Chapter 846: Chapter 826: ’7’ or...
"Someone’s coming." Hearing footsteps, Qhianqhian felt a bit flustered. She immediately grabbed Jimo Cheng and Elvis and hid under the table beneath the coffin. The table was covered with a black cloth, which added a layer of solemnity to the ice coffin resting atop it, thus providing the three a hiding spot.
Qhianqhian held Jimo Cheng’s hand and felt him trembling noticeably. Unable to speak, she could only gently pat his back.
Jimo Cheng gently reached out and embraced Qhianqhian, and Qhianqhian felt a warm liquid moistening her forehead.
At this moment, the people outside stopped in front of the Crystal Coffin, making Qhianqhian even more afraid to move. She could only do her best to comfort Jimo Cheng.
"Clan Leader, we don’t have much of these materials left, but in the clan..."
"No worries, I only considered this plan after hitting a dead end. Now that boy hit the jackpot, unexpectedly finding himself a capable granddaughter-in-law. If we can’t maintain our ranking this time, we’ll just take care of that girl." An elderly voice said, "However, this Stay-Young Elixir is ultimately secondary; what’s important is immortality." After a pause, the voice continued, "I’ve given him all the external power; gather what we can while we can."
"Yes, Clan Leader. Group A has already analyzed ninety-five percent of the materials, only a few and the ratio issues remain."
"Don’t tell that boy about this; he’s too indecisive to accomplish great things!"
"The Clan Leader is right. If he cooperated, the specimens wouldn’t have all died. Dead data isn’t as good as live ones; how can we research?"
"When will that girl become part of our family? That title of another’s is troublesome for taking action?"
The two voices gradually faded away, still talking, but the three of them could no longer listen.
Qhianqhian’s face was full of shock, mouth agape, but she had no intention to make a sound.
After there were no more footsteps, Qhianqhian carefully pulled up the black cloth and, seeing no one around, crawled out, dragging Jimo Cheng and Elvis out as well.
Looking at the despondent Jimo Cheng, she furrowed her brow and gestured towards Elvis.
Elvis nodded, and the two of them, one on each side, helped Jimo Cheng leave twice as fast as they entered.
Even when they got into the elevator, shock still lingered on their faces, and they didn’t stop until exiting the fake tree.
Qhianqhian took out her phone, dialed Fang Youyuan’s number, and handed the phone to Elvis, "Tell him where we are now."
Elvis nodded, took the phone, and after walking for about five more minutes, they stopped.
A look of shock spread over Qhianqhian’s face, "That corpse couldn’t be ’Seven,’ could it? Has it already died?"
"It shouldn’t be, right?" Elvis shook his head, face full of uncertainty.
Jimo Cheng suddenly let out a long wail to the sky, scaring the two of them, "That’s not ’Seven.’ That’s my father! My father!"
Seeing the tears on Jimo Cheng’s face, Qhianqhian was stunned, "What? Uncle?"
Clearly, although that man looked dry and thin, he was unmistakably handsome and young?
Dead so long yet not decomposed?
Wait a minute...
"Could it be me they’re talking about?" Qhianqhian twitched the corner of her mouth.
Unbelievable; they wanted to target her?
By now, the sky had darkened, and somehow on a day when it had already snowed, it began to rain mixed with snow.
Cold raindrops fell on the three of their faces.
After a moment of silence, Qhianqhian said, "Let’s wait for Senior Brother. We’ll think about these things when we get back." Struggling to suppress the anger in her heart, her face exuded a calmness that was hard to express.
"Let’s go." Looking at the completely dazed Jimo Cheng, staring at the sky as though not knowing what to do, Qhianqhian sighed and reached out to grab his arm.
Elvis supported his other arm, with a look of helplessness on his face. What could he say in such a situation?
Waiting by the roadside didn’t take long before seeing a car swiftly approaching, coming to a precise stop in front of the three of them.
Qhianqhian looked at Elvis, "You sit in the front. I’ll take care of Senior Brother."
Elvis hesitated for a moment, helping Qhianqhian into the car with Jimo Cheng before opening the passenger door.
"What happened to Jin Nian?" Fang Youyuan, seeing the obviously dumbfounded Jimo Cheng, furrowed his brows tightly, the smile on his face disappearing in an instant.
He directly reached out and grabbed Elvis by the neck.
"Senior Brother, let go," Qhianqhian quickly stopped Fang Youyuan’s action, "It’s not his fault. If he were involved, would he still be with us?"
Fang Youyuan paused for a moment but nodded, releasing Elvis. However, his gaze towards Elvis remained wary.
"He’s got an injury on his face," Qhianqhian said to alleviate the tense atmosphere, sensing why Fang Youyuan was so intense, "I’ve seen it."
Hearing Qhianqhian’s words, Fang Youyuan nodded, exhaled a sigh of relief, and started the car, "What happened to him?"
"He’s been traumatized," Qhianqhian said after a moment of silence, "We’ll have to wait for him to explain; I’m not sure myself..."
Aside from knowing that the man in the ice coffin was Jimo Cheng’s father, they knew nothing else.
Upon arriving at Han Moxuan, Jimo Cheng still showed no signs of waking up, and Fang Youyuan frowned, "Jin Yuee, did you bring your ID card?"
Qhianqhian was taken aback for a moment, then nodded.
Fang Youyuan nodded, started the car again, and headed directly to the nearest hotel. Upon reaching the parking lot, he said, "Wait here, Jin Yuee, come with me."
Saying that, he got out of the car, and Elvis did not object, merely nodded.
Qhianqhian followed Fang Youyuan upstairs, booking two adjoining rooms.
Then they returned to the parking lot. Looking at Jimo Cheng, Fang Youyuan sighed, "I’ll take him up."
"I’ll help too. Leaving him like this isn’t right," Elvis said, helping Jimo Cheng out of the car, his face full of helplessness.
Fang Youyuan nodded.
Once inside the room, Fang Youyuan sent Qhianqhian back to her room to shower, "I’ll bring you some clothes later; for now, just use the bathrobe."
Qhianqhian nodded, giving a worried glance at the almost drunkenly oblivious Jimo Cheng, leaving with a worried expression.
Fang Youyuan looked at Elvis, "You go wash up first; I’ll go downstairs to buy clothes. What size do you need?"
Elvis gave his size, motioning to the sitting-in-a-daze Jimo Cheng, "What about him?"
"He’s not a child; he doesn’t need watching," Fang Youyuan shook his head, picking up the room card and turning to leave.
Elvis sighed and turned towards the bathroom.
Qhianqhian changed into the clothes Fang Youyuan brought her and immediately headed to the adjacent room, seeing Jimo Cheng still sitting there, "What’s wrong with Senior Brother?"
Even his hair was dripping wet.
Fang Youyuan pointed to the bathroom and looked at the sitting Elvis, "Go dry your hair, don’t catch a cold."
Qhianqhian was taken aback but obediently went to the bathroom, recalling how Jimo Cheng had gently dried her hair, feeling a wave of sadness.
