RNP Chapter 674 Instigation
Chapter 674 Instigation
Outside the door, the willow vines lay dormant patiently like a poisonous spider waiting for its prey.
Only after she was sure that the dangerous auras of Xiao Jin, Chu Yuan, and Zhan Wenchen had gone away did she quietly approach Wang Yuqing's door.
She had just followed Wen Qiubai, but she regretted it halfway.
Liu Man is not someone who doesn't know herself. She has absolutely no chance of winning against the 'magician'.
After thinking about it, she decided to find an ally.
Her knuckles knocked lightly on the door panel, and Liu Man's voice was deliberately soft, with just the right hint of fatigue as if she was in the same boat.
"Sister Yuqing? It's me, Liu Man. Are you... okay?" Her voice was filled with false concern.
There was no response from inside the door, only suppressed sobs.
A barely perceptible coldness flashed across Liu Man's eyes, and her voice became softer, carrying the magic of coaxing: "Good sister, I know you are uncomfortable.
It’s more frightening to be alone, it’s better for me to talk to you than to keep it in my heart…”
There was silence inside the door for a few seconds, and finally the sound of the bolt being pulled open was heard.
The door opened a crack, revealing Wang Yuqing's pale, swollen face, covered with tear marks and despair, and her eyes were as empty as a dead fish.
Liu Man slipped in and gently closed the door with her backhand, blocking out the dim light outside.
She didn't approach immediately, but stood in the shadow by the door, looking at Wang Yuqing with eyes full of pity and regret.
"Yiming...what a pity!" Liu Man sighed softly, her voice choked with sobs.
"How could such a nice guy..." She paused at the right moment, observing Wang Yuqing's reaction.
Sure enough, when Wang Yuqing heard the name "Yiming", deep pain suddenly burst out in her empty eyes, and her body shook even more violently.
Liu Man sneered inwardly, her fangs bared quietly: "Alas, actually... if I had reacted a little faster, perhaps..."
She hesitated to speak, a hint of hesitation and struggle appearing on her face just right.
"What?!" Wang Yuqing suddenly raised her head, her bloodshot eyes fixed on Liu Man, as if grasping at a last straw: "Sister Liu, what do you mean by that? What do you know?"
Liu Man seemed to be frightened by her excitement. She took a half step back, and the struggle on her face became more intense.
Finally, she gritted her teeth, lowered her voice, and said with a heavy feeling of "not being able to bear it but having to say it": "Sister Yuqing, I shouldn't say this, but seeing you in so much pain, I really...
At that time, when Yiming opened the door and something happened, there was such a big noise, right under our noses!" She glanced meaningfully in the direction of Wen Baiqiu's closed door across from her.
"That Wen Baiqiu... the 'magician'! He was in his room at the time.
With his abilities, he's a top-tier warrior. A little backlash from the rules wouldn't matter to him. If he really wanted to save someone... it would just be a matter of raising his hand!"
Liu Man's voice was filled with incitement and indignation: "But what about him? The door was shut tightly, he didn't even show his face, and watched Yiming being dragged away.
To watch someone die without helping is simply cold-blooded and heartless!"
"boom--!"
Liu Man’s words seemed to ignite the string in Wang Yuqing’s mind that had been stretched to its limit!
All the pain, despair, and fear in her heart seemed to have found an outlet in an instant, transforming into overwhelming, twisted hatred.
"Wen! Bai! Qiu!" Wang Yuqing squeezed out these three words from the depths of her throat, like the howl of a wild beast.
She stood up suddenly, her body shaking with extreme anger, and a crazy light burst out of her eyes.
"It's him! It's him who watched Ah Ming die without rescuing him! It's him who killed Ah Ming! It's him!!" His rationality was completely burned to ashes by the flames of revenge.
Liu Man's instigation perfectly matched her darkest fantasies - she needed a more reasonable excuse to bear this unbearable pain, and it also covered up her cowardice!
And Wen Baiqiu is the perfect target!
Liu Man was ecstatic in her heart, but her face showed an expression of even greater compassion and "worry". She took a step forward and "eagerly" grabbed Wang Yuqing's cold hand: "Sister Yuqing, don't be impulsive!
He's a magician ranked in the top ten in terms of power, we can't afford to offend him! Listen to my sister, be patient, and get out alive is the most important thing..."
"Endure? I can't endure it!" Wang Yuqing suddenly shook off Liu Man's hand, her voice was sharp and piercing, and her eyes scanned Wen Baiqiu's room frantically!
Then she grabbed a pistol and held it tightly in her palm. Her sharp nails pierced her skin, and she was unaware of the blood oozing out.
"I want him to die, to pay for A Ming's life!" She rushed out of the room as if possessed by a vengeful spirit!
"Yuqing! Don't do anything stupid!" Liu Man cried out in panic, but did not make any substantial move to stop him. She just quickly retreated to the shadow by the door, with a vicious gleam in her eyes that showed her plan had succeeded.
Idiot! Go ahead! Use your life to test the depth of Wen Baiqiu!
It’s best to hold him back so that I have a chance to take action.
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Deep in the ancient house, it was as silent as ink.
Wen Baiqiu walked alone through the maze-like corridors and abandoned courtyards. The hem of his white suit drew an elegant arc under the dim light of the lanterns, which was out of tune with the decayed and gloomy surroundings.
His fingertips unconsciously played with an exquisite silver pocket watch. As the watch cover opened and closed, faint spatial ripples, imperceptible to ordinary people, spread out, dispelling the pervasive cold resentment for him.
He avoided the core area of the ancestral hall, which was heavily guarded by the daytime housekeeper, and followed an extremely faint scent of special sandalwood, and pushed open a heavy wooden door covered with cobwebs in a remote corner.
Inside the door was a dusty study.
Bookshelves were toppled, books scattered across the floor, most of them rotted away. Only a humble sandalwood box wrapped in oilcloth lay beneath a half-collapsed bookshelf in the corner.
Wen Baiqiu's eyes narrowed slightly.
He did not step forward directly, but raised his hand gracefully.
A faint light flashed at his fingertips, and several invisible spatial threads, like the most dexterous fingers, accurately pushed aside the scattered rotten wood and rubble, and "lifted" the sandalwood box out intact, and suspended it in front of him.
The oilcloth was removed, revealing several relatively well-preserved ancient thread-bound books in the box.
The paper was yellowed and brittle, emitting a strong smell of stale ink and a slightly unpleasant fishy odor similar to dried blood.
There was no title on the cover, only some twisted and strange runes.
Wen Baiqiu's slender fingers carefully turned the pages of the book.
The text above is not an ordinary Taoist script, but is written in an extremely obscure and evil-looking talismanic language, occasionally interspersed with a large number of dazzling and complex array diagrams drawn with cinnabar.
He looked intently, his gaze as sharp as a scalpel as he quickly analyzed the distorted images and texts.