Chapter 283: Awakening, Furious Rage
Damn it—no wonder it felt something was off earlier. Nan Xun had clearly gone berserk, so why didn’t she kill a couple more people? Even if she didn’t kill them, beating them half to death would’ve been fine. But no—she stopped the moment she said she would, without the slightest intention of pressing her advantage.
“Darling, you’re not lying to me, right? You’re blind and deaf? That means you can’t see anything or hear anything at all? If my voice didn’t appear directly in your head, wouldn’t you be unable to hear me either?”
Nan Xun said in a low voice, “I’m not lying. I was confused just now too. Luckily I was smart enough to make them scram in time. Otherwise, if they’d discovered me, I’d be finished.”
Of her five senses, her hearing and vision were gone. Only taste, smell, and touch remained.
Not long after killing Gong Da, Nan Xun’s vision had gone black all of a sudden—she couldn’t see a thing, and her hearing rapidly deteriorated as well.
Little Eight thought for a moment. “I get it now. Damn, you went way too hard just now. Didn’t I tell you? If you use pain-blocking too much, it affects the five senses. That burst you unleashed triggered all the hidden damage at once.”
Nan Xun pressed her lips together. “I don’t regret it. Even if I end up blind and deaf, I still had to kill Gong Da.”
Little Eight sighed. “I’m not saying you should regret it. It’s just—great, now you’re blind and deaf. How are you supposed to keep conquering the big boss like this? The road ahead is long, it’s the middle of nowhere, and you—blind and deaf—couldn’t crawl back even if you wanted to.”
Nan Xun was more optimistic than it was. Calmly, she said, “Even if I’m blind and deaf, I still have you, Little Eight.”
Little Eight, suddenly burdened with great responsibility: …
A quarter of an hour later, Nan Xun groped her way forward in the dark while Little Eight’s voice chattered nonstop in her head.
“Two steps ahead there’s a big tree. There’s a small pit under your feet—watch it. Yes, that’s it. Keep going. Watch out for the pebbles. One more step forward, there’s a small slope…”
Little Eight was on the verge of tears. Acting as a navigation system without a break was exhausting. Transmitting voice to Nan Xun from the Star Space also consumed mental energy, okay? Even if each sentence didn’t cost much, it all added up. If this kept going, it would definitely be worked to death by Nan Xun.
No one knew how long they’d been walking when Little Eight suddenly cheered in Nan Xun’s head.
“Nan Xun, Nan Xun! Someone’s coming from ahead! Wow—and there’s a carriage too!”
Then its tone changed abruptly, and it cried out, “Holy crap, this man—!”
Nan Xun immediately asked, “What’s wrong with him? Don’t tell me he’s a bandit? I’m done for, I’m done for—your sister here is beautiful as a celestial fairy. If I run into bandits, I’ll definitely be dragged back to be a bandit’s wife!”
Little Eight let out a dry laugh. “You’re overthinking it.” After a pause, it added, “He’s a super handsome guy, it’s just that… never mind. Let’s deal with the immediate problem first.”
Nan Xun hurriedly wiped the blood off her face, then stood still where she was, waiting for the man to come over.
Even though she was blind and deaf, she could feel the air in front of her shift. The man’s hand seemed to wave in front of her eyes, probably testing whether she was really blind.
Nan Xun asked Little Eight, “From his looks, is he a good person or a bad one? Can he be trusted?”
Little Eight hesitated. “…He should count as a good person.”
Nan Xun then put on what she believed was her gentlest expression and said softly, “Greetings, young master. May I borrow a place to stay for a few nights? Or perhaps you could lend me some silver so I may find an inn myself. I promise to repay you double in the future.”
As soon as she finished speaking, Nan Xun immediately asked, “What’s his reaction? What did he say?”
Little Eight replied, “He’s frowning at you, probably unable to understand how such a great beauty could be both blind and deaf. Don’t worry—he’ll take you with him. Guaranteed.”
Just as Little Eight finished speaking, Nan Xun felt someone take hold of her arm. Judging by his manner, he was likely a noble gentleman—he held her through her sleeve.
Nan Xun was led onto a carriage. She reached out to feel around and could tell it was very spacious, with soft cushions inside. Sitting there was extremely comfortable.
“Little Eight, is he staring at me the whole time? His gaze is way too blatant. Even though I’m blind, I can still feel it.”
Little Eight coughed lightly. “Because you’re beautiful. Who wouldn’t want to look at a beauty a few more times?”
When everything before your eyes is pitch black, it’s like having your eyes closed. Sleepiness comes easily. Nan Xun yawned, closed her eyes, and dozed off. Before falling asleep, she reminded Little Eight, “When the carriage enters the city, tell me, okay?”
When Nan Xun woke up again, she was lying on a bed. The young master from earlier seemed to be sitting beside her, and there were probably others in the room.
Suddenly, the man took her hand.
Nan Xun was startled and instinctively tried to pull it back.
He held on to her hand firmly, patted the back of it gently in a reassuring manner, then spread her palm and wrote words into it:
Don’t be afraid. It’s a medical examination.
The next moment, the sensation changed. A dry, aged hand lifted her eyelids to examine her pupils, then soon after pried open her ears to check them as well.
After the two exchanged a few words, the young master took Nan Xun’s hand again and wrote:
Acupuncture. Don’t move.
Nan Xun quickly nodded. “Thank you, young master. When my family comes to fetch me, we will surely reward you handsomely.”
Little Eight clicked its tongue. “His face darkened instantly. He doesn’t like hearing that.”
Nan Xun frowned slightly and said nothing more. The old physician had already begun inserting needles into her head.
By the time the acupuncture session ended, both men had left. Nan Xun couldn’t help but ask Little Eight, “Help me check—has the big boss woken up yet? It’s been at least three hours. He’s not still unconscious, is he?”
Little Eight said, “Wait a second.” Then, all of a sudden, it howled, “So scary! So scary! The big boss has completely lost it! I’ve never seen him like this before—he just plants Heart-Devouring Gu and Brain-Eating Gu without a word. Both gu at once! All the disciples are rolling on the ground, screaming in agony!”
Nan Xun let out a quiet sigh of relief. As long as he was fine, that was all that mattered.
At this very moment, Mo Ran Hall truly was, as Little Eight described, a living hell for its disciples.
The man in white stood expressionless in the center, watching as every disciple of Mo Ran Hall was tortured by the Heart-Devouring Gu and Brain-Eating Gu, suffering beyond endurance.
Gong Liu crawled toward him and kowtowed repeatedly. “My lord, Gong Liu was also opposed to executing Nineteen, but this disciple lacked the authority of Gong Da and was powerless to stop it. The moment you awoke, I immediately reported the matter to you. For this alone, I beg my lord to spare Gong Liu!”
Gong Mo Ran kicked him away and said coldly, “Were you truly powerless to stop it, or did you simply not want to?”
Hearing this, Gong Liu’s face turned even paler. He stopped begging for mercy and knelt there, enduring the pain.
“You really think that just because I taught you a bit of witchcraft and gu techniques, you’re qualified to point fingers at me? A bunch of servants—and you dared to touch my woman. Seeking death!”
