Era of Magic and Martial Arts-Chapter 351 - 335: She Stood Up

Hong Ya was momentarily stunned. She was actually quite obedient, a bit hesitant on her face: "But Master just said...."

Liu Xie waved his hand, exuding authority:

"We’re not breaking into the prison, we’re just checking up on our little junior brother. Master won’t forbid that. Besides, Master is getting on in years and should be asleep by now."

Zhao Zhixin tossed a peanut into his mouth, nodding his head in backup support:

"Exactly, exactly, Master’s getting on in years, it’s inevitable to overlook some things when considering matters. As disciples, we ought to help Master fill in the gaps, this is filial piety!"

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"I really don’t understand why big brother is afraid. If sister-in-law was kidnapped, isn’t it a good chance to find someone younger and juicier? Why bother rescuing her?"

Gao Yan stamped heavily on the gas pedal, cigarette in mouth, cursing to himself in the car,

"Losing a wife in one’s middle-aged days, just thinking about it is delightful. When such a good thing happens, big brother doesn’t seize it, how foolish is that?"

Gao Yan’s thought process can only be described as ruthless, not lacking humanity. However, what he doesn’t comprehend is that ’binding’ and ’dying,’ just one word apart, hold worlds of difference.

The answer to this question, Zhou Hu couldn’t possibly tell Gao Yan, and the baby in the passenger seat next to him couldn’t explain it either, because Gao Yan found the baby noisy and fed it a sleeping pill.

He parked the car, lifted the sleeping baby into a box, walked into the elevator, and went upstairs, knocking on the door from earlier in the day, then turned to leave.

The elevator doors slowly closed, and began descending swiftly.

Suddenly, the top cover of the elevator quietly lifted, and a head with a cute bun hairdo hung upside down, eyes wide asking:

"Did you send the little baby back?"

Gao Yan jerked his head up, pupils narrowing to pinpoints, because he saw behind that cute bun head, another head, then another, and another, hung upside down in succession.

Four heads, completely different in appearance, circled around the square frame. The scene looked as creepy as a horror movie.

Especially with those heads, each staring at him with an eager yet chilling gaze.

Gao Yan’s mind went into a frenzy, his martial instinct sensing extreme danger, feeling as though he wasn’t being watched by four people, but by four man-eating demons in human disguise.

Gao Yan tilted his neck back and asked warily: "Who are you?"

The four didn’t answer his question, their eyes spinning as they scanned the area, then their faces collectively showed a look of undisguised regret, and in unison, they said:

"Just you alone? How are we supposed to split, oh?"

Split, split what, split me?

This thought flickered through Gao Yan’s mind, and immediately a chill surged from the soles of his feet to his head, goosebumps rising on the back of his neck.

He remembered seeing a math problem before, which asked:

Suppose there are three identical cakes, but four people need to share, and you can only make one cut, how would you distribute it to make it fair?

At the time, he scoffed at the math problem; his answer was, just kill one person and it’s solved.

But now, the situation he faced was far more severe than that math problem because he himself became the only "cake," and there were four people waiting to have it?

Gao Yan’s throat was dry, he leaned back against the elevator wall, the cold temperature making the pores on his back rapidly contract, he took a deep breath and tentatively suggested:

"Why don’t three of you die first, and then you can split me?"

The atmosphere in the elevator froze, as if the air even solidified.

All four heads dropped down at once, like a four-headed, eight-armed, eight-legged monster descending from above, the shadow of death instantly enveloping every inch of Gao Yan’s skin.

Four heads, four mouths, making four different sounds, yet all merging into the same sentence, blending into a chilling harmony:

"All together now, let’s not spoil the peace, whoever grabs it first gets it!"

The word "Rong" in [Ronggui Sect] was perfectly interpreted at this moment, its essence was displayed vividly.

Seven or eight seconds later, the elevator slowly descended, finally landing steadily back in the underground garage, the doors sliding open to reveal walls drenched in blood.

Hong Ya, radiant with joy and hardly able to conceal her pride, stepped out of the elevator first, holding a bloody head in her arms, her smile unusually bright.

She was petite, taking advantage in the cramped elevator, the first to land, the first to strike, and also the last to off the head.

This time, senior brothers and sisters had all been left behind by Hong Ya, the results of this battle were of extraordinary significance to her.

"Indeed, because the senior brothers and sisters were slack in practice, while I diligently trained without slack, burning the midnight oil every night, my effort has paid off!"

At this moment, Hong Ya was overflowing with the sense of accomplishment, seeming to slightly grasp the fun that the little junior brother found indulging in cultivation.

Hong Ya threw the head high, into a graceful parabola, tossed it back into the elevator, and unhurriedly took out several bottles of unbranded Corpse-Dissolving Water from her arms, handing them to the senior brothers and sisters behind her.

In the past, Hong Ya was responsible for logistics and cleaning. However, today, this work had to be handed over to the senior brothers and sisters.

"Because inspired by the little junior brother, I, Hong Ya, have finally stood up!"

Hong Ya pursed her lips, directing the senior brothers and sisters to clean the elevator, then gleefully dialed the little junior brother.

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Listening to the energetic boasting from the little senior sister, Feng Mu smiled and hung up the phone. He turned to the woman shivering in the car with warmth and said:

"Sister-in-law, you’re free to go now, would you like me to take you back?"

The woman hurriedly shook her head, her voice trembling: "No need for the trouble, I can go back on my own."

The car door opened, and the woman, as if fleeing, got out of the car. Feng Mu politely waved to her as a farewell, saying softly:

"Remember to tell the Prison Chief when you get home, a fall into the pit, a gain in your wit, don’t let your hands stray to what doesn’t belong to you anymore."

The woman nodded frantically like a pecking chick, until she watched the black car drive further and further away, completely out of her sight, and she collapsed weakly to the ground.

Her hands trembling, she pulled out a phone from her pocket, shakily dialling a familiar number, and called Zhou Hu.

As soon as the call connected, she could no longer hold back her fear and anger, her voice spiraling out of control, she cried hysterically into the receiver:

"Zhou Hu, you bastard! I almost got killed because of you! I beg you to think before you act in the future, consider the consequences, and stop taking what’s not yours!"

There was a brief silence on the other end of the line, then a cold voice replied:

"If I didn’t take others’ things, where does the food in your mouth, the clothes on your back, the jewelry on your neck come from? Isn’t everything I do for this family?"

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