Chapter 548

【398】 Zhong Wanjun's anomaly

Lin Yu looked at Wang Da Dong and asked: "How's Duan Duan Changren?"

Heilong blurted out: "My useless older brother's got a tough life—he actually survived this."

The words weren't pleasant, but his eyes were full of tenderness; clearly, Duan Duan Changren was very important to Heilong.

Wang Da Dong sighed and said: "Duan Duan Changren's bones were broken, his internal organs damaged—he's lucky to be alive."

"That serious?" Lin Yu, upon hearing this, involuntarily looked at the unconscious Duan Duan Changren.

He simply couldn't imagine Dugu Lang Society would inflict such cruelty on someone with no combat ability—thankfully, Duan Duan Changren hadn't lost control, or else the entire Golden Time-Space would have plunged into chaos.

Wang Yase, seeing everyone standing in silence, said: "This isn't a place to talk—let's go."

"Yeah, find a hospital—Duan Duan Changren isn't just lost a few coins in his pocket," Lin Yu said.

Everyone agreed instantly, vanishing in the blink of an eye, heading for the hospital. At that moment, in a dim corner, a man quietly followed them; his pupils reflected the backs of Lin Yu and the others, a mysterious smile curling on his lips.

"The Guardian of the Twelve Time-Spaces?" the man muttered to himself: "How fascinating—I'm no longer bored in the Golden Time-Space."

People's Hospital.

Intensive Care Unit.

After surgery, Duan Duan Changren's vital signs gradually stabilized, his breathing strong—but due to the severity of his injuries, recovery would not come quickly.

Heilong waited in the room for Duan Duan Changren to awaken, his face weary, murmuring softly: "Older brother, why won't you listen? You've lost all your abilities—why interfere in Golden Time-Space affairs?"

Outside the ward, Wang Da Dong and Wang Yase watched everything, their eyes filled with surprise—they had never imagined Heilong could act this way.

Wang Da Dong looked at Wang Yase: "Do you feel Heilong's changed?"

Wang Yase whispered: "I don't know—maybe he's less annoying than before… maybe…"

Wang Da Dong smiled: "People change after experiencing things—even us. But Heilong… it feels like he changed too fast."

"You're the one saying this?" Wang Yase stared at Wang Da Dong in shock—his memory of Wang Da Dong's speech had never been this profound.

Lin Yu, seeing the two exchanging glances, said helplessly: "Alright, let Heilong spend more time with Duan Duan Changren—he'll feel awkward around us. Let's go."

Wang Da Dong nodded: "I didn't do anything anyway. Forget it—let's go, each to our own mom."

The others left, leaving only Heilong to care for Duan Duan Changren.

Because of saving Duan Duan Changren, Lin Yu didn't go to Wang Da Dong's home—he casually said he'd go later, then parted ways with Wang Da Dong and the others.

The next day.

Barley High School.

Everything was normal, except Zhong Wanjun seemed strangely off—his gaze drifted between Lin Yu and Wang Da Dong, silently pondering whether he should follow Dugu Lang Society's instructions.

Though Zhong Wanjun was careful, Wang Da Dong and Lin Yu still noticed—Wang Da Dong, low in emotional intelligence, sensed nothing wrong, but Lin Yu realized Zhong Wanjun must have learned the truth.

After class, Zhong Wanjun was the first to sprint out of the classroom, running alone to the rooftop, gazing at the vast Barley High School, his eyes flickering with unknown intentions.

"Hey." A voice suddenly called from behind. Zhong Wanjun frowned, turned—and saw Lin Yu.

Zhong Wanjun froze, then immediately calmed: "What do you want?"

Lin Yu walked beside him, lightly slapped Zhong Wanjun's shoulder, and whispered: "You've got something troubling you?"

"None of your business," Zhong Wanjun slapped away Lin Yu's hand, his tone icy—they rarely spoke.

"No need to guess—it's Lei Ting, right?" Lin Yu said casually.

Zhong Wanjun was startled, his eyes fixed on Lin Yu, then coldly replied after a long pause: "You got wind of it?"

"Hah!" Lin Yu laughed. "So it really is Lei Ting."

Zhong Wanjun asked quietly: "What exactly did you hear?"

Lin Yu said calmly: "Honestly, I don't know much—I just guessed. Someone used Lei Ting to make you do something, right?"

Zhong Wanjun said nothing, but his eyes betrayed surprise—he hadn't expected Lin Yu to be this sharp. His voice wavered: "You're wrong. It's not like that."

To protect Lei Ting's safety, he would keep this secret—refusing absolutely to let anyone drag Lei Ting into this.

"Oh, really?" Lin Yu gave a knowing look, as if he truly believed Zhong Wanjun's words.

Zhong Wanjun exhaled, about to leave—when suddenly his whole body trembled, staring into Lin Yu's eyes, those deep, icy eyes that made his soul shudder uncontrollably.

"With me," Lin Yu asked coldly, his gaze piercing like a black hole, ready to swallow him whole: "What's wrong with you?"

Zhong Wanjun's mind rang like a bell—his consciousness felt pulled out by Lin Yu. He stared blankly into Lin Yu's eyes and slowly said: "Someone captured me and ordered me to split Barley High School apart."

【399】 The Mad Dugu Lang

Meanwhile, elsewhere.

In a dim room.

Dugu Lang's expression was icy as he looked at Zhi Shui slumped on the floor: "Is this the extent of your test? You can't even endure it?"

Zhi Shui clenched his fists, his clothes soaked in sweat, yet he made no cry of pain—forcing himself through the agony inside, he gritted his teeth: "Who… are you?"

"Who am I? Hehe!" Dugu Lang emitted a chilling laugh: "You really don't remember me? Deng Long!"

At the words "Deng Long," Zhi Shui's pupils shrank sharply—he stared wide-eyed at Dugu Lang, trembling: "Who are you? How do you know my true identity?"

"Deng Long, you don't remember?" Dugu Lang's tone was icy as he stepped closer, head lowered: "If not for you and the others, how could I have achieved this 'glory'? All of this is your fault!"

Zhi Shui writhed in pain from Dugu Lang's influence, yet upon hearing this, he still widened his eyes, filled with suspicion: "Our fault?"

"Who cares what it is? I want revenge—I want you all to suffer as I suffered!" Dugu Lang roared, his eyes turning blood-red, monstrous as a demon: "I'll wipe them all out!"

The moment he finished speaking, Dugu Lang unleashed a furious punch—the wind screamed, the air itself seemed to shriek.

"Boom!"

Zhi Shui's chest took the full impact—he was flung backward, slamming into the wall, then collapsed, spitting blood, his body curled in agony, sweat pouring down.

Zhi Shui forced himself to lift his head, bloodshot eyes locked on Dugu Lang, voice hoarse: "Who… are you?!"

"I am Dugu Lang!" Dugu Lang screamed, nearly insane: "I am Dugu Lang! Why don't you recognize me? It's all you! All of you!"

With that, Dugu Lang lunged at Zhi Shui again.

Zhi Shui struggled to dodge, but his body could no longer support movement; his chest had suffered severe trauma, countless bones broken, leaving him utterly powerless to rise, able only to weakly shift a few centimeters.

"Puff!"

Blood sprayed everywhere, staining Dugu Lang's clothes, yet he seemed oblivious.

"Dugu Lang? How could this be? You can't be Dugu Lang—Dugu Lang has been gone for ages!" Zhi Shui desperately denied, stammering: "You absolutely cannot be Dugu Lang—I won't believe it!"

Upon hearing this, Dugu Lang paused, then surged toward Zhi Shui even faster.

As Dugu Lang drew ever closer, Zhi Shui's heart raced—this man claiming to be Dugu Lang brought him an unprecedented terror.

Dugu Lang shouted in agitation, stomping his foot down on Zhi Shui, who was trying to rise, and roared fiercely.

"Deng Long, do you know how many times I've replayed this scene in my mind over all these years? I've longed for it so desperately—every night before sleep, I imagined fulfilling my wish, killing you all, erasing you completely!"

"Cough… cough…"

"It was just a misunderstanding… ssshh!"

Zhi Shui coughed, trying to speak to Dugu Lang, but Dugu Lang now scorned every word he uttered.

"Hmph, don't worry—I won't let you die so easily. I'll make you despair slowly, until finally, when I'm done playing!" Dugu Lang sneered, pressing his left foot down with force—"Crack!"

Zhi Shui's lower leg was crushed outright, bone protruding; he groaned, lips turning white, body trembling, yet he clung on, refusing to give up.

Dugu Lang stared at Zhi Shui's desperate struggle, momentarily stunned—he hadn't expected Zhi Shui to endure this long. A faint smile curled his lips: "You really are stubborn."

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"Cough… cough…" Zhi Shui panted heavily, unable to lift his head, voice low: "Do you really want to kill us?!"

"What the hell do you know?" Dugu Lang roared. "Without you, I could be living happily with the woman I love—beautiful, kind, understanding, and she promised to marry me!"

"But you destroyed it all!" Dugu Lang cried in agony. "You obliterated every hope I had—I didn't just lose happiness, I lost the one I loved most!"

"Master, Zhong Wanjun has replied." Just as Dugu Lang's fury burned hot, San's voice appeared.

Hearing this, Dugu Lang froze, then turned away and asked San: "Speak—what did you get?"

San answered solemnly: "Zhong Wanjun says Wang Da Dong and Lin Yu have broken ties."

Dugu Lang's pupils contracted. "Is the intelligence accurate?"

San nodded. "Confirmed. The mole inside Bala High says it happened—Wang Da Dong and Lin Yu fought fiercely before the Shengsi Sect, and even Wang Yase was caught in the crossfire."

"Hmm, I understand." Dugu Lang nodded. "The plan succeeded—I won't hide anymore!"

With that, Dugu Lang left the spot immediately, leaving San standing there in shock.

San rubbed his cheek, muttering to himself: "Is the master going to act directly?"

Inside the secret chamber, Dugu Lang spoke calmly to Mei Er nearby: "Bring her here."

"Huh? Master, you're serious?" Mei Er stared at Dugu Lang, puzzled.