2935 Red Clouds Peak
Mo Lian wrestled with the decision of whether to end the old village chief's life or await Mr. Su's arrival to conduct further examination.
A small group of people encircled the old village chief, pummeling and kicking him relentlessly. It was evident that the villagers, who had been deceived by him, harbored an intense loathing for the old village chief.
In this moment, he wished for nothing more than to devour his own blood and gnaw at his flesh.
Observing the enraged villagers, Qiao Mu sighed and turned to Mo Lian, saying, "Let's depart."
Mo Lian nodded, then turned to issue an impassive command, "The two of you will lead a team to rescue the individuals suspended on the wall inside. When Qi Ye and the Dark Merchant arrive with Mr. Su, provide him with all the tools from the stone room for his investigation."
"Understood." Two responses promptly echoed from an unseen location.
Shortly after Mo Lian and their group left, several young men in black descended the stone steps.
Not long thereafter, the entire underground village resonated with the cries of its inhabitants.
Those who had been rescued and were teetering on the brink of death had all passed away.
These individuals were all relatives and friends of the villagers. Over the years, they had been ensnared by the old village chief's deceit, living under the illusion that they were in a dream. They never harbored any suspicions toward the old village chief.
Ironically, the person they considered the most upright and trustworthy turned out to be the monster responsible for the theft of their loved ones.
As they recalled the accounts of those youths and realized that their kin had served as test subjects in that nefarious stone room for years, enduring unimaginable torment, their anguish knew no bounds.
The atmosphere in the entire underground village grew oppressively heavy.
"Sigh," Lu Zheng couldn't suppress a sigh. "I never anticipated that after my brother and I had
aimlessly lived for so many years, the world would undergo such an astonishing transformation."
Heavenly Fate had emerged seemingly out of nowhere. How many underground village bases like this existed throughout the Three Provinces?
Could it be that their network extended far and wide, with watchful eyes lurking in every shadowy corner, gazing coldly upon him?
Contemplating this possibility, Chen Qi couldn't help but shrug his shoulders, trembling slightly.
As they observed the villagers, who clung to the lifeless bodies of their loved ones and wept bitterly, an undeniable sense of discomfort settled upon them.
They were all human beings, yet the Heavenly Fate Organization had treated those individuals as mere puppets, manipulating them like marionettes. It was an utterly twisted state of affairs.
Qiao Mu shook her head in disappointment. "If only they had been more cautious from the start."
She, having maintained her vigilance from the outset, might not have fallen prey to the deceptions of an elderly schemer like the village chief.
"Arrange for someone to provide them with comfort," Mo Lian suggested, squeezing Qiao Mu's small hand as they both gazed up at the towering Red Clouds Peak.
Having persevered through the trials and tribulations of the night, dawn was now breaking.
The Red Clouds Peak before them appeared to be bathed in pristine ivory-white light, radiating an ethereal, pure brilliance.
Steamy clouds and wisps of white fog enveloped the surroundings.
The peaks were faintly discernible, or perhaps more aptly, they resembled a young maiden veiled in white, exuding an elegant and graceful aura.
Red Clouds Peak stood as the central summit, towering over twelve others.
A silvery waterfall cascaded from the lofty heights like a galloping herd of a thousand horses, its thunderous rumble echoing in the distance.
"Swoosh, swoosh!" Before Qiao Mu could react, the two birds eggs burst forth from the paradise with palpable excitement, leaping and fluttering as they made a beeline for the waterfall.
