Chapter 123: Arriving at Brocade City! [December Season]!

Su Ming floored the accelerator.

He still had a sentence left unsaid—

The Shu road is hard, harder than reaching the blue heavens!

The journey to Brocade City is destined not to be peaceful!

The car glided into Brocade City like a phantom.

This city differs from Jiangcheng's cold, oppressive steel‑forest.

The mountains wind, the mist swirls, carrying a faint whiff of incense.

It seems to wrap the whole city in a half‑dream, half‑awake filter, exuding a laziness that seeps to the bone.

Along the streets, soaring eaves and upturned corners, in the hazy Night Color Bar, outline old Brocade City's unique pride and leisurely pace.

4:30 a. m.

Ying Long slipped silently into a quiet old‑city alley, the engine cutting off.

Meng Die lives here.

Su Ming turned off the car lights and sat quietly for a moment.

From a certain standpoint, this woman is now more reliable than Zhao Gang.

Zhao Gang is human; he can be moved by humanity and also bound by it.

His loyalty is built on gratitude and awe.

But because of that, he has the fatal soft spot of family.

But Meng Die is different.

The Bloodline Unity Gu inside her is an absolute shackle, a brand of a slave contract etched deep in her soul.

Her dissent is her death sentence.

Such loyalty, forcibly bound by absolute power, is the most stable and perfect form for a tool person.

Moreover, this woman herself is a coiled beast.

On the Fate Casino, her value ranks just below the Gambler.

Far surpassing the Clown and others.

This is enough to prove.

Beneath her fragile exterior lies an astonishingly shocking hand and scheming!

Su Ming pushed the Gate, got out of the car, opened a black umbrella, and entered the damp alley.

A sliver of dim yellow warm light filtered through the third‑floor window.

He climbed the steps.

Creak—

The door was pulled open from inside.

A graceful figure stood still in the orange behind the Gate.

She wore a plain, pale‑black silk nightgown, the smooth fabric clinging to her rolling curves.

In the dim light, her outline was drawn out vividly.

It was Meng Die.

Those breathtakingly beautiful eyes now stared unblinking at Su Ming.

That mix of yandere‑type obsession and unabashed possessiveness could make any man hold his breath.

"Master."

She parted her red lips lightly, her voice soft and syrupy, tinged with a tremor.

It seemed she was suppressing some emotion.

Su Ming nodded expressionlessly and walked straight in.

This woman truly is a beauty.

Especially those eyes, like soul‑capturing vortices.

Meng Die silently closed the Gate, leading Su Ming to the bedroom bed.

The two stood opposite each other.

Night deep and quiet, a lone man and a solitary woman, the atmosphere ambiguous to the extreme.

The light in Meng Die's eyes grew ever hotter.

This man…

Is stronger and more charismatic than she imagined!

She has already made thorough preparations.

To welcome a thoroughly intoxicating, water‑and‑fire‑blended total surrender.

This is the loser's hymn to the supreme.

It is the most primal, and also the most romantic, loyalty in chaotic times!

Su Ming stared directly at her overly beautiful eyes.

Meng Die's breathing suddenly quickened, her chest rising slightly.

"That..."

Su Ming's Adam's apple bobbed.

"You move out and find a place to live on your own."

"…"

"Ah?!"

Meng Die's pupils suddenly contracted.

All the anticipation, emotion, and burning heat on her face…

They vanished in an instant, leaving only astonishment!

"Wh…what?"

No, bro?!

Is this right?

She was ready to give herself entirely, even having imagined countless possible continuations.

She even drafted three alternative names for the child!

Result…

Make her move out?

Isn't this her house?!

"Hurry up, no smudges, I'm sleepy."

Su Ming's voice was flat; he was already pulling back the pink duvet on the bed, preparing to switch to the all‑black four‑piece set he had brought.

"Oh…got it."

Meng Die muttered dejectedly, her little mind full of grievance and confusion.

The strong are revered, beauties surrender, emotions heat up…

Isn't this the unspoken Rule required in chaotic times?!

She was about to pour out her heart.

And the other side finds her a hindrance?

Meng Die bit her lip, turned to leave, feeling a bit defeated.

"Wait."

Huh?!

Meng Die shivered all over.

Could it be that…

This is also part of the plot?!

Feign capture to release, refuse only to welcome?!

She turned around.

Sure enough, Su Ming stared at her with a direct, hooked look.

"Come here."

"I'll show you a big treasure!"

Meng Die's heart raced as she came back to his side.

"Stretch out your hand!"

Meng Die complied.

Indeed, this is more atmospheric!

Bang!

Su Ming directly pulled out the Dingding Chess Piece and placed it in Meng Die's icy palm.

"Choose one yourself, bind it."

Meng Die: "…"

Three minutes later.

Having become the Xiang of Meng Die, she was left bewildered as she was driven out of her own room.

Xiang: Near Guard Efficiency Boost! When near the holder of the Dingding Chess Piece, all attributes receive a slight increase!

So… that's it?

Inside the room.

Su Ming glanced at the time and walked to the window.

4:58 AM.

Two minutes left.

"Five o'clock."

He silently counted the time.

Precisely on the minute, the continuous Gray Rain outside halted in response.

A new day's altar descends again!

Su Ming lay on the bed.

The physical fatigue was actually manageable.

But the mental overdraw truly made it unbearable.

First came the high‑intensity confrontation of the Mid‑Autumn Performance.

Next, the Fate Casino engaged in an Intellectual Duel with the old fox.

Then, the Tracking Compass drained the spirit power again.

The brain and body were completely hollowed out.

"Organize the current situation of Jin City properly!"

"When I wake up, I need the most detailed report."

Su Ming issued the order through the Bloodline Unity Gu.

Then he closed his eyes, letting the boundless fatigue completely devour him.

So tired!

It was noon, twelve o'clock, and the sun shone brightly.

Su Ming opened his eyes.

The mental exhaustion vanished in an instant.

His thoughts flickered, contacting Meng Die!

He then walked to the window and yanked the curtains open.

The dazzling sunlight made him squint slightly.

The sky over Jin City was a wash of blue.

But at the far end of that distant skyline…

A sea of black light filled the heavens!

Just like the one over Jiangzhou Li Jia'ao!

It was the bizarre celestial phenomenon that arose after the V-shaped altar collapsed!

"Official calls these collectively 'Great Black Heaven'…"

"No idea which genius came up with the name!"

Before he could ponder, the door was gently knocked.

"Clack—"

Meng Die entered, carrying a few packed lunch boxes.

The pretty face that should have toppled the world now wore an unmistakable expression of speechlessness and melancholy.

Why—?!

She, Meng Die, founded the December Rose in Jin City, and each of her eleven sisters under her command possessed impressive abilities!

Even a stomp of their feet can make the whole area tremble.

What was the result?

Now not only must she give this man her own boudoir.

She also has to, like a scolded little maid, deliver meals to him at the exact moment?

"Let's eat together."

Su Ming pointed to the chair beside him, having already taken a seat himself and picked up his chopsticks.

"What about the matter I asked you to investigate?"

Upon hearing the serious matter, Meng Die's expression instantly grew stern, suppressing all of her emotions.

"Everything's been clarified!"

"The Mahjong haunting in Chengnan Xiaoqu... still persists!"

"At midnight, the eerie Mahjong sounds still arrive punctually; listening for too long leads to hallucinations and mental breakdown!"

"After the incident, Official immediately sealed off the entire community and relocated all its residents."

She paused, lowering her voice even further.

"But the several waves they sent in, according to the rumors I gathered, seem... to have gone with no return."

Su Ming's eyes narrowed.

He understood—

No entry ahead!