Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 800: The Fuluo Royal Family’s lineage continues, hard to quell my deep hatred

Chapter 800: Chapter 800: The Fuluo Royal Family’s lineage continues, hard to quell my deep hatred

As the Underworld King uttered those words, every puppet god in the great hall revealed understanding expressions, eyeing the crimson blood around the Underworld King’s lips with a hint of worry.

Yama reached out to place his hand on the Underworld King’s back, ready to channel Puppet Power.

Sensing his intentions, the Underworld King quickly avoided it and said in a deep voice, "No need."

He sat upright, extended his arm under the watchful eyes of the puppet gods, and gripped a swathe of Evil Qi in the emptiness of the hall.

The Evil Qi flew in from outside the hall, that dense black mist contained great power and released a familiar aura.

Before the puppet gods could perceive it, the Underworld King had already absorbed all the Evil Qi. The pallor of his face was significantly reduced.

Yama frowned, "Did something happen in the Human Realm?"

Only if his life were truly in danger would the Underworld King be affected like this.

Catching Yama’s concern, the Underworld King waved his hand, "It doesn’t matter. Let’s continue."

The highest god in the Netherworld, the Beiyin Emperor, was in seclusion for cultivation. All matters of the Netherworld, even to those of Fengdu, were pressed upon the Underworld King alone. The border between the Human Realm and the Netherworld was becoming increasingly frail, so he had to be very cautious, lest he make a mistake.

Human Realm.

Inside an upper-level office at the criminal investigation bureau.

As soon as Hei Bae finished his words, Qin Ruan felt a surge of power being drawn from her body.

She instinctively rolled up her sleeve to reveal a shortened red line on the inside of her arm.

A life span of less than a year was now only a few months.

Qin Ruan looked up at the black and white envoy, her lips curling with a certain meaning, "Is it that the Witch Clan schemed to have Li Xuemei kill me, the key point that the Underworld King did not want you to mention?" she asked with certainty.

"Yes——"

Bae and his comrade bowed their heads to Qin Ruan, answering truthfully.

When they arrived, the Underworld King had instructed them to be honest with Qin Ruan when they could no longer hide the truth.

It’s not easy fooling Qin Ruan, the Underworld King was bound to suffer a little. The backlash was no fun.

"Knock, knock..."

The office door was knocked on once again.

As soon as the door was knocked, the person outside pushed it open and walked in.

As Lu Han stepped into the room, an icy chill surrounded him.

He instinctively shivered, complaining, "Why is it so cold, is the heating broken?"

Qin Ruan watched Lu Han enter with a somewhat amused gaze, watching him pass right through the bodies of the black and white envoys.

With a small laugh, she spoke, "Has Young Master Lu forgotten what I do?"

Lu Han froze in his tracks, his face turning pale. The chill of the room seeped into his very bones, causing his blood to freeze.

Both astonished and afraid, it felt like he was trapped in an icy cellar, his body rigid and unmoving.

Lu Han twitched a corner of his mouth, his voice trembled, "Is... is there something in this room?"

Qin Ruan’s eyes curved into a crescent, "Indeed. Young Master Lu just had several seconds of merging experience with the envoys from the Netherworld."

Lu Han shivered violently, wishing he could escape from the room.

The next moment, he dashed behind Qin Ruan.

Only by standing beside her did Lu Han feel somewhat secure.

He gritted his teeth, staring resentfully at Qin Ruan, "Why didn’t Mrs. Three remind me?"

Thinking about his body touching the soul of the Ghost Envoy, Lu Han felt a chill creeping over him. His body temperature dropped, with visible panic in his eyes.

Qin Ruan turned to look at him, shrugging, "Young Master Lu didn’t give me the chance."

Lu Han wore an expression similar to having eaten shit, bearing both respect and fear for those unknown things.

Knowing that he was scared and yet didn’t run away suggested he had some crucial business.

Qin Ruan asked, "Did you finish dealing with the Tianxing Team?"

While Lu Han’s eyes swept around the office like searching for something, he answered, "They’re on their way."

Qin Ruan nodded and stood up, her tone casual and relaxed, "Then I don’t need to get involved with what happens next. The Netherworld will send the Ghost Envoys to communicate with the Tianxing Team, Shao Xujie will be unharmed."

Upon hearing that Qin Ruan was leaving, Lu Han abandoned all pretenses of fear, "What about Li Xuemei?"

"She can’t be here. The Ghost Envoy from the Netherworld will pass on the details of Li Xuemei’s murder to the people of the Tianxing Team."

Lu Han felt this a bit unreliable and suggested, "Anyway, there’s no rush, maybe you could wait until this is over, and I’ll escort Mrs. Three home personally?"

Meeting his worried gaze, Qin Ruan looked him up and down, curling her lips, "So this is your lack of faith in the Tianxing Team or the Netherworld?"

"Neither." Lu Han answered calmly, "There’s always some uncertainty towards unseen entities and uncontrollable individuals. I only trust Mrs. Three."

Whether or not the last sentence was genuine, it was patently a compliment to Qin Ruan.

Everybody likes compliments, and Qin Ruan was no exception.

