Chapter 505

Shameless!

Utterly shameless to the utmost!

Fèng Xiànqiū actually intends to, on my back, with this steel pen, write a memorial of accusation, submit it to Heaven, seeking justice for him!

What grievance does he have?

On what basis does he think those Immortal Clan above would seek justice for someone as wicked as him, deserving of the eighteenth level of hell?

Heaven is not blind!

He spoke unhurriedly, while the pen at his back wrote quickly.

Each stroke landing on my back felt as if it carved three inches into the wood, as though it seared through my flesh and etched into my bone.

For a long stretch afterward, it was all about how he had been controlled since birth, how he had no choice, and how he struggled to resist……

The person wielding the pen behind me had strong pen control and carried Mana.

At first she wrote quickly and steadily, but soon her speed slowed; she seemed to be suppressing herself hard, not letting her hand tremble, not letting sweat drops fall.

During this process, I once raised my hand, aiming the silver bracelet Zhōng Xùxù gave me at Fèng Xiànqiū's back, preparing to shoot him.

I don't know how slim the chances of success are, but I simply cannot sit and wait for death.

At that moment, I felt two heat sources surge from my brow and lower abdomen, continuously gathering on my back.

Little Guy and Feng Wu were both helping me.

Fèng Xiànqiū was completely unaware, immersed in the lies he had woven, piling all his faults onto one person——Dìshì.

Who is Dìshì?

This name resembles Dìluán.

Could it be……

"Master, I… I can't write anymore, pfft…"

The woman behind suddenly turned, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the ground, her steps staggering as she was about to collapse; Wūlíng, quick-eyed and quick-handed, supported her, took the steel pen, glanced at it, and reported: "The steel pen's tip is severely worn, and the shaft has cracks…"

Fèng Xiànqiū's back stiffened abruptly, as if he couldn't believe it.

I secretly rejoiced in my heart.

A deceptive device is merely a deceptive device; even if gilded and inlaid with diamonds, its nature cannot be changed.

A deceptive device can never become a spiritual artifact.

Little Guy and Feng Wu joined forces, and they were actually enough to resist this steel pen's deceptive force—something I hadn't anticipated at first.

Fèng Xiànqiū shouted angrily: "Useless thing! Wūlíng, you come!"

Wūlíng gripped the steel pen and stood behind me.

At the moment the pen tip landed on my back, it felt as if it were stabbing into my heart!

I strained to turn my head, staring fixedly at Wūlíng.

But Wūlíng raised a hand to cover my eyes.

"All the deeds of Dìshì are heinous beyond measure, intolerable to heaven and earth……"

Crack!

With a crisp sound, Fèng Xiànqiū snapped his head back, shooting a murderous glare at Wūlíng.

In Wūlíng's hand, the steel pen showed countless cracks from the tip upward; with a little force, it… shattered!

At that moment, a powerful internal force surged in from outside the door, rushing straight at Fèng Xiànqiū.

I didn't even see what happened before Fèng Xiànqiū vanished from the room.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye; if the room weren't in disarray, I would have thought it was just my hallucination.

A muffled grunt came from behind.

The woman who had just been backlashed by the steel pen's yin evil qi was then given another blow by Wūlíng and died.

Wūlíng activated the mechanism, the black iron chain retracted, she helped me up, draped a coat over me, remained completely calm throughout, and softly said: "I'll send you back to your room."

On the way back, Wu Ling gave no explanation, her steps hurried.

It was obvious that Feng Xianqiu had been seized by the Hēimǎng.

And who was the one who informed the Hēimǎng?

I wanted to ask, but a sudden event put the palace under lockdown, guards and patrols everywhere, and I had no chance whatsoever.

Only when they escorted me back to my room and turned to leave did I find a small paper ball in my hand.

I sat in the room for a while, my thoughts in disarray.

Then I found a clean set of clothes and went to wash up and change.

In the washroom, I unfolded the small paper ball, which bore a few words: "Do not be arrogant, do not be impatient; wait quietly for the flowers to bloom."

I felt like I was going mad.

I can no longer tell whether Wu Ling is friend or foe.

Deep down I don't believe she would betray me, but she is too calm, as if everything is under her control.

Is it that Feng Xianqiu is easy to control, or has she been acting all along?

No matter what, in this situation I should stay wary of anyone.

I'm not afraid of ten thousand things; I'm afraid of that one chance that something might go wrong—right?

I lay back down on the bed.

By now the night was deep.

My back ached a little, but I could bear it; my mind was full of that mechanism hidden in some remote corner.

As soon as the name Dìshì appeared, more doubts surfaced, yet it also gave me the feeling that I was finally about to get to the bottom of things.

On the flayed face of Dìluán, a mark resembling a natal curse appeared; at that time I asked Fāngchuánzōng to investigate whether Dìluán might still have a twin brother or something like that.

But I couldn't find any information about Fang ChuanZong, and my aunt's side also had no news about this.

I thought I had misseen it.

But now it seems not necessarily that I was wrong.

Dìluán—Dìshì, what a pair of names like close brothers!

I struggled to calm my emotions, listening to the movements outside, and only when I was sure no one was watching me did I carefully press the mechanism.

Click—

A crisp sound.

Like stepping on completely withered yellow leaves in winter.

Immediately, a gap opened on the side of the beam, and a square box carved with patterns fell down.

I had wanted to reach out to catch it, but seeing the box was a bit big, I quickly pulled the blanket over and huddled together to cushion it.

A muffled thud.

Fortunately, the sound wasn't loud.

I immediately covered the colorful box with the blanket and lay down pretending to sleep.

In the darkness, even though no one was staring at me, my heart pounded hard, as if I could hear my own heartbeat.

I don't know how long passed, but after my emotions had completely calmed, I reached under the blanket and felt the box.

Upon touching it, I immediately felt glad that I hadn't reached out to catch it earlier.

The box was actually made of bronze, very hard; it smashed my hand, swelling it up like a pig's trotter.

I felt the bronze lock.

I had just taken out the Qian Gong key when outside suddenly lit up, frightening me into jumping up, my mind filled with the three words 'exposed'.

It turned out to be a false alarm.

Outside, in the distance, I didn't know whether it was Feng Xianqiu and Hēimǎng fighting, or whether a fire had broken out somewhere; footsteps, voices, and battle sounds were all in chaotic disorder.

Someone rushed in, glanced at me, and confirmed I hadn't escaped.

I hurriedly asked, 'What's happening outside?'

That person coldly said, 'Stay put; don't meddle in what's not your business.'

Having said that, they left.

The door slammed shut with a boom, and I heard the sound of the lock falling.

There were still guards, the windows were sealed, and a Formation Array had been set up around; at this moment, even if the guards remained outside, they wouldn't devote much thought to the room.

I recalled the lock-opening steps Jin Wuya had taught me, making sure I understood, then, using the light seeping through the window crack, I inserted the Thousand-work key into the bronze lock's keyhole……