vrcanaries Chapter 327 Rescue
Chapter 327 Rescue
"Set off immediately, don't delay"
Zhou Tianxuan stroked the crystal bow, "We have to get the Siren to the observatory before next month's festival."
When the sound of horse hooves finally faded away, Gu Yang climbed out of the mud.
"Damn it, I almost got caught. Where did these people come from? No, we must find some external help." Gu Yang wiped the blood foam from the corner of his mouth.
He took one last look at the direction where the prison van disappeared, then turned and ran towards Waterdeep.
At the same time, Zhou Tianxuan was sitting in the carriage wiping the non-existent dust off the crystal bow.
The deputy general carefully brought the black crystal and said, "General, the soul extraction is complete."
"Very good." Zhou Tianxuan suddenly used the bowstring to draw across the surface of the crystal, and a wisp of black air was immediately sucked into the bow.
In a dimension invisible to everyone, a tiny crack on the bow arm is slowly healing.
He looked towards the royal capital with a dark and unclear look in his eyes.
At the end of this month, when the star power is at its strongest, this "Sky Star Bow" will be completely repaired.
By then, whether it was the elder prince in the deep palace or the aging father in the ancestral temple...
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Gu Yang's feet barely touched the ground, his spiritual energy surged through his meridians, and every step he took left a deep footprint on the muddy road.
He tightly grasped two high-grade spirit stones in his hands, his knuckles turning white from the force. The lustrous luster of the spirit stones dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye, transforming into strands of pure spiritual power that flowed into his dantian.
"Faster..."
He clenched his teeth, the wind whistled in his ears, and the scenery on both sides became blurred.
The journey that originally took two hours was compressed into half an hour by him.
When he rushed into Waterdeep, the scene before him made his heart sink.
There were cries and screams in the town, and the streets were filled with a faint smell of blood.
Several strong men hurried past carrying a corpse wrapped in a straw mat. Dark red liquid seeped from the corner of the mat and dripped onto the ground, leaving a glaring trail.
The women huddled in the corner, hugging their children and sobbing, while the old people sat on the doorstep, their cloudy eyes full of confusion.
"Still... I couldn't save everyone..."
Gu Yang's fists were clenched so tightly that they made a creaking sound. His nails dug deep into his palms, but he felt no pain.
They defeated the Deep Sea King, but the evil formation still claimed the lives of many innocent people.
What made him even more worried was that Hu Qing was kidnapped by that group of mysterious people and his life or death was unknown.
"Now is not the time to blame yourself!"
He took a deep breath, suppressed his surging emotions, and with a flash of his body, he rushed towards Sima Mansion.
The vermilion lacquered gate of Sima Mansion was half open, and the servants inside were in a hurry, going in and out carrying medicinal herbs and water.
As soon as Gu Yang stepped into the courtyard, he saw Sima Xingzhe supporting the haggard Zhao and walking slowly.
Zhao's face was pale and her steps were unsteady, obviously she had not fully recovered yet.
"Brother Gu! Did you find the source of the disease and solve it?"
Sima Xingzhe raised his head, surprise flashing in his eyes, and hurried forward to bow, "Thanks to you, my mother is safe and sound!"
Gu Yang forced a smile and nodded: "I'm glad Madam Sima is okay."
Sima Xingzhe sighed, his brow furrowed. "But many of the people in this town haven't recovered yet, and quite a few have already... Alas, I was planning to take some servants with me to administer medicine and treat them, hoping to salvage some of their condition."
Gu Yang was silent for a moment.
He knew that this was not a disease at all, but the Deep Sea King's evil formation that devoured the people's flesh, blood and essence.
But the truth is too cruel, and telling it out will only make Sima Xingzhe more desperate.
But it’s better this way. When I first came to Shenshui Town, Sima Xingzhe was so decadent and listless. Now he is so much better and full of energy.
"Brother Sima, you are so thoughtful." He patted the other's shoulder, his tone low but firm, "Do your best, the people will remember your kindness."
Sima Xingzhe seemed to be encouraged and straightened his back: "Brother Gu, don't worry, I will do my best! Even if I don't have spiritual power, I will not forget my mission as a soldier."
Gu Yang said no more, clasped his fists and said, "I have something important to attend to. I must return to the East China Sea Camp immediately. I'll say goodbye now."
"Mr. Hu isn't coming with you? It's so late, why don't you stay and rest... Okay..."
Sima Xingzhe quickly called the housekeeper and ordered, "Quickly go and fetch Master Gu's warhorse, and prepare some dry food!"
His eyes were red. They had gone out together, and now only Gu Yang had returned. I'm afraid Hu Qing had already...
Seeing that Sima Xingzhe didn't speak, Gu Yang didn't say anything either, and waited quietly for the warhorse to be delivered.
A misunderstanding thus arose...
Soon, a jet-black horse was led to the front of the yard. Next to the saddle was a bulging cloth bag filled with dried meat and bread.
This horse is much stronger than the last time it came. It seems that Sima Mansion feeds it well.
Sima Xingzhe personally handed over a pot of water and said solemnly: "Brother Gu, have a safe journey. Don't be too sad about what happened to Mr. Hu..."
Gu Yang jumped onto the horse, gripped the reins tightly, and took one last look at Sima Xingzhe. He couldn't hear what he said, and a hint of determination flashed in his eyes.
"drive!"
The warhorse neighed and rushed out of Sima Mansion like an arrow, raising a trail of dust.
Gu Yang's figure quickly disappeared on the cobblestone road in the town, leaving only the sound of horse hooves gradually fading away in the wind.
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Hu Qing curled up in the corner of the prison van, the shadow of the iron fence cutting diagonally across his pale face.
The blood had stopped flowing from the severed left side of his body, but every time the prison van jolted, he still felt a dull pain in his stump.
He looked down at the empty sleeve and pulled a wry smile at the corner of his mouth - was this considered saving his life, or falling into a worse situation?
The soldier on the right was mechanically chewing dried meat, his left hand always pressed on the hilt of his sword;
The younger one on the left glanced at him from time to time, with wariness and a hint of subtle curiosity in his eyes.
Hu Qing had already figured out their shift pattern: they changed shifts every four hours, and after nightfall, two more people would be assigned to guard the prison van.
"drink."
The young soldier suddenly handed over a leather bag, and the clear water in the bag made a dull sound.
Hu Qing took it with his right hand and deliberately let a few drops of water flow down his chin as he swallowed.
This was a pattern he discovered on the third day: as long as he appeared weak enough, the guards' vigilance would drop.
Sure enough, the older soldier scoffed, "General, you're being too cautious with this half-dead cripple."
The prison van shook violently, and Hu Qing took the opportunity to lean back and look over the guard's shoulder.
Thirty feet behind, the black iron prison van that was as high as two stories was glowing dimly in the setting sun.
Through the gaps in the iron bars as thick as a bowl, you can see Deep Sea King nailed to the car wall by seven bone-piercing nails.
Dark red blood kept dripping down the shackles, but turned into green smoke the moment it touched the bottom of the car - it was meteorite iron engraved with runes, which was specifically designed to counter the regenerative power of the sea people.
"...He was still breathing even though his heart was shot through."
The young soldier followed his gaze and muttered, "I heard that the monster was still laughing when His Highness was extracting the soul?"
The older soldier suddenly leaped up and slammed his scabbard against the iron bars: "You want a beating?!"