Campus crisis

In a tall building not far from Holy Light Middle School, Yan Yemin, dressed in a long black robe, lounged lazily on a soft leopard-print sofa, his gaze occasionally glancing at the surveillance screen. "The altar is ready." A figure, also shrouded in black robes, appeared like a ghost, kneeling before Yan Yemin, his tone chilling. "Very good." A wicked smile curled at the corner of Yan Yemin's lips. On the surveillance screen, a boy with the exact same face as the prince awaited his final moment, even appearing somewhat anxious. "A Stand is indeed just a Stand." This was the comment on the figure in the surveillance screen. He had never seen the real prince. Back at the academy, he had brushed past Wan Suya; the boy's invisible kingly aura gave one a sense of satisfaction at finally finding a worthy opponent. Wan Suya, the real prince, was an unfathomable opponent, his deep eyes seeming to hold something—both delightful and repulsive! However, now Yan Yemin only needed to relax and enjoy the performance of everyone tonight. According to Sheng Ye's desired script: The altar is beneath the haunted house, and powerful explosives should already be planted there. Once Wan Suya is taken into the altar and dies along with her entourage, the mysterious deaths of several boys and girls ten years ago will be reenacted, their bodies blown to pieces, making identification impossible. Ying Yi, with Qian Xiyao's help, survives, declaring his substitute dead, and having seen through the cycle of reincarnation, voluntarily relinquishes his right to the throne. Some stubborn elders should be able to barely accept the established facts. The incompetent crown prince ascends the throne, forever obeying Sheng Ye. Falcon has been dispatched to ensure the ritual's completion while protecting Dongfang Yuan. If there are no problems, that prince, as pure as a breeze, will disappear from this world starting tonight, completely vanishing from Dongfang Yuan's side. Just thinking about this is more gratifying than Sheng Ye actually gaining the country. Yuan, I truly wish she could sit beside me now, witnessing her tragic death, entangled with a man. That way, her heart wouldn't secretly be given to someone else without her noticing… Thinking of this, Yan Yemin narrowed her eyes, picked up the servant beside her, and personally served her a glass of strong red wine—the wine was as red as blood—and savored it slowly. “Bang! Bang!” Just as the axe was about to strike Wan Suya's back, it was blocked by several sharp swords. Countless bullets struck the headless knight's armor, clanging and clattering. The armor wasn't penetrated, only leaving numerous small dents. “Prince!” The guards who had been secretly protecting the prince suddenly appeared. Some of them had been hiding in the haunted house for a long time, protecting the prince since he entered. Ai Ai, the captain of the special guard team, was currently blocking the fatal axe for Wan Suya. Seeing their sneak attack fail, the headless knights didn't flee. Instead, they immediately launched a second attack. The sound of axes slicing through the air was continuous. Their skills were swift and fierce, wounding several of their team members who were blocking them, and they advanced directly towards the prince being protected by the guards. "Damn it! Their armor is specially made! They're no ordinary assassins!" Ai Ai protected Wan Suya, retreating step by step. Just as they realized the Headless Horsemen weren't simple assassins, another team member had his head chopped off by an axe. Blood quickly spread across the scene, and the headless horsemen, stained with blood, became even more frenzied. Their movements weren't slowed down at all by their heavy armor. "Prince, let's go!" Seeing the situation was getting out of control, Ai Ai prepared for the worst. At this moment, Wan Suya asked anxiously, "Do you know where Dongfang Yuan is?" Ai Ai's already tense face stiffened even more. They were lurking inside the haunted house and knew almost everything that had happened there, especially the incident where Yuan was dragged into the secret room by so many boys. All the team members knew about it. However, Li Ou had sent an order that they must not reveal themselves under any circumstances. They couldn't reveal it, meaning they had to watch helplessly as Dongfang Yuan suffered humiliation in the secret chamber. Later, a mysterious young man in a black tuxedo and black glove emerged from the chamber. What had happened inside remained unknown, and they couldn't know. But Dongfang Yuan's misfortune was inevitable, and her departure from the prince seemed to contradict Lord Ou's long-held wish. If they told the prince now that Dongfang Yuan had suffered, he would surely risk his life to go to the secret chamber, potentially leading to his own demise. Ai Ai gritted her teeth, nervously saying, "We didn't see Dongfang Yuan. Your Highness, you should leave quickly." "Sigh." Wan Suya sighed. "Ai Ai, you're lying..." "...She's very important." The young prince added, a melancholy clouding his expression. In the past, he had let Annie die; now, was he going to let Dongfang Yuan die between his fingers? Simply saying she wanted to save Dongfang Yuan for Yuan's sake is less accurate than stating it directly: it was for her own sake, to avoid feeling guilty for ten, a hundred, or even a lifetime because of something like this. Therefore—Wan Suya, her expression resolute, snatched the sword from Ai Ai's hand and charged towards the headless knight. She had to find her!!His heart was filled with this crazy decision that could lead to his utter demise. The prince, had he gone mad? Ai Ai stared in disbelief at Wan Suya's reckless actions. Blood splattered around her slender, graceful body; every second felt like the Grim Reaper's scythe, ready to sever a head at any moment. Wan Suya was no longer the prince she had been protecting; now she resembled a warrior who had finally realized her own limitations. Her hands, usually reserved for wielding tennis rackets, were now stained with blood. She plunged her sword into the gaps in the headless knights' armor, stabbing and spinning fiercely. The assassins' limbs were instantly severed from their bodies, their screams echoing through the haunted house. "Our weakness!" Seeing this, Ai Ai and her teammates followed suit. Just as they were about to carve a bloody path through them, countless ghostly figures appeared before them. Four or five knives were instantly placed against Wan Suya's neck, their blades bearing strange runes. "Lay down your resistance, Prince. This way you'll still have a chance to die with dignity." A hoarse voice came from the depths of the ghosts, all of whom were masked, their black light armor appearing even more eerie in the flickering lights of the haunted house. Ai Ai and her teammates were also subdued, dropping all their weapons and looking worriedly at Wan Suya, who still held a sword. "Clang!" Wan Suya threw away her sword and calmly wiped the blood from her face. "This time, even Sheng Ye has mobilized?" There was no fear in her voice. "Heh, as expected of a royal prince, recognizing your symbols. Unfortunately, Your Highness, it's too late to realize this. You will be taken to the altar, and if there is any resistance, you will die one by one." The commander in the darkness pointed at Ai Ai and her teammates. "The prince, who is always known for his gentleness, wouldn't be so heartless as to let people die for him, would he? Heh." The hoarse voice chuckled a few times, like someone holding a chainsaw ready to cut open a fragile heart. Below the haunted house, at the altar, several eerie statues were arranged in a circle, with a stone bed intricately carved in the center. Ying Yi walked to the stone bed, his fingers brushing against its cold surface. Hidden within the statue and the stone bed were large quantities of explosives; once the control device was activated, this place would be razed to the ground within minutes. And he would replace Wan Suya, erase his humble past, and live on as a beloved figure! Ah, he wondered what the expression of that always high and mighty person would be like when facing death? Ying Yi revealed a sinister smile; he had waited so long for this day. The altar door opened, and Wan Suya, covered in blood, and her guards were pushed in by the Holy Night cultists. Seemingly seeing Wan Suya in such a disheveled state for the first time, Ying Yi was overjoyed, smiling intimately as he bowed to her: "Oh, it's good to see you again, Your Highness. Did you enjoy preparing for the final stage?" As if smelling a terrifying stench of blood, Dongfang Yuan couldn't help but stop, then grabbed her arm and forcefully dragged her deeper into the haunted house. Had someone died? —Dongfang Yuan tried to speak again, but found herself completely mute. She could only stare at the profile of the falcon pulling her forward. A long time must have passed. Had Ying Yi and Qian Xiyao's conspiracy officially begun, hence the strong smell of blood? What exactly did the falcon want to do? Her not-so-bright mind was engaged in extremely complex thoughts; perhaps this was the potential of humanity in dire straits. Suddenly, the falcon stopped, pressed a hidden button on the wall, and a deep, dark tunnel appeared on the ground. "Go in," the falcon said, pushing Yuan into the tunnel. The tunnel was deep; at the exit, there was a faint light and screams. Dongfang Yuan's already cold body stiffened even more. She dared not take another step, looking back at the falcon with almost pleading eyes. Was the legendary hell down there? As an ordinary person, she didn't want to die, she didn't want to die! "Go in, don't look back, don't even think about coming out." Falcon, wearing gloves, unleashed a black aura, his young, beautiful face filled with a chilling aura. "If you try to go back, I'll kill you immediately and kick you down." No matter what, she had to go on. Dongfang Yuan withdrew her last shred of hope. She fully understood that Falcon was going to take her life this time. She licked her dry lips and slowly moved forward. Halfway down, Falcon, who had been waiting outside, closed the tunnel entrance—perhaps the only way out for Yuan to survive. She was likely to die; Ying Yi wouldn't leave any survivors. Falcon stood silently at the entrance like a ghost, the pleading look in Yuan's eyes before her death seemingly frozen in place, impossible to erase. Dongfang Yuan steeled herself and went down the tunnel. At the exit, she took a deep breath, the stench of blood even stronger than outside assaulting her nostrils. The moment she stepped out of the tunnel, she began to feel something even more terrifying than death itself! So…so cruel! She had never seen anything so cruel! She covered her mouth, her scream caught in her throat, and her vision went dark for a moment. Blood was laid out before her; the boys bound to the statues had deep cuts on their limbs and necks, blood gushing from the wounds and pooling on the central altar. Ai Ai! Among the dead, Yuan unexpectedly saw a familiar face… so dear Ai Ai… had actually… died so tragically… Time didn't allow her any grief; her gaze focused on the even more horrifying altar. On the central altar, a blood-covered boy with a ferocious grin raised a knife high, ready to slash at another boy, equally covered in blood and with an indifferent expression, trapped on the altar! They had identical faces, identical voices! Prince! Ying Yi! With a few swift movements, several dark figures surrounded Dongfang Yuan; they were all masked, their black robes bearing eerie runes on their left chests. The boy with the knife chuckled coldly, leaned down, and stared intently into the eyes of the boy on the altar. "Don't hurt her. The prince is precious, and so is the person, right, Your Highness?" Judging from his tone and actions, the one holding the knife was Ying Yi, while Wan Suya was on the verge of death on the altar. "She's innocent, don't touch her." Wan Suya seemed prepared to die at any moment, yet a hint of panic still flickered in her eyes when Yuan appeared. Ying Yi caught the subtle change in her expression and sneered through gritted teeth, "Your Highness, you were quite calm just now. Why are you a little nervous now?" He ran the back of his knife across Wan Suya's handsome face. He had always disliked Wan Suya's arrogant attitude. Even after killing all of Wan Suya's followers, even after threatening to chop off one of Wan Suya's arms first, Wan Suya hadn't even blinked, let alone uttered a single word of begging for mercy. Without Ying Yi's knowledge, when had Wan Suya become such a calm and cold-blooded animal? However, now—Ying Yi glanced at the equally chaotic scene of Dongfang Yuan not far away, a sinister smile spreading across his lips. Instinctively sensing approaching danger, a fear even greater than that of the Falcon caused Dongfang Yuan to involuntarily take a step back, bumping into the mysterious black figure behind her. “As a VIP, Su Ya will treat her well.” Ying Yi licked the cold blade. “Crack!” Blood trickled from between Yan Yemin’s fingers, dripping onto the ground, splattering into a beautiful, yet tragically beautiful, pattern. Yan Yemin’s wine glass was crushed to pieces. He had been preparing to lazily enjoy a spectacular performance, but unexpectedly— “How could she be there!” Where was the Falcon?! When he saw Dongfang Yuan’s haggard figure appear on the monitor, Yan Yemin felt breathless for the first time, especially after watching Ying Yi approach her with a knife. The situation didn’t allow for another second; Yan Yemin stood up from the sofa! "Priest!" The cultists rushed forward, wanting to bandage and stop the bleeding for their priest—Yan Yemin. He pushed aside the cultists who almost swarmed him, tearing his ceremonial robes open with tremendous force, his black shirt immediately splattered with crimson blood. A shard of a wine glass was deeply embedded in his palm, as alluring as the darkness of night. His eyes showed no pain, only the image of a young girl deep within them. He had to go to her! A slave, not to be abused! Anxiety mixed with anger burned in Yan Yemin's brow; he had completely forgotten the pain in his hand and rushed out of the building, ignoring the cultists' pleas. Seeing Ying Yi closing in step by step, Dongfang Yuan had no way out. She knew that further struggle was futile. Unable to utter her last words, silently awaiting death—how short yet how long such a wait was. "Hey, Yuan, why are you so quiet today? Were you frightened?" Ying Yi chuckled, grabbing one of her hands. "Oh, your hands are so cold...it makes me want to cherish them..." On stage, Wan Suya tried to break free of her restraints, repeatedly emphasizing in a calm tone, "Ying Yi, this has nothing to do with her." "Heh." Ying Yi glanced at Wan Suya, a look of disdain on his lips. "Stop pretending to be calm, Your Highness. No matter how much you pretend, you know how important she is." He placed Yuan's hand to his lips. "I wonder if, with a finger missing, the blood inside would warm it up." Should he cut off her finger?!Dongfang Yuan was startled and tried to pull her hand back, but Ying Yi held it firmly. When Wan Suya heard Ying Yi's plan, she gasped. She knew what Ying Yi wanted most, but if she let him have his way so easily, Dongfang Yuan might die beside her in the next second. "Yuan, your expression is really interesting." Realizing his words had an effect, but not enough to completely dismantle Wan Suya's strong mental barrier, Ying Yi moved closer to Dongfang Yuan. "It'll be even more interesting later." The tip of the knife drew a terrifying cross on Yuan's palm, each cut sending excruciating pain deep into her bones. Tears streamed down her face like broken beads, but she couldn't utter a single scream. For some reason, she felt grateful for what Falcon had done to her before entering this terrifying place—that she could no longer speak. Perhaps that would make Wan Suya feel better. "Thank you, Falcon..." "Oh, she didn't even cry out?" Ying Yi narrowed his eyes curiously. "If she doesn't cry out, His Highness won't feel any pain—it'll give him a headache!" He pulled Dongfang Yuan to the altar, stood behind her, and lifted her chin, saying to Wan Suya, "She's such a patient woman, yet she couldn't even utter a sound of pain. And she was so cold-blooded towards her? If she knew what she truly wanted... just saying 'I submit' would have been enough to let her go." Wan Suya fell silent, her clear eyes dimming. He clearly wanted to protect her, but now he had led her into an unbearable hell. In the gloomy and terrifying altar, Dongfang Yuan, in pain and only able to bite her lip tightly, felt a warmth in her cold body as she met Wan Suya's gaze. Although Ying Yi was so close behind her, every touch felt like a cold, icy blade cutting into her heart. Ying Yi used to be more physical, but never like today, so ruthless and cold-blooded. Wan Suya's silence and ruthlessness must have a reason. Thinking of this, a different emotion filled Yuan's eyes—a blend of sorrow and forgiveness. Ying Yi suddenly placed Yuan's injured hand to his mouth, licking the bleeding wound as he had licked the back of the knife earlier, then licked his own lips, revealing a satisfied, wicked smile: "Delicious blood!" Dongfang Yuan's brows furrowed, her whole body trembling uncontrollably. What was Ying Yi planning to do now? Ying Yi's next action intensified Yuan's fear. His blood-stained hand slipped inside her shirt, easily untying the bindings on her chest. Uh… her breasts were being kneaded by a terrifying man, and Yuan let out a soft, hoarse sound. No… no… her whole body was under Ying Yi's control, as if she were about to be torn apart in an instant! "Her body must be delicious too," Ying Yi stared at Wan Suya. "If a woman is touched, can she remain silent?" His hand moved from Yuan's upper body to her lower body, ignoring the girl's resistance, and pulled down her underwear. In an instant, Yuan's sensitive spot came into contact with the cold wind of the altar, and her heart was further pulled into chaotic darkness by the filthy hand. "Violating her in front of you, just like those people violated Annie back then. You said you would protect her, but what did you actually do?" Ying Yi viciously inserted his fingers into the still dry flower core, stirring it viciously, while his other hand firmly restrained Dongfang Yuan's resistance. Ah...ya...a terrifying tremor quickly took over Dongfang Yuan's entire body, and her face and flesh began to heat up from this forced intrusion. However, being violated in front of Wan Suya, how would she look at her? This was more humiliating than death! Please...don't look at this...Dongfang Yuan closed her eyes, forcing back the tears in her eyes. The sound of Gu Qiu's fingers thrusting in and out of this bloody, violent, and evil altar was coated with a layer of bewitching and lewd cloak. Dongfang Yuan only felt the heat surging into her lower abdomen. Ying Yi, who was skilled at playing with women, found her sensitive spot in a very short time. Unable to utter a sound, she gasped for breath, her saliva gushing out in response to the stimulation. Beside her, both the Holy Night cultists and Ying Yi's men couldn't help but swallow hard. Wan Suya's hands clenched into fists, though her face remained impassive, her heart had reached its limit. If she compromised, perhaps Ying Yi would let her go? No, Ying Yi wasn't that kind of person, absolutely not. She remembered how, when she learned of Ying Yi's affair with her mother, she had angrily punched him, knocking him to the ground—the first time in her life she had ever hit someone. But from Ying Yi's smile and eyes as he lay on the ground, she understood—Ying Yi was deliberately provoking her, trying to make her lose her temper. Perhaps, even more hatred, which was why he repeatedly committed such despicable acts. Holding this belief, Wan Suya had always tolerated those things happening, but this time… something icy landed on her cheek, the cold substance tracing the curve of her face and entering her lips, salty, astringent, a tear. She hadn't uttered a single cry for help. "Hmm? Even so, you won't make a sound." Ying Yi finally withdrew his fingers, an indescribable anger spreading through his heart. Wan Suya was like that, and this woman was like that too! "Then—how about some more intense activities?" Ying Yi's eyes flashed with a cold light as he suddenly pushed Yuan down onto the altar, onto the prince, tearing off her skirt. Her erotic juices were gushing out of her vagina. Ying Yi lifted her chin and said, "Ah, Yuan, I didn't expect it to feel even better than I imagined. Are you unsatisfied?" The ruthless young man's words pierced Dongfang Yuan's eardrums. Something even worse was about to happen! She sensed that Ying Yi wanted to do something, so she tried to straighten up from Wan Suya, but Ying Yi used his strength to push her back down onto Wan Suya. "Come here, you lot!" Ying Yi beckoned to the men around him, whose eyes were already burning with lust. "This woman is yours. Remember, don't let her leave the prince's body!" The men immediately rushed over excitedly. Ying Yi grabbed Dongfang Yuan's hair and said to Wan Suya in a gloomy tone, "She's going to be taken by several men at the same time soon. Is Your Highness satisfied?" "!" Not expecting Ying Yi's actions to be so despicable, Wan Suya faced Dongfang Yuan's pained face, and her calm facade crumbled in an instant. "What's wrong?" Ying Yi, with a face exactly like Wan Suya's, tilted his head and asked with a grin. Seeing Wan Suya's pain, seeing Wan Suya's anger, and being able to torment her like this even before she died, Ying Yi deeply felt that he was happier than if he had actually obtained the prince's status. "..." Wan Suya glanced meaningfully at Dongfang Yuan, then sighed, loosened her clenched fists, and said weakly and palely, "Willing to submit to the supreme, true prince..." Despite her reluctance, the noble prince finally uttered the words the despicable imposter had hoped for, and a series of laughs escaped Ying Yi's lips. Dongfang Yuan's tears soaked Wan Suya's clothes. ...Truly utterly useless! Dongfang Yuan's heart ached terribly, a pain far greater than the physical suffering she was enduring. "But this is not enough!" Ying Yi leaned down, getting infinitely close to Wan Suya's already pale face. "...Any other desires? A dying man has limited abilities." Ying Yi shrugged: "No high demands, just kneel down and kiss the shoe, like true submission?" Words alone are not enough, Your Highness. Those eyes revealed his true feelings without a doubt. “This isn’t difficult to do… but we need to get off this altar first.” At this moment, Wan Suya seemed to have no energy left even for anger. Ying Yi wasn’t surprised by the unexpected compromise; he knew Wan Suya wasn’t someone easily controlled. However, he didn’t want to miss this rare opportunity, since after tonight, this boy, just like himself, would disappear completely. So, he ordered his accomplices to suppress their lust, take Dongfang Yuan aside, and then ordered someone to release Wan Suya. “Any movement will cost her her life.” Ying Yi pointed his thumb in Dongfang Yuan’s direction—a thin, sharp knife was pressed against her throat. Wan Suya stepped off the altar, walking slowly toward Ying Yi. Guangyu was already bathed in blood, its brilliance gone. The sound of her footsteps was like heavy stones tied to Yuan’s ankles, causing Dongfang Yuan to sink rapidly into the deep sea. Unconsciously, she had become Ying Yi’s bargaining chip to blackmail Wan Suya. She herself hadn’t expected Wan Suya to be so subservient to Ying Yi for her sake. If she had the courage to end her own life… The cold blade was like a bright mirror, reflecting the fragility of Dongfang Yuan's heart. Under everyone's gaze, Wan Suya knelt before Ying Yi, preparing to kiss the shoe… It was almost time; everyone should be dealt with by now. Qian Xiyao, the student in the haunted house, should have been dealt with as well. Falcon glanced at the entrance to the tunnel again; he should have relaxed, but his heart was not happy, and he was a little irritated. His gloved right hand released black mist into the air, opening and closing as if playing. Suddenly, he withdrew the black mist from his palm, looking warily at the darkness of the haunted house, from which a very familiar person walked out. Silver mask, silver hair—Li Ou beside Wan Suya. "Here they come again." Having found a place to vent his irritation, Falcon was full of fighting spirit and said arrogantly to Li Ou who was slowly approaching: "But you're too late; the prince should be dead. I didn't expect Sheng Ye to stand on the Crown Prince's side…" A mask is the best tool for concealment; no joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness can be seen. The falcon sensed no anger from Li Gu; instead, a heavy, oppressive feeling approached. "Do you think someone would so readily place a prince in danger?"Li Ou's tone was calm, yet surprisingly lethal. Falcon seemed to understand something and tried to press the switch to open the tunnel, but Li Ou was faster, reaching out to block it. "Now, it should be almost resolved, right?" This time, it was Li Ou's turn to assess the situation. Falcon growled, "Using Master as bait!" "It's not just bait," Li Ou added casually. "Boom! Boom!"—A deafening explosion instantly drowned out the school festival fireworks, the ground trembled, and screams and cries of fleeing students filled the once joyful campus. No one knew why such a terrifying thing had suddenly happened; most students were in chaos. "Quickly!" Student council members urgently assembled, forming a temporary security team to evacuate students from the school. At this moment, several more explosions occurred in the school. "Suya's inside!" Anxious and worried, Mi Ling tried to rush into the haunted house with her group, but was blocked at the entrance by student council members. “Everywhere on campus is dangerous right now. If we bring so many people in and something happens, we can’t afford to lose so many lives!” This time, the student council’s attitude was unusually firm. One member waved his hand, and more student council members blocked Mi Ling’s way. “We understand your feelings, but our president is inside too, and we’re just as worried! So, please don’t cause any more trouble!” Hearing these words, Mi Ling’s dignified face turned deathly pale. The knights had blocked her way from all sides, and forcing her way in was simply impossible. Since the student council had gathered so many people in such a short time, they must have a purpose. “Boom!” Another explosion came from not far away, and the screams and cries grew louder. The student council officers immediately ordered, “A few of you, escort Senior Ning to a safe place!” With the order given, the student council’s operation began, and Mi Ling and the others had no choice but to leave. Mei Lei, too, after receiving the order to leave from the student council, still dawdled for a long time and refused to move an inch, and was forcibly “sent away” by the student council. And so, she and Mi Ling met on their shared journey of "deportation." After staring at the pale-faced Mi Ling for a while, Mei Lei finally abandoned her usual indifferent attitude and asked, "You know what happened inside, right... What exactly happened to Dongfang Yuan?" Mi Ling was already in a terrible mood, and hearing the name "Dongfang Yuan" only made her more upset. However, just thinking about how sending someone would completely ruin Dongfang Yuan's reputation, she smiled from the bottom of her heart and replied, "Wouldn't it be better to ask her directly?" Ugh! What kