Chapter 876: Chapter 856: No Such Person Found!
As Luo Qianqian squinted her eyes to enjoy the freshness of the new morning, she heard a muffled groan.
The three of them turned their heads in unison to see the woman, who had been silent a moment ago, now bleeding from the corners of her mouth. She looked at Luo Qianqian with eyes full of resentment, opened her mouth, spit out a segment of something, and then collapsed backward, a hint of relief in her eyes.
Gazing at the mutilated, bloody thing, Luo Qianqian was still in a daze when she heard Qin Nuan’s trembling voice: "Could that be... a tongue?"
Luo Qianqian swallowed, her gaze fixed on the thing, and in the next second, the two of them hugged each other tightly.
This is a society ruled by law, how could such a thing happen???
Diwu Yan appeared calm, simply crouching to check the woman’s breath before standing up and looking at Luo Qianqian: "Pack your things, I’ll take you to a different place."
Luo Qianqian and Qin Nuan returned to their room without hesitation, packed, then with eyes closed, walked around the woman, following behind Diwu Yan.
At this moment, Diwu Lan also rushed over, and Diwu Yan handed Luo Qianqian and Qin Nuan to Diwu Lan: "Take them next door, seal this place off."
Diwu Lan quickly agreed.
Watching the three leave, Diwu Yan’s eyes narrowed as he returned to the courtyard. No breath, correct, pulse extremely faint, but not enough to pronounce someone truly dead.
Did they really think Diwu Yan had lived these years in vain?
He casually drew a cloth bag from his chest, took out several silver needles, and quickly pierced the woman a few times, then smirked coldly, ordering her to be taken away on a stretcher.
He looked at the woman with an inexplicable expression, pondering in his eyes.
Normally, he would suspect Gongyang Chou, especially since yesterday’s incident was still fresh.
But if this person dared to commit suicide in such a painful, self-destructive way? Then it certainly wasn’t, not for any other reason, just because the Gongyang Family lacked that kind of courage.
Risk offending the Diwu Family just to kill Luo Qianqian?
Not worth risking the life and death of a whole family.
This point added even more layers of suspicion.
After settling Luo Qianqian and Qin Nuan, Diwu Lan hurried over, his face slightly solemn: "Brother..."
"Hmm?" Looking at the expression on Diwu Lan’s face, Diwu Yan slightly furrowed his brow.
Diwu Lan said, "That woman wasn’t one of our arranged service staff, nor was she from here."
A person who couldn’t even be traced?
Slightly nodding, no discernible emotion showed on Diwu Yan’s face, but it was tinged with a bit of seriousness: "In the next drawing, give Luo Qianqian a bye in the first round."
Among thirteen families, there must be a bye.
Diwu Lan silently nodded.
When Luo Qianqian and Qin Nuan stood on the field, a trace of nervousness finally surfaced in their hearts.
The field was located underground, the lighting provided by high-beam lights was intensely bright, painful to the eyes, like staring into the sun.
The space was about the size of one and a half football fields, but divided into two areas with four stages. A primary stage stood at the center, surrounded by cameras capturing every action on the stage, projecting it on large screens around.
Three smaller stages were arranged on one side of the main stage.
In contrast to the numerous cameras on the main stage, the smaller stages had only two cameras each.
The surrounding viewing areas were divided into eighteen compartments, each equipped with a player, and only the side facing the stage had glass, which was one-way, leaving everyone oblivious to who was in which compartment.
Luo Qianqian and Qin Nuan were brought into compartment number five, arching an eyebrow slightly, unconcerned with the number issue.
But inside, only Qin Nuan sat while Luo Qianqian went out.
She received a set of dark-colored Tang outfit from An Zilan, arching an eyebrow in surprise, thinking it resembled Jimo Kong’s clothes.
Except the size was different.
After changing in the dressing room, Diwu Lan styled her hair into twin buns, adorned with dark-colored tassels.
"Very beautiful." Looking at the mirror reflection of Luo Qianqian, Diwu Lan smiled. Then, with a serious expression, he pulled out a white jade pendant from his chest: "If you feel you can’t handle it, break this and throw it a little away from you. Once shattered, immediately exit the stage."
Diwu Lan’s face showed a trace of worry, even with warnings, Gongyang Chou still made a move?
If, truly disregarding Diwu Yan’s warning, he targeted Luo Qianqian for mortal harm, what if rescue didn’t arrive in time, then what?
First round... hope to eliminate him.
Thirteen people stood on the main stage, and after glancing at Luo Qianqian, Diwu Yan handed the drawing box toward the farthest side from her.
One by one they drew, and when Luo Qianqian reached, only one was left. She glanced at others’ injured red and blue number balls, and then at the golden ball in her hand, blinking in confusion, why did she feel this was a conspiracy?
"First round: Jimo Family has a bye."
Luo Qianqian was led off the stage in a daze, while the people below prepared to take the stage in groups as per their sequence.
Unfortunately, Gongyang Chou was Blue One, while opposite him was a much younger-looking man.
Luo Qianqian returned to compartment number five, where Qin Nuan was snacking, and on seeing Luo Qianqian enter, she hurriedly pulled her over, adjusting her clothes: "You’re such a challenge for someone with OCD." Clothes buttoned wrongly???
Showing her hands helplessly, her face only conveyed speechlessness.
But her eyes were already on the screen.
The screen displayed the face of the main stage. Main stage: Red One, Nangong Family’s Nangong Shang; Blue One, Gongyang Family’s Gongyang Chou.
Gongyang Chou, dressed in a white Tang outfit, moved with ethereal grace, a self-assured smile on his face.
Nangong Shang, clad in a green robe, looked uneasy as if anticipating a tense battle.
Looking at her black outfit, Luo Qianqian sneered: "Other people’s black and white might mean Tai Chi, symbiosis, but for me, it’s like water and fire!"
Qin Nuan, munching on seeds, was bustling with excitement: "Hurry up and study your opponent, what are you mumbling over there for?" Her eyes focused on the screen, unwilling to look away for even a moment.
Luo Qianqian stayed blank for a moment, then still sat beside her.
The screen had no sound, only images.
And at this moment on the main stage, after the referee stepped down, Gongyang Chou sneered, squinting his eyes: "Facing you in the first match, doesn’t it mean I can advance for free?"
Luck aside, Luo Qianqian having a bye in the first round indicated she wasn’t in the bottom rank, ensuring the Jimo Family’s safety.
In ranking matches, only those under level four in each family could participate. If a family had someone over level four, it guaranteed them a spot here, unthreatened by their position.
Nangong Shang chuckled coldly: "That’s not necessarily true!" A look of seriousness filled his expression.
Gripping a piece of wooden whip tightly, glaring at Gongyang Chou with steadfast eyes.
