Sacrifice
"This Mu Chunsheng's heart is truly ruthless..."
In the venue, Chen Ling, draped in a Great Crimson Theatrical Robe, eavesdropped on everything happening in the office and couldn't help but sigh.
Regarding Mu Chunsheng's son, Chen Ling had some impression. He was a young man with a peaceful and elegant temperament, completely the opposite extreme of Li Ruohong. Every time Chen Ling saw him, he would quietly stand behind Mu Chunsheng, pushing his wheelchair, wiping his sweat, and acting as an assistant without the slightest complaint.
In terms of status, he was the crown prince of the Beidou Consortium, but his figure was rarely seen in the newspapers, let alone any lace news of playboy extravagance... In Chen Ling's impression, he was more like a silent filial son, acting as a Walking Stick behind Mu Chunsheng.
And now, Mu Chunsheng only hesitated for two seconds before demanding his life, personally Sacrificing his own flesh and blood in exchange for a healthy body.
Calculating the time, Li Ruohong should also be arriving soon...
...
"Quick! Let me in!!"
At this moment, Zhong Qi was in Mu Chunsheng's office. Although there was security at the door, they still couldn't stop the crazed Li Ruohong. Due to the other party's status, they couldn't use force either, and could only have several people chase after him and dash into the house together.
"Young Master Ruohong! You can't go up!"
"Chairman Mu is meeting guests, no one is allowed to disturb him!"
"Damn it! If you guys don't let me pass, everyone is going to die!! Do you know what the f*cking situation is right now?!" Li Ruohong was completely frantic, not caring about any rules at all. Relying on his head, he forcefully bulldozed his way past the stairs and charged straight to the door of Mu Chunsheng's office.
He pushed the door with both hands, shouting at the same time:
"Uncle! Something big has happened outside!! We've already been..."
Before Li Ruohong finished speaking, seeing the scene in front of him, he suddenly froze in place.
In the dim office, shockingly red blood covered the tiles. Mu Haowen, covered in blood, was lying in the center of a bizarre array drawn with fresh blood, his head already split in two. On the wheelchair stained with a pool of blood, an aged face that looked as if it were stitched together was silently looking down at the corpse at his feet.
Two figures draped in black robes stood on each side of the array, seemingly preparing something. Seeing Li Ruohong suddenly barge in at this moment, a look of astonishment flashed in their eyes.
"Hao... Haowen..." Li Ruohong was dumbfounded. He looked at the purgatory-like scene in front of him, as if dreaming.
Mu Chunsheng's brows furrowed tightly, and he shouted in a low, angry voice:
"Li Ruohong, what are you doing??"
Mu Chunsheng's anger made Li Ruohong shudder. He abruptly snapped back to reality and stammered,
"Uncle... It's [Floating Life Painting]! No, it's that Police Bureau Chief Wang Jincheng! He already knew the background of these two people and has been secretly monitoring us for a long time!! Now the entire manor has been secretly surrounded by people from [Floating Life Painting], ready to capture us at any moment!!"
"What did you say??"
Mu Chunsheng and the two Wuji Domain spies were all shocked. The former immediately asked in return:
"Li Ruohong, are you sure?!"
"I'm sure! Of course I'm sure! He threatened me right to my face!" Li Ruohong stomped his feet anxiously, "He said there were too many people in the venue and didn't want to blow things up, so he specially asked me to come and pass a message. He said that if we give up resisting, he can handle it leniently..."
At this moment, everyone's expressions completely changed. Feijia and Six Claws exchanged a glance, their eyes as cold as frost.
They knew very well in their hearts that they absolutely couldn't fall into the hands of [Floating Life Painting], nor could they actively give up resisting and surrender... If this place was really surrounded by [Floating Life Painting], relying solely on the two of them, it would be very difficult to break through the blockade and leave.
Mu Chunsheng sensed the solemnity of the two, then glanced at the corpse on the ground, and his heart also rose into his throat,
"You two..."
"Chairman Mu, please rest assured." Feijia spoke in a deep voice, "No matter what, we will first restore your health... This is the Wuji Domain's promise to you. Even if we cannot escape this calamity, others will contact you later. Please be sure to lend a helping hand when the time comes."
Hearing that the two could still continue completing the ritual, Mu Chunsheng breathed a slight sigh of relief in his heart. He was deeply afraid that he had killed his son, but an accident happened and he couldn't restore his health; that would be absolutely terrible.
"Please rest assured, you two. I, Mu, will do what I say."
Mu Chunsheng turned his head to look at Li Ruohong, "Don't bother with the rest. Find a room next door and stay there. Don't run anywhere."
"...Okay, okay."
Li Ruohong swallowed his saliva, his face pale as he backed out of the room. He didn't dare to ask what happened to Mu Haowen. Even as dense as he was, he could sense that some extremely secretive things were happening in that room. If he meddled even a little bit, his fate probably wouldn't be much different from Mu Haowen's.
With Li Ruohong's departure, the door to the room closed again. Six Claws pushed aside a corner of the curtain, glanced at the dark, cloudy sky, his face as gloomy as water.
"[Floating Life Painting]... I'd like to see what capabilities these Path of the Arts practitioners have."
"Hurry up." Feijia said in a deep voice, "Since they sent Li Ruohong to persuade us to surrender, it shows that they also don't want to blow things up. As long as Li Ruohong doesn't appear in their field of vision, we should still be able to delay for a short period of time... We must complete the ritual before they completely lose patience and make a move against us."
Feijia took a deep breath and slowly pressed his palm onto the blood-colored Markings drawn on the ground. The Markings formed of fresh blood emitted a dark red light, covering the entire room in a mysterious halo.
Low, obscure murmurs, like the whispers of demons, lingered in every corner of the room.
Mu Haowen's corpse lying on the ground was being decomposed little by little in this red light, extending towards Mu Chunsheng on the wheelchair like an octopus made of flesh and blood...
...
The drizzle in the sky gradually stopped. On the moist and fresh grass, the numerous guests had basically all arrived.
The four major consortia, various political figures, and top-tier stars were all gathered in the bustling and luxurious venue at this moment, intertwining cups and talking cheerfully...
A top-tier female star under the Beidou Consortium, wearing a white dress, smiled and walked to the center of the Stage at the venue. With her stepping onto the Stage, the originally noisy crowd gradually quieted down. They knew this birthday banquet was about to officially begin.
"Welcome everyone as guests of the Beidou Consortium, attending our Chairman Mu's birthday banquet. I am today's host, Pei Caicai..."
A voice as gentle as a spring breeze drifted above the venue. In front of the Stage, Huang Suyue, who hadn't been in for long, held a goblet, looking around absentmindedly as if searching for something.
At the same time.
In the corridor, a red-clothed figure put away the Walkie-talkie and walked straight towards the direction of the venue in the breeze.
"Brother Lin, what are we going to do next?" Li Qingshan asked from behind.
Chen Ling looked up at the sky where wind and clouds were stirring, then glanced at the private residence that was as quiet as dead water. A storm sweeping across two Realms was brewing in his eyes. The corners of his mouth hooked up into a faint smile,
"Next, it's time to sing them a grand play..."