Chapter 538 - 356: The Strangeness in Mo Gui Lane (2)

Chapter 538: Chapter 356: The Strangeness in Mo Gui Lane (2)

Mrs. Liu suddenly looked up and met Lu Xuan’s half-smiling eyes, her heart jerked to her throat.

Even with a thousand guts, Qingran would not dare ruin the master’s grand plan!

Unless... unless from the very start, this was the Crown Prince’s deliberate trap?

At this moment, Madame Liu felt the cold sweat mixed with blood on the back of her neck flowing down, soaking her clothes.

The heat from the bluestone pavement surged up through her knees, yet could not dispel the chill that rose in her heart.

Lu Xuan lowered his gaze, staring at the blood beads seeping from the cracks of the green bricks, as the complete memory of his previous life swiftly flashed through his mind.

Yesterday afternoon, Fengqi was kneeling with a smile in front of the study, feigning to mention the matter of the Envy Immortal Tower.

"Does the Crown Prince know?"

"The new oiran from Envy Immortal Tower is an absolute beauty, so much so that people say seeing her face is worth losing ten years of life willingly!"

His former self was originally a lustful person, incapable of resisting the goading from the guards, and forcibly seized Chen Qingran.

At the third watch of the night, on the ornately carved sandalwood bed.

Chen Qingran, with disheveled hair, leaned against his previous self’s chest, secretly pulling out the silk handkerchief hidden in her wide sleeves on the floor.

That silk handkerchief soaked with the grievances of Mo Gui Lane, at the moment it touched his past self’s skin.

His past self suddenly convulsed violently, emitting an incoherent whimper from his throat.

But instead of being panicked, the woman suddenly calmed down, pressing the handkerchief firmly against his heart, looking out the window at the shadows, sneering, "Crown Prince, you must not blame your humble servant."

During the fourth watch, Fengqi, with five or six confidants, took the opportunity to secretly send Chen Qingran out through the side gate of the palace in a spice-filled carriage.

It turned out that from the debut of the oiran to the ghost taking revenge with the silk handkerchief, it was all a meticulously woven murder trap.

However, Lu Xuan was not interested in these matters; he wanted to know where the silk handkerchief had come from.

The entity there was Lu Xuan’s true target.

Just a pink silk handkerchief could claim the life of a Crown Prince overnight.

Encountering the true form of this ghostly thing, its sinister energy must be astoundingly powerful.

At this moment, Lu Xuan looked around at the crowd barely standing in the scorching sun.

Some had the skin on the back of their necks peeling from sunburn, others had sweat stains soaking the bluestone under their knees, almost melting into water.

"All of you, step back."

Lu Xuan’s voice wasn’t loud, yet it exploded like thunder in everyone’s ears.

This granted the crowd kneeling on the ground a reprieve.

The commoners, already soaked with sweat from the blazing sun, now had expressions of relief after surviving a calamity.

Soon after Lu Xuan’s command, the scorching air seemingly got infused with icy water.

An elder in silk and satin scrambled to his feet, and a little girl in an apricot-red dress was dragged by a companion, losing a shoe without noticing.

In almost an instant, the entire long street was empty.

Where once stood a throng of commoners, not even shadows remained.

The doors and windows of Envy Immortal Tower closed with a series of "bangs", with even the curtains of the second-floor private rooms being drawn tight.

The only person left on the whole street was Mrs. Liu, continuing to kneel in place.

The blood on her forehead had dried, leaving a dark red stain on the bluestone.

Until now, Mrs. Liu remained in her kowtowing posture.

She stiffly turned her face, seeing Lu Xuan looking down at her from high above.

"Tell this Crown Prince the origin of the handkerchief, and you shall be spared!"

Mrs. Liu shuddered violently at his words.

Her previously kneeling position suddenly gave way, and she fell backward onto the ground.

She quickly looked up, in disbelief, at Lu Xuan, her muddled eyes full of fear.

"Cr...Crown Prince..." Mrs. Liu’s voice was hoarse and barely audible.

"Do you truly think... this old servant will believe you?"

She suddenly laughed bizarrely, her blood-stained teeth glinting glaringly under the sun.

Her hand, hidden in her sleeve, quietly reached for her waist, where a dagger coated with poison lay hidden.

The master had said.

If things were to be exposed, the poison on this dagger would kill in three breaths...

A flicker of resolve crossed Mrs. Liu’s muddled eyes, her blood-stained nails silently gripping the dagger, radiating a bluish chilling light, at her waist.

Even in death, she must not reveal her master’s identity!

Otherwise, she will find life worse than death!

But Mrs. Liu completely forgot about the red-robed elder standing next to Lu Xuan.

Peng Lie, the veteran of three dynasties, was a Grandmaster at the pinnacle of martial arts in the Wenjing Dynasty.

In the presence of such a powerful figure, even life and death were beyond one’s control.

Cold glimmers burst out with dazzling radiance under the blazing sun!

Mrs. Liu was horrified to discover that the tip of the dagger stopped just three inches from her brow, completely motionless no matter how much force she exerted.

Watching her own wrist, veins bulging, trembling in an invisible force, the golden dagger reflected the sneering face of the person behind Lu Xuan.

Peng Lie stood with his hands behind his back, his crimson Qi condensed into substance, slowly spreading from around him, casting a scorching shadow on the ground.

Under the scorching sun, strands of crimson Qi tightly bound the madam, Mrs. Liu.

The scorching aura tightly sealed every inch of her muscles, not even her eyelashes could twitch a bit.

"Want to die?"

Peng Lie snorted coldly, his red robe swirling without wind, "In front of me, even King Yama has to send a message first!"

Then, with a flick of his withered finger in the air, the poisoned dagger flew out on its own, shattering into powder mid-air.

The contained blue poison mist hadn’t had time to spread before being incinerated by Peng Lie’s scorching Qi, emitting a "hiss" sound.

Lu Xuan, staring at Mrs. Liu, who was collapsed and still gasping on the ground, curled his lips into a cold arc: "Grandfather, pry open her mouth!"

As soon as the words fell, a heat wave wrapped in crimson Qi rushed forward.

Peng Lie, stroking his graying beard, laughed heartily, crimson Qi surging around him like clouds, "Rest assured, grandson!"

He stepped forward, the bluestone slab groaned underfoot with unbearable weight, "That Wolf King from the northern desert, I interrogated for three days and three nights back then."

"In the end, even the treasure map he hid in the eighteen-layered cellar was fully confessed."

With that, crimson Qi around Peng Lie transformed into chains, binding Mrs. Liu’s limbs,

She looked at the rising faint red flames in Peng Lie’s palm in fear.

The flames seemed weak but distorted the air within three meters.

"This punishment by incineration calls for precise control."

As he spoke, Peng Lie lightly flicked his fingertips, and the flames instantly leapt onto Mrs. Liu’s skirt,

but at the moment of touching the flesh, transformed into strands of warm currents.

"It can make her wish she were dead yet keeps her alive to slowly endure."

"After trying eighteen ways of dying, naturally, she would spoon feed us all the secrets she knows."

On the eerily quiet street, the crimson Qi tightened more and more, engulfing the madam’s shrill screams under the blazing sun.

....

"Lu Xuyang!"

"Hmph, so it was that little brat causing trouble behind the scenes."

With a flick of his robe, the human-shaped ashes on the ground were swept away by the Qi wind.

Lu Xuyang was the Ninth Prince of the Wenjing Dynasty!

"Let’s go, to Mo Gui Lane, Grandfather!"

With a clear neigh, eight snow-white Ferghana horses galloped away at the sound of hooves.

What Ninth Prince, what conspiracies and machinations—all were merely passing clouds at this moment.

Lu Xuan’s mind was filled with the Madam’s description of Mo Gui Lane, where many ghostly things were hidden.

For others, this place was an untouchable forbidden land.

But for Lu Xuan, it was a Pocket World akin to a dragon returning to a deep abyss, a source to replenish a large amount of System Points.

"Good grandson..."

Peng Lie’s eyebrows knit tightly, veins bulging on the palm under the red python robe, "Those sinister things should not be touched!"

"Rest assured, Grandfather."

The golden light flowed in Lu Xuan’s eyes: "I understand."

Despite Peng Lie’s godlike martial prowess, with crimson Qi able to burn three thousand armored soldiers, that was ultimately someone else’s towering mountain.

No matter how vast external power might be, it is like a treeless wood or a waterless source.

Tides seem monstrous when they rise but become mere illusions when they fall.

Lu Xuan only believed in the power his own body possessed.