Having been busy since last night, not only had she not gained a hint of Evil Qi, but she had also learned of the Witch Clan’s murderous intent towards her.

Qin Ruan’s mood wasn’t great, nor did she want to continue following the case.

Under her gaze, Lu Han didn’t avert his eyes. He looked straightforward and honest.

Qin Ruan found her mood slightly lifted, "How long before the Tianxing Team arrives?"

"If they’re fast, twenty minutes. If they’re slow, half an hour."

Qin Ruan returned to her office chair, put her leg up on the desk, her posture relaxed and casual, a wild abandon subtly radiating from her.

"Then I’ll wait another half hour. If they’re overdue, I won’t."

"I’ll hurry them!"

Lu Han spun around at her words, charging towards the exit.

Halfway through, he inexplicably felt a surge of coldness, causing goosebumps to rise on his body.

Thinking about the unseen entities still present in the room, Lu Han clenched his teeth and stuck to the wall, almost walking out the door.

Qin Ruan was aware of Lu Han’s apprehension towards the puppet gods, but she pretended not to notice his cautious demeanor.

...

Huo Mansion.

Huo Yirong was roused by pain, the aching sensation in all his limbs was unbearable, he woke up frowning.

What he saw was the familiar decor of his bedroom.

Murmurs of conversation reached his ears, and a strong smell of blood making him nauseous wafted through the air.

His head was foggy, his body couldn’t move, and he couldn’t even turn his head.

Huo Yirong’s eyes were dark and gloomy. When he opened his mouth to speak, all that came out was a hoarse whisper.

The conversation in the room abruptly stopped.

"Second Master, you’re awake!"

Gongsun Yibo was the first to approach the bedside and enter Huo Yirong’s line of sight.

Huo Yirong opened his mouth to speak, but the air flooding his mouth seemed to intensify the disgusting taste of blood.

His handsome face was filled with a shade of unendurable suffering, the whites of his eyes covered in red veins. "What happened?"

His voice was rough, as though he was broken.

Gongsun Yibo sat on the freshly cleaned bed and held down Huo Yirong’s struggling body.

He spoke in a soothing voice, "You were ambushed last night...you’re okay now. Rest and recover properly. It’s best not to make any violent movements, otherwise it will cause your body’s Poisonous Insect to feel threatened."

The events of last night replayed in his mind, dark clouds gathering on Huo Yirong’s face, his normally striking face now twisted and sinister, sending a chill down one’s spine.

His hand lying underneath the quilt could not even form a fist, his whole body emanating an enraged aura without restraint.

Gongsun Yibo knew that the current situation would be hard for him to accept: "It will be fine, this is only temporary."

"The royal family of Fuluo Country, I won’t forget this debt!"

Huo Yirong’s lips pulled up into a brutal, sinister curve, his voice like a malevolent puppet crawling from hell, filled with a bloodthirsty murderous intent.

Without a bloody recompense, how could he swallow this humiliation?

Gongsun Yibo lifted an eyebrow, taking delight in others’ misfortune: "Last night, the newly born little prince from Fuluo King’s favorite consort died en route to the hospital, and this morning the crown prince died in a car crash."

A confusion appeared on Huo Yirong’s bloodless face, quickly replaced with surprise and realization.

The corners of his lips curled into a cold, emotionless smile: "Was it the third brother’s doing?"

Gongsun Yibo did not respond but nodded in affirmation.

The hint of warmth returned to Huo Yirong’s smile.

He lay weakly on the bed, seeming harmless, but the words he uttered incited fear.

"But this is just the beginning, the heirs of Fuluo’s royal family are plentiful and my hatred is deep-rooted."

For nearly thirty years, this was the first time Huo Yirong felt the powerlessness of his life being siphoned away, bit by bit.

This made him feel exceptionally irritable and angry, and could only find solace in bloodshed.

Gongsun Yibo knew Master Huo was a man who would take revenge for the slightest grievance, and worried about his health due to the sudden awakening after such a large anger. He tried to comfort him, "Master Huo, I presume you were recently implanted with a life-threatening sun-dissolving Gu. It’s not good for your health to be too emotional. You need to recuperate calmly."

Huo Yirong looked at Gongsun Yibo with a ruthless gaze, suppressing the resentment welling in his heart: "Can I recover in a month?"

Gongsun Yibo chuckled and shook his head, purposefully lowering his voice and smoothing out his tone: "In a month, you might be able to get out of bed."

Upon hearing this, Huo Yirong closed his eyes abruptly, letting out an obscenity.

The formerly arrogant Master Huo now lay immobile on the bed, and oddly, to Gongsun Yibo, he was more tolerable this way.

He reached out his hand, suppressing a laugh, and placed his hand on Huo Yirong’s chest, as if to feel the Gu worm through his warm skin.

"Master Huo, you will need to drink the blood of the therapist provided by the Huo family every day."

At this, Huo Yirong abruptly opened his eyes.

Recalling the sweet and metallic taste from when he first woke up, his eyes were filled with rejection and revulsion.

"I have to drink it every day?" His voice strained with displeasure.

Gongsun Yibo nodded: "Every day."

Huo Yirong’s already fierce face twisted even more: "Is there no other treatment method?"

The thought of having to drink someone else’s blood daily churned his stomach, the feeling of nausea threatening to surge up again.

Gongsun Yibo pointed a finger at his chest: "If you want to live, this is the only way."

Huo Yirong felt the small amount of force on his fingertip. To him, it used to be a trivial amount of strength, but now it was enough to cause him severe pain. It felt as if something was gnawing at his heart.

He conceded and asked weakly, "For how long do I have to do this?"

Gongsun Yibo, the family head, withdrew his hand, a smug look on his face. After all, it was not common to see Master Huo in such a state.

"At least half a year. Once the life-ending sun-dissolving Gu is implanted, it is very difficult to remove. That is, unless it is mating season, in which the yin-dissolving Gu can lure it out."

"Isn’t there any other way?"

Huo Yirong’s raspy voice still persisted, indicating that he would not be able to fully recover anytime soon.

Gongsun Yibo remained silent, gazing at the shockingly pale yet still beautiful face.

A Gu Master from the Gongsun Family stepped forward, addressing the incapacitated Huo Yirong, "There is one more method, Master Huo. You could mate with the therapist who has been implanted with the yin-dissolving Gu."

When the hosts merge, the Fatal Sun Decay Gu and the Yin Decay Gu in their bodies will become restless. Once they are controlled by desire, they will want to leave the host’s body."

Upon hearing this, Huo Yirong’s face contorts slightly.

He glares at Gongsun Yibo who is sitting next to him, his voice chillingly cold, "Head of the Gongsun Family?"

If there were a quick solution, he would naturally wish to free himself from his current state, paralyzed in bed as if he were a cripple.

Gongsun Yibo gazes deeply at him, "This method has only a fifty percent certainty. It’s uncertain whether it will lure out the Sun Decay Gu and Yin Decay Gu.

Of course, if Second Master wishes to try, it’s not a problem. After all, even if this method fails, it won’t cause any damage."

Huo Yirong squints slightly, coldly asking, "Where did you find the human potion?"

"A hidden guard from the Huo Family."

Huo Yirong glares at Gongsun Yibo, not pleased, "Why not find one outside?"

Every hidden guard of the Huo Family has been carefully nurtured.

It’s not that he is unwilling to let them go, but he does not understand why, out of all people, a hidden guard from the Huo Family has to be selected as the human potion.

Gongsun Yibo doesn’t hide anything and explains the strict requirements to become a human potion.

One of the conditions is that the person must be a female with a clean body.

Secondly, they must be loyal and bear any resentment even when they undergo the unbearable pain of the flesh being devoured by the Yin Decay Gu.

The first face that floats up in Huo Yirong’s mind belongs to Huo Zhi’s beautiful eyes and gorgeous face that appears attractive but is as unresponsive as wood.

Little Zhizi is the darling of the Secret Guard Department, she’s young and loyal to the Huo Family.

Of course, the masters of the Huo Family also like her, especially Huo Zhi, who was highly favored by the old master in her childhood.

The Huo family is rich in male descendants but lacking in females, aside from the old master’s beloved princess, they have no other women.

Because of their childhood companionship, Huo Yirong takes good care of Huo Zhi outside of official business.

It can’t be said that he treats her like a sister, but on account of the fondness she once aroused in the old master and their childhood memories, he looks after her to a certain extent.

With a sullen look fading from his face, the thought of Huo Zhi enduring such physical torture brings a mix of complex emotions for Huo Yirong.

Could this be a way of repaying her for saving his life back in the Witch Clan?

He sighs softly, tone softening, "Is Huo Zhi in unbearable pain? If there’s a way to lessen the pain, try to make it easier for her. As for the method that only has a fifty percent chance of working, forget it."

If it were someone else serving as the human potion, he might give it a try.

Not Huo Zhi, they had grown up together since childhood.

The thought of doing it with her mentally unnerves him, causing an indescribable discomfort.

"Huo Zhi?" The Family Head of Gongsun was taken aback, "Huo Zhi was taken away by Third Master last night."

Ignoring the pain in his body, Huo Yirong frowns, "Isn’t the human potion Huo Zhi?"

"No, of course not. Her body is not suitable to be a human potion."

"Then who is it?"

"Song Qing."

Huo Yirong squints, "Her--"

Mentioning Song Qing, Gongsun Yibo’s eyes shine brightly, a light of desire twinkling in their depths, "Song Qing’s body is top-tier. Both her blood and physique make her an excellent choice for a human potion. She is... "

Before Gongsun Yibo could fully express his desire for Song Qing, Huo Yirong interrupts him, "Where is Song Qing now?"

Without showing any displeasure at being interrupted, Gongsun Yibo points to the wall behind him, "To appease the Fatal Sun Decay Gu in your body, she was arranged to stay in the room next door."

Lying in his bed, Huo Yirong half-closes his eyes, a calculating light flashing in his dark depths.

If the human potion is Song Qing, his previous concerns seem to have faded.

After some time, Huo Yirong lifts his gaze again, his dark eyes focusing on Gongsun Yibo, "What did the Huo family promise Song Qing for becoming the human potion?"