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Chapter 124 Hanging by a Thread

Chapter 124: Chapter 124 Hanging by a Thread

The air in the courtyard was in turmoil, surging towards Qin Yi and then rippling outwards.

Qin Yi was very certain that his sister had been in this courtyard, or at least had stayed here once before.

However, after searching every room, Qin Yi’s face fell, looking grim and terrible.

This place seemed to have been abandoned for a long time, with a layer of dust as thick as paper covering each room, and no signs of human activity.

Unwilling to give up, Qin Yi meticulously checked each room again, but still found nothing.

When each room’s door was pushed open, dust fell from the doors, indicating that it hadn’t been recently disturbed. Moreover, the thick dust on the ground showed no footprints or anything.

Standing in the courtyard, Qin Yi frowned deeply. The air around him mirrored his mood, swirling violently with his breaths, forming small vortices.

He could pick up Wan’er’s scent in the air, but the rooms were empty. It was impossible that someone would be bored enough to bring Wan’er here for merely a brief visit and then leave.

What on earth was going on?

Qin Yi’s gaze swept across every corner of the courtyard.

Suddenly, his gaze fixed on a nearby garden. In truth, it couldn’t really be called a garden anymore; it was just a patch of dried, cracked earth.

Qin Yi stepped forward, quietly observing for a moment, then suddenly raised his hand. A gust of wind swept through, lifting the ground, revealing a square wooden board underneath, which exposed a dark hole.

The hole was about the size of a well, pitch-black and unfathomably deep, like a dry well.

However, the dark iron chains embedded in the well walls suggested that there was more to it below.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Qin Yi jumped down, grabbing the chain with one hand, rapidly descending.

Even jumping into a well — for Wan’er, he would descend into a sea of knives and flames without a second thought.

...

The vast underground space spanned over a thousand square meters, with ever-burning lamps on the walls flickering with a ghostly cold light, creating an eerie and terrifying atmosphere.

The ground was uneven, and more horrifying were the countless white bones scattered across it.

At the center was a small pool, but instead of water, it was filled with blood.

Behind the blood pool stood three wooden racks over four meters high, with three girls tied to them.

The three girls, faces pale as paper, hung their heads limp. Metal tubes were stuck into each girl’s arm, one end embedding sharply into their flesh, the other end thick as a thumb, blood dripping from it into the blood pool below.

The large space reeked of a pungent smell of blood.

At this moment, in front of the blood pool, three men with deathly pale faces and dark circles around their eyes, like malicious spirits, stared eerily and coldly at two blood-soaked individuals opposite them.

These two, one old and one young, the younger not over thirty, the elder appearing to be in his fifties or sixties. Both were covered in bloodstains, seemingly injured.

The elder’s face was marked with pain. The wound on his chest was terrifying, extending over ten centimeters and deep enough to reveal bone, blood gushing wildly, soaking his garment.

"Young master, I’ll hold them off in a bit, and you hurry and leave," the elder said in a low voice.

The young man, with handsome features, wearing a cream-colored casual outfit, gripped a golden saber, his knuckles white. He also had several wounds, though less severe than the elder’s.

"We’ll leave together; how can I leave you here alone?"

The elder said gravely, "Young master, rather than both of us getting stuck here, it’s better I hold them off for you to escape. Go back and bring reinforcements to rescue me."

The young man’s eyes flashed, grinning, "What are you joking about? By the time I return, you’d likely already be dead."

"Young master, my death is not to be regretted..."

The young man retorted angrily, "What are you saying? Your life isn’t life? My life is not as precious as you think. The chances of both of us surviving are always higher; let’s get ready to fight."

"You two are impressive, to find your way here," said the man in the middle with an eerie voice, raising goosebumps.

The young man glanced warily, tightening his grip on the golden saber, speaking steadily, "Blood Evil Sect, you infamous entities dare cause havoc in Yinfeng City; how can the Duan Family allow you?"

The other made a peculiar laugh, "If the Duan Family Head came, we might respect him a bit. But you, a snot-nosed kid, isn’t it laughable for you to speak such words before us?"

"Don’t get arrogant. When I entered, I already informed my father, and he’s on his way with reinforcements."

"Pity, even if your father arrives, it’ll only be in time to collect your corpses,"

With that, the enemy pointed their longsword at the young man, continuing, "A year from today will be your memorial day."

Swish!

The longsword struck like a venomous snake, lightning-fast, aiming for the young man’s throat.

The young man’s face changed drastically, the airflow around him surging, the saber energy flowing across the golden saber, poised in front of his chest.

Clang!

The longsword struck the blade, sword energy and saber energy intertwined, rippling outward with a hiss, as if slicing through the air.

Poof!

With just one blow, the young man spat out a mouthful of blood, jolting backward over ten meters.

"To withstand one blow from me at Qi Cultivation Middle Stage, even in death, it’s worthy of pride," the ghastly man eerily remarked.

"Young master, are you alright?" the elder asked anxiously.

The young man wiped away the blood on his lips, coldly asserting, "I’m fine, just a little blood, nothing noteworthy."

"Nothing noteworthy? What a bold mouth; then try taking another sword from me," said the ghost-like man, grimly smiling, sword energy flowing on his longsword.

Suddenly, the elder roared, surrounding himself with torrents of Qi, wielding a long saber black as ink, fiercely slashing down on the enemy.

"Young master, quickly escape..." the elder roared hoarsely.

Clang!

Sparks flew, the enemy blocked the elder’s strike with a sidelong sword, then imprinted a palm on the elder’s chest.

The elder was blasted away, coughing large amounts of blood, landing over ten meters away.

"Uncle Ming..." The young man rushed over to support the elder, his pale face filled with urgency.

The elder’s mouth foamed with blood, struggling to say, "Young master, quickly escape..."

"Escape?" The opponent laughed sinisterly, "Neither of you will escape."

Swish!

Moving like a specter, the enemy closed in, the longsword like lightning, aiming directly at the young man’s throat.

The young man was filled with horror, the sensation of death encompassing him, chilling to the core.

Yet, he still desperately shielded the elder in his embrace.

In a critical moment, the elder suddenly shoved the young man aside, shouting hoarsely, "Young master, quickly escape..."

"Uncle Ming..." the young man cried out with red eyes.

Just as the longsword was a mere centimeter from the elder’s throat, suddenly a dainty, pale hand appeared in the air, fingers long and smooth, comparable to those of hand models.

This beautiful hand reached out two fingers, tightly clamping the chilling longsword.

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