Chapter 1130: How could a joke turn into reality? (2/2)

Long Feiye and Gu Beiyue should have been able to offer explanations, but both of them stayed mum and allowed Han Yunxi to interrogate them. Long Feiye had promised Gu Qishao to stay quiet, while Gu Beiyue knew Gu Qishao didn’t want to publicize his own matters. Even when they went to the maze, Gu Qishao had simply told him it was enough to trap Bai Yanqing once they found it. That way, his secret would stay safe.

None of them explained themselves because they knew Han Yunxi was only feeling miserable. She didn’t truly blame them. After yelling a few times, Han Yunxi soon quieted down until...tears streamed down her face. She looked at the fresh blood staining her palms as teardrops dripped to the ground. Long Feiye didn’t comfort her, but turned aside to stare elsewhere. His heart was heavy.

In the silent room, the rotten stench rose in the air, making it more and more uncomfortable. But none of the four figures present paid it any attention, much less acknowledge their dangerous situation.

Gu Qishao’s dead? Gone?

Han Yunxi didn’t believe it, but her bloodstained hands were already turning blurry in her vision. She couldn’t find any reasons to refute the truth. Silent tears poured down her face while Long Feiye and the rest remained solemn and mute. Ironically, it was this very silence that alerted them to an obvious noise in the room.

Tong, tong, tong…

Long Feiye was the first to discover the sound and quickly brought Han Yunxi out of the room. He gave a look to Gu Beiyue and Tang Li, who also noticed the oddity. It seemed to be coming from below them. Han Yunxi sensed it as well but only gave it a cursory glance. She buried her face in Long Feiye’s chest, unable to think any further. All she wanted was to sleep. Perhaps she’d wake up to find everything a dream instead with everyone still all right.

Tang Li listened closely before he muttered, “It’s not the sound of a switch, but someone knocking against a surface.”

“There’s another room beneath us?” Long Feiye grew doubtful.

If that was the case, the person could be Bai Yanqing or one of their own people!

Who could it be?

No way, Ning Jing?

Tang Li quickly went to look for a secret switch. He had only inspected the four walls, but forgot all about the floor. It took him massive effort before he found it. The switch was in the same of the eight-trigrams, so he muttered, “Big bro, come help me.”

Long Feiye didn’t budge, but Gu Beiyue drew close. The former was still focused on the depressed Han Yunxi, who watched them work woodenly. Tang Li wiped away the blood on the ground and saw the full diagram revealed: that of a yin-yang symbol mixed with the eight trigrams. The two dots in the yin-yang formed the switch. He and Gu Beiyue both pressed a button lightly, causing the two halves of the yin-yang to break apart between them. Below was none other than a small hole, only big enough to fit one to two people.

They saw none other than…

...than Gu Qishao, crouched on the floor as he grinned up at them. Both Tang Li and Gu Beiyue grew dumbfounded at the sight, too thrilled to speak. Tang Li whipped his head at his brother and sister-in-law, doing nothing but smiling!

“Is it Ning Jing?” Long Feiye asked.

Tang Li shook his head. Although it wasn’t Ning Jing, seeing Gu Qishao still made him very happy.

Not Ning Jing? Could it be?

“Gu Qishao?” Han Yunxi exclaimed.

At her words, Gu Qishao leaped out of the hole, dressed in tattered white inner robes. They were less white and more sanguine from all the bloodstains, and his body was covered in cuts. Not a place on his skin was free from injury, and it was obvious that he’d taken a beating by the knives. Still, he stood there the same as always, grinning like a flower as he chuckled, “Poison lass, did you think Qi gege died? Tsk tsk tsk, dying would be worth it if I got a few of your tears in exchange!”

Han Yunxi gaped at him before rubbing her eyes for a better look. She was afraid she was seeing things and that this was all fake!

Little Qi didn’t die!

Long Feiye only silently exhaled in relief, but he was already outwardly rolling his eyes.

Meanwhile, Gu Qishao came close enough to see Han Yunxi’s red-rimmed, puffy eyes and began to fret. “Poison lass, Qi gege’s perfectly fine. I can’t die! Don’t cry for real!”

He prepared to wipe away Han Yunxi’s tears with a blood-soaked sleeve, but was quickly kicked aside by Long Feiye.

Long Feiye would never admit that he had a heavy heart a few moments ago. Coldly he asked, “Where’s Bai Yanqing? How did you end up shut down there?”

Han Yunxi was both happy and pained as she surveyed Gu Qishao’s injuries from head to toe. “Little Qi,” she croaked, “It hurts a lot, doesn’t it?”