Chapter 79

"Let's go!" Feng Yan said, and as soon as his words fell, he walked over to Yang Xin and directly poured the wine onto his head.

As the wine slowly dripped onto Yang Xin's face, he slowly began to wake up; Feng Yan looked at him with contempt, then picked up the wine jug, drank the little remaining wine from the gourd, then leisurely walked to Chen Hao's side and said to them, "Let's go!"

Yang Xin looked around; in the middle there was a gray overalls stone figure, or rather a statue, which had now stopped dancing, making him feel safe; he picked up the crossbow that had been thrown aside, looked at the already-loaded bolt, then touched the wine on his face, still smelling of alcohol; Yang Xin understood something in his heart, he clenched his fist and restrained himself from erupting.

Feng Yan sheathed the Black Sword and said, "We can leave now; after all, this is not a place to linger."

"Mm," Chen Hao glanced at the stone figure mid-air, understood, the few of them faced each other, nodded, and began quietly preparing to escape from this stone cave.

"What, you're leaving without hearing enough of my love song?" The stone figure suddenly began to speak!

The few widened their eyes; the wine Feng Yan had just drunk almost came out as cold sweat! They turned their heads and saw that it was merely the stone figure uttering something like sleep talk; the stone figure was sleeping soundly, seeming unlikely to wake for a while.

"Hah." Feng Yan sighed, then gestured for them to move forward, while he glanced at the stone figure and then turned his head to look behind.

"What's wrong, Feng Yan?" Chen Hao saw Feng Yan looking back, thought he had discovered something, and thus asked.

"No." Feng Yan shook his head and said, "Then let's hurry; this thing's voice is too demonic—if it comes again, its destructive power would be like that of some kun!"

"Don't say that; it's not easy for a girl to play basketball either." Chen Hao gave a smirk and replied to Feng Yan.

Feng Yan didn't continue the conversation, but slowly kept walking forward; his mind was in turmoil at the moment—yes, Feng Yan's heart had again produced some vague hope, yet a girl's image flashed in his mind.

Chen Hao also saw Feng Yan's inner anguish; he also wisely refrained from speaking further, understanding that saying more would be like rubbing salt in Feng Yan's wound.

So Chen Hao walked slowly; he clearly knew that Feng Yan's heart still retained a shred of that hope—what if she really could do that? What if she just left his side? What if…

Many "what ifs" appeared in Feng Yan's mind, but his heart clearly knew that once something bears a crack, it cannot be mended; even if you appear restored on the surface, your heart knows clearly that it is not you, or rather, it is merely a false mask you wear for your livelihood, a hypocritical facade, nothing more.

Feng Yan thought so, then slowly walked behind them; in their eyes, Feng Yan had become a formidable foe, yet several times he had not put them to death, which left Yang Xin bewildered and simultaneously sent a chill through his heart.

Yang Xin occasionally turned his head to look at Feng Yan's face, while Feng Yan also knew Yang Xin was secretly glancing at him; Feng Yan wore a grim expression, walked with his head down, ignoring Yang Xin's gaze.

At that time, Yang Xin was ahead of Feng Yan, Chen Hao in the lead, Wang Tingwan following behind Chen Hao; they walked along the long road, and the surroundings were no longer pitch black.

The surroundings were enveloped in a gentle hue; faint candlelight flickered, and the stone cave walls alternated between bright and dim, the candlelight stretching out tall, like a tongue in a person's fear.

Then the few people's vision went black, and the ground began to shake violently!

"What is this?" Feng Yan felt strange; the surroundings again returned to total darkness, he felt a bit tense, drew the Black Sword from his back, and went on alert.

The few grew anxious; as the shaking intensified, they could only run, hoping to burst out from the light before them and breathe the air of their freedom.

But things would not go as smoothly as they said; a cold red light burst forth from them!

Boom!

A red light passed through in front of Feng Yan and the others, striking squarely the stone at the cave's ceiling; the stone fell before them, directly blocking the way.

The few wanted to go back, but discovered that the stone figure was already behind them, its right hand still holding a stone basketball.

"I think we'd better cover our ears," Feng Yan said, then shoved his fingers into his own ears as earplugs.

The stone figure's expression was sorrowful, but seeing the few stop, its face instantly changed to that of a child, emitting a giggling laugh; the few were frightened by that laugh until their faces turned ashen.

The few looked at the stone figure with terrified expressions; as the familiar humming music sounded, they realized that the piercing song had sounded again.

Ahhhh!

The three simultaneously screamed; Feng Yan covered his ears with both hands, yet some sound still got into his ears.

"Too noisy!" Feng Yan shouted.

"What's all this fuss?" A spirit slowly emerged from the Black Sword, stretched lazily, glanced at Feng Yan, heard the strange noise, then looked at the other three and continued: "You still haven't taken care of him, is it really that hard to decide?"

Feng Yan didn't answer him, merely glanced at the stone figure; the spirit understood, immediately wielding the Black Sword to stab at the stone figure!

Then the surrounding darkness rang with the sound of stone shattering; the stone figure was completely blasted apart by the spirit's single sword strike!

All this, Feng Yan barely saw the motion; at that instant the stone figure was struck, and within that same moment it turned into a pile of small pebbles.

At the moment the stone figure exploded, everything once again returned to light!

As the crowd saw the stone figure turn into what lay before them, the spirit had already slipped back into the Black Sword, meanwhile with a hint of disdain, he began to feel that Feng Yan's earlier action was merely out of pity for himself.

"The end." Chen Hao excitedly climbed to the cave's mouth top, gazing at the long-unseen sun, breathing the air outside the cave; Feng Yan held the small treasure, actually not knowing what was inside, and Yang Xin and the others couldn't ask, nor dared to ask.

The few spread their arms under the sunlight, making a pose of embracing the sun, but soon after, looking at the tens-of-meters-high peak, they grew worried.

Feng Yan pulled Chen Hao aside and whispered, "Don't get too excited just yet; we've indeed gotten out, but how are we supposed to go down?"

"Uh." Chen Hao made a sound, then continued: "Even if you say that, I..."

Feng Yan understood Chen Hao's meaning; their current problem is precisely this—here they can see the entire situation of the Wanggong; he gazed toward the Wanggong, seemingly worrying about something.