allonlinenovel Chapter 125 Entanglement with the White Mist
Chapter 125 Entanglement with the White Mist
The nitrous oxide in the compressed cylinder can last for about twenty minutes for an average person, but for the Wang family, it lasts for less than ten minutes, which is still enough.
"Zhang Qiling!"
Yan Huai found Zhang Qiling under a not-so-dense tree. However, the other party did not answer and did not remove the oxygen mask. Even so, the eyes with obvious emotions made Yan Huai's legs tremble involuntarily.
Is this what you call direct containment? Getting a clear picture of the situation? Working together from within and without?
Yan Huai and Qi Yu received the same sign language signal at the same time, but their mentality was completely different. The former looked guilty and ingratiating, while the latter was gloating, almost ready to set up a melon stall!
"I was just eager to see you! I was worried you'd be bored, so this is the perfect time..."
Yan Huai shuffled over to Zhang Qiling's side, bent down to pick up the backpack on the ground, rummaged through it, and then took out a bottle of mineral water and unscrewed the cap.
"The nitrous oxide can't reach this area anymore. Have some water, shall we go check on the Wang family?"
Zhang Qiling glanced at Yan Huai, who had just kissed him and run away, and then looked at the slightly wobbly bottle of mineral water. He didn't quite understand what Yan Huai was afraid of... But he still took off the oxygen mask on his head. A thin layer of sweat on his forehead hung on the ends of his hair, and under the light, it was broken into tiny water vapors with beautiful colors.
"There's an evil spirit here; it hasn't come over."
Upon hearing this, Yan Huai snapped out of his daze. He continued handing out water, craning his neck, and his gaze also fell upon the Wang family members who were slowly waking up not far away.
On the path where Zhang Qiling had set up the ambush, a familiar-looking wisp of white mist was swirling, as if choosing the next suitable member of the Wang family to devour. A pile of bones already lay at the very edge...
Yan Huai narrowed his eyes. The fierce aura surrounding Bai Wu, which was the evil aura Zhang Qiling had mentioned, was the same as what he had sensed above the Wang family's council hall earlier.
So this white mist can condense and leave the back mountain? Then why did it linger in this dense forest before? Perhaps this is one of the Wang family's methods?
Yan Huai withdrew his gaze, lowering his eyes to recall the specific circumstances of his disguise as Wang Jue to enter the back mountain of the Wang family. At that time, he did not activate the illusion of the Phoenix Bloodline rewarded by the system, but the white mist still did not attack him, or even showed any intention to attack. He thought that the white mist had no offensive power, or that it was because of the existence of Wang Mi, but now it seems that it should have nothing to do with the Phoenix Bloodline - after all, that pile of white bones is proof that those who are destined to die will still die.
“This white fog must be controlled by something,” Yan Huai said, looking at Zhang Qiling who had finished replenishing his water. He decided, “You wait for me here.”
The bottle was manually squeezed flat, and a little mineral water jumped out from the bottle opening. Yan Huai looked at Zhang Qiling, who had no expression, and his face stiffened.
"...I'll go first, you can decide what to do." Strange, why do I feel a kind of oppressive happiness?
Before Zhang Qiling could reply, Yan Huai dashed out of the bushes and reappeared on the path behind the Wang family.
"Homeowner!"
As the sun set, a young man with a high ponytail, looking serious and speaking urgently, ran towards his group. Qi Yu and Zhang Qiling, standing in the shade, shared the same expression.
"Drama queen!"
"......"Um!
"Master, how are you?" Yan Huai asked, keeping a watchful eye on the menacing white mist in the air, while reaching out to help Wang Quan, who was in the center of the group, to his feet. "Master..."
"Wang Jue? You actually dare to show your face? You've burned the entire mountain courtyard to the ground!" Before Wang Quan could even stand up straight, the Ninth Elder behind him couldn't hold back any longer.
"Old Wang, I don't want to argue with you right now. It was wrong of me not to send a message back to inform you beforehand, but I didn't have a chance to send a message at all, and I had even more reasons to burn down the mountain courtyard!"
"What do you mean?"
Yan Huai looked at the Wang family members in front of him, who, despite their harsh tone, were still patiently listening to his explanation, and he felt a little sorry for them (not really)!
“I met a group of people in Banna who said they were from the Wang family, but I had never seen those people before.”
Yan Huai was taking a gamble. Back in Banna, Guangxi, he had a vague feeling that the Wang family, led by Wang Quan, lacked foundation and relied on tricks to gain strength. Even if they couldn't compare to the Canglong clan of the same era tens of thousands of years ago, their clansmen could still use secret techniques and spells after so long. There was no reason for the Wang family to become worse over time. So the only possibility was that the real Wang family had not yet shown its strength, and Wang Quan was just a decoy, or rather, a shield.
As Yan Huai had predicted, he noticed the shifty expressions on the faces of Wang Quan and several elders of the Wang family. It seemed that Wang Jue was the only one kept in the dark, but what was the purpose?
“That day in the Yao village, I was led into a tomb with a lot of yin energy. I didn’t originally plan to go in, but I heard Mi’er’s voice. I was afraid they would kidnap Mi’er, so I went in in a hurry. But I didn’t expect to lose consciousness shortly after I went in. When I woke up, I saw the group of people who claimed to be from the Wang family.”
"Did they say anything?"
Yan Huai frowned, his gaze fixed on Wang Quan: "They want me to return to the real Wang family. Patriarch, is there something you're hiding from me?"
Wang Quan's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and in that instant, Yan Huai sensed the killing intent emanating from him.
A sudden gust of wind flashed behind him, revealing a wisp of white mist. Yan Huai was already on guard against the other party's movements, and as Wang Quan slammed his cane into the ground, the bloodline power gathered in his palm struck backward.
"what--"
The phoenix bloodline power, imbued with the oppressive might of a dragon, struck the white mist solidly. Yan Huai heard a woman's roar, a sound filled with struggle, pain, and a strange emotion that made his temple throb...
"My name is Wang Jue!" The four-year-old child squatted beside a bush, with a beautiful face formed by white mist in front of him.
"Jue..."
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“Xiao Jue, listen to me, that’s the Demon Mother. If you want to get close to her, you can only make her obey your orders, not make her your playmate, otherwise it will be very dangerous!” This was Wang Quan forty-four years ago.
"You're just making excuses for your experiment, trying to use me to control it. I won't help you!"
*Slap* (sound of a slap)
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"Erase his memories of the Demon Mother, make him unconscious for a while, and lock him up."
The child, having had the injection removed, was thrown into a laboratory, where a transparent glass door separated him from the demon mother in another laboratory.
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"what--"
The white mist is the soul of the Demon Mother. The child becomes a tool to force the Demon Mother to cooperate with experiments for a specific period of time. Afterwards, his memory will be erased without exception.