Madam’s Awakening Shocks The Whole World
Chapter 472 - 215: Mo Yunchen Loses Control

Chapter 472: Chapter 215: Mo Yunchen Loses Control

Qin Qin watched the scene on the screen and saw a handsome boy around six or seven years old, howling in pain and being held down by someone, unable to move.

By her side, Mo Yunchen’s phoenix eyes were blood red, his whole body emitting a murderous aura, like a demon king from Hell.

Qin Qin noticed something was off about Mo Yunchen and grabbed his hand. Mo Yunchen clutched her wrist tightly, his fingers digging into Qin Qin’s skin. She slightly furrowed her brows but did not pull away.

"How is it, Mo Yunchen, stimulating right? These are treasures I’ve kept for over a decade, now I’m sharing them with you."

Mo Haoxuan laughed manically at the side.

Jing Zhiyue watched Mo Yunchen’s crazed expression and glanced at the colorless and odorless Hallucination Incense burning in the corner, which she had prepared especially for Mo Yunchen to immerse him in pain without the ability to fight back.

Mo Yunchen was in such agony that he clutched his head and fell to the ground. His mind was constantly invaded by images of his mother being violated and dying, and like a young child, he howled painfully but was unable to act.

Mo Yunchen’s reaction alerted Qin Qin. It was just a video, after all. How could Mo Yunchen lose control and fall to the ground instead of seeking revenge on Mo Haoxuan?

Qin Qin looked around, her nostrils flaring slightly as she sniffed. There was a vague scent in the air that she could detect perhaps only because her eyes and nose were more sensitive than others due to the Marrow-Cleansing Technique.

Her gaze moved around until it spotted the source of the scent, a stick of incense burning in a quiet corner: Hallucination Incense.

No wonder Mo Yunchen was like this. The power of the Hallucination Incense was to greatly amplify the most painful memories in someone’s heart, trapping them in their past suffering. For Mo Yunchen, the most painful memory was his mother’s torture and death, and his own powerlessness as a young child.

Qin Qin’s expression darkened, and her eyes grew colder as she swiftly kicked a piece of broken tile toward the white screen. The screen was damaged by the tile she had kicked, and the video stopped.

"You..." Mo Haoxuan looked at Qin Qin furiously, cursing the damnable woman.

Jing Zhiyue narrowed her eyes and sneered coldly. What did it matter if the screen was damaged? Mo Yunchen was already irretrievably drowning in his pain.

Ignoring the two, Qin Qin was about to run towards the corner, but Jing Zhiyue, realizing her intentions, screeched an order to have someone stop her.

Two men in black stood in front of the Hallucination Incense, drawing their guns and aiming at Qin Qin, who stopped in her tracks and coldly glared at them, fists clenched.

"Qin Qin, I advise you not to move," Mo Haoxuan waved to his subordinates, and one of them trained a heavy machine gun on the agonized Mo Yunchen.

Witnessing this, Qin Qin’s tightly clenched fists relaxed, and she dared not make any rash moves, instead walking towards Mo Yunchen.

"Mo Yunchen, wake up. Everything is already over."

The Hallucination Incense continued to burn, and Mo Yunchen’s condition worsened, his body full of vindictive energy, his eyes blood red. As Qin Qin spoke, he lifted his head and glared at her malevolently. In Mo Yunchen’s eyes, the person standing before him was not Qin Qin but the person who had humiliated his mother years ago. His right hand reached out to grasp Qin Qin’s throat. She arched her neck backward to evade his attack, having anticipated his intention.

"Mo Yunchen, wake up, it’s Qin Qin. Snap out of it quickly." She didn’t have any antidote herbs for hallucinations with her. Although there were such herbs in the medicine field, she couldn’t retrieve them due to Mo Haoxuan and Jing Zhiyue’s presence.

Mo Yunchen remained trapped in his delusion, as if transported back twenty years, hearing his mother’s low murmurs before him. He wanted to save her but was held back by someone.

It seemed someone was calling him, but how could that be? It must be his misperception.

"Mo Yunchen, wake up, it’s Qin Qin."

Qin Qin shouted at Mo Yunchen, but he remained lost in his thoughts, howling in pain.

Unable to bear seeing Mo Yunchen like this, Qin Qin wanted to move forward and embrace him but was stopped by Jing Zhiyue.

"Qin Qin, don’t you dare move. I want you to watch him suffer. I want both of you to suffer."

She was in pain, and neither of them should hope for a moment’s peace.

Qin Qin glanced coldly at Jing Zhiyue and was about to step forward, but a man armed with a machine gun pointed the barrel at Qin Qin’s head.

"I know you’re formidable, but you’d better stay still. Careful, this gun doesn’t have eyes," Jing Zhiyue said with a seductively malevolent smile.