’s hand from Yu Mo’s collar and pushed Ning Yu An, ‘Don’t vent your anger on Yu Mo! Can’t you reflect on yourself first?!’
Ning Yu An looked at me in disbelief, perhaps I was the first person besides Xiao Wan Yue who dared to speak to him this way. I squeezed Yu Mo’s hand encouragingly, hoping to calm his unsettled emotions. ‘Everything will be fine, trust me,’ I said with a sweet smile.
I continued holding Yu Mo’s hand, looking at Ning Yu An and then Xiao Wan Yue, and said seriously: ‘Wan Yue, why pursue someone who doesn’t love you? This only causes you pain, and the one being pursued is also unhappy. Why not try loving the one who has always loved you?’
A subtle hesitation appeared in Xiao Wan Yue’s eyes, then was quickly replaced by determination. ‘You wouldn’t understand.’
‘How do you know I don’t understand? How do you know I haven’t tried?’ I stared directly at her. ‘Ning Yu An has loved you for so long, waited for you for so long – doesn’t he have the right to happiness? Is there really no chance at all?’
Ning Yu An placed his right hand over his heart, kneeling before Xiao Wan Yue, ‘Wan’er, give me a chance, a chance to find happiness, can you?’ Xiao Wan Yue looked at Yu Mo, then at Ning Yu An kneeling sincerely before her, her eyes filling with tears.”
