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Chuchen behind me also froze for a moment, his body stiffening. It seemed he hadn't expected Jin Ping to appear at that moment.
I asked him what we should do.
He glanced at me and suddenly yanked my clothes open, revealing my smooth skin underneath.
"Ah!" I screamed, realizing something was wrong, and quickly covered my mouth.
Jin Ping had already pushed the door open, and I didn't even dare to breathe.
Chuchen leaned in, his cold lips pressed against my skin, sucking insistently with movements that felt exaggerated and somewhat intentional.
Understanding his intention, I nestled into his embrace, not daring to move, desperately suppressing the uncomfortable sensations.
From behind came Jin Ping's laughter. "Chuchen, I didn't expect you to have such a hobby. Now I've seen it for myself. I thought you were so devoted; turns out all men are the same."
Chuchen looked up and smiled, a hint of wicked charm in his expression, his voice now noticeably hoarse.
"Jin Ping, it's not right to interrupt someone else's good fortune like this."
"Alright, I got it. The leader is still waiting for you to join him. Hurry up," Jin Ping said playfully before leaving.
As I listened to the footsteps gradually fade away, I finally let out a sigh of relief.
I climbed down from Chuchen and hurriedly adjusted my clothes.
For some reason, I felt as if another pair of eyes was watching me from the darkness.
I must be overthinking it; if someone were spying, Chuchen's abilities would definitely detect them. It must just be my imagination.
Looking up at him, I noticed the intensity in his eyes was almost burning me.
Startled, I quickly averted my gaze, not daring to meet his eyes. "Chuchen, thank you for helping me. I've been out for so long; my friends must be worried. I need to go back and find them."
But he grabbed my hand, preventing me from leaving.
"Chuchen," I called softly, and he reluctantly released my hand.
A pang of guilt twisted in my heart; I had hurt him after all.
He returned to his usual demeanor, his face expressionless as he said, "Let's go. I'll take you back; otherwise, you won't find your way."
As we arrived back at the warehouse where we had been earlier, the moment I stepped inside, something hard pressed against my waist.
"Don't move, or I'll shoot," the deep voice commanded.
Hearing the voice of the big man made me want to laugh a little.
"Alright, it's me," I replied, and only then did the gun behind me lower.
"Yan Xi, where have you been? We were about to lose our minds, and we couldn't go out looking for you," he said.
I smiled apologetically. "Sorry, big man, I just went to gather some information."
Chuchen followed me in, and it was only then that the big man noticed him.
He shot Chuchen a glare, his tone not very pleasant as he fixed his gaze on him while I spoke.
"Yan Xi, you are a married woman. You can't just follow other men like this. You need to understand that our mission today is to rescue people; you need to raise your awareness."
I could tell from his words that he misunderstood the situation. "Alright, enough of that. What about Island Master's next plan? How do we get to the dungeon? Does Island Master know where my parents are being held? When will he be back?"
These were the things I should be most concerned about; I couldn't let anything else interfere with rescuing my parents.
"No, the master only told me this step. He hasn't informed me of anything else."
In an instant, I felt the urge to find Island Master and take him down with a single shot.
It was chaotic; everywhere in the Cult of Spirits, there were dangers lurking, and I had no idea where to start looking.
I was still caught up in my thoughts when Mingyue suddenly rushed over, standing right in front of Chuchen.
She grabbed Chuchen by the collar, her expression fierce. "Do you know where the Master is?"
Chuchen stumbled back, shaking her off. "I don't know what you're talking about. I don't have a Master."
"Fine, you don't have a Master. Lingyunzi isn't your Master either; his life or death has nothing to do with you, so you don't need to worry about it anymore."
Chuchen's face changed dramatically as she grabbed Shangguan Mingyue. "What do you mean by that?"
Mingyue scoffed. "Aren't you the one who said you have no Master? Why are you so concerned about this? Just go be your big protector of the Cult of Spirits."
She didn't back down, and Chuchen grew anxious.
Seeing that Chuchen was genuinely upset, I worried he might hurt Mingyue, so I pulled him back.
"Alright, Chuchen, now is not the time for this. The Master is missing and currently untraceable. Mingyue is just eager to find him, which is why she asked you that."
His expression was somewhat bewildered; he didn't seem like someone who wouldn't care about Lingyunzi at all.
"How could the old man go missing? What on earth happened?"
I had Mingyue relay the events to Chuchen, and his face instantly darkened, falling silent.
The burly man beside us was growing increasingly anxious.
"Please, everyone, stop reminiscing and think about how to rescue the two elders!"
With Island Master not around, Chuchen was my only hope. I could only repay him later.
I stepped in front of him, struggling to find the words. "Chuchen, can you please tell me where my parents are?"
"Yan Xi, I heard about your parents being in the Cult from others; I've never even seen them myself."
Hearing his response made it clear he wasn't lying. I sank down helplessly. "What are we going to do?"
He pulled me back up. "Yan Xi, although I don't know where your parents are, I do know where the Cult of Spirits keeps their important prisoners. Do you want to come with me to check it out?"
I looked at him in surprise and asked uncertainly, "Is that possible?"
He nodded and led us to the high-security prison of the Cult of Spirits.
This prison was different; the guards were exceptionally strict. Not only were there armed sentinels stationed at every corner,
As they entered each checkpoint, both fingerprint and voice verification had to be conducted simultaneously; without either, entry was impossible.
After passing through four checkpoints, Chuchen stopped.
This was somewhat strange; not a single person was present to assist. It felt odd, creating a particularly eerie atmosphere.
Chuchen walked up to me. "Yan Xi, I know this is as far as I can go. Inside are the most dangerous prisoners. I've never been in there before, and from here on, you'll have to rely on yourselves. Everyone inside is not human. The Master is looking for me, and I can't avoid going. If I go, it will buy you some time against the Master. You must stay alert and don’t push yourself too hard, understand?"
"Thank you, Chuchen."
He had done so much for me; apart from my verbal gratitude, I couldn't find another way to express my thanks.
He squinted and smiled at me before leaving a kiss on my forehead. "Stay safe," he said, then turned to leave.
Returning to the group, I noticed that the big man was looking at me differently.
His eyes were red, the kind of red that signified anger—similar to the look of a man who had just caught his wife cheating—full of fury.
"What’s wrong with you?" I asked him.
He shot me a glare. "Gu Jinlian."
Then he turned away, refusing to look at me.
This guy really leaves me speechless with anger.
At this moment, there was no way to argue with him, so I had to endure it.
"Alright, let's figure out how to get past this obstacle first," I said.
The big man replied bluntly, "How else can we get through? We just walk over."
Before I could say anything, Mingyue shot back, "If it were that easy, what kind of high-security prison would this be? Don't be foolish."
"I think Mingyue has a point," the big man said. "Earlier, Chuchen mentioned that the people here aren't human. We need to be careful."
He scratched his head, looking a bit frustrated. "So what do you suggest? We have to get through somehow. Are we going to dig a tunnel?"
"Big man, I'm not saying we shouldn't go through; I just hope we can be cautious."
Not wanting to argue further with him, I stepped forward to examine the wooden door ahead.
The exquisite wooden door had a massive inverted swastika symbol on it.
Above the symbol was covered by a glass dome, and inside, fresh red blood flowed continuously in a cycle.
The wooden door seemed almost alive; I could even hear its breathing.
After observing for a while, I still couldn't find the entrance to the keyhole. There was no indication of how to get in.
"Yan Xi, why are you just standing there? Push the door open," the big man said, already reaching out to push the door.
I wanted to stop him, but it was too late; all I could do was hope that he wouldn't get hurt too badly.
Sure enough, he was thrown back as if electrocuted, crashing hard onto the ground and nearly unable to get up.
This wooden door was impressive; it couldn't even be touched. How strange.
The big man came over and looked at me. "Yan Xi, you can't do anything either?"
"Not necessarily; I'm looking," I replied.
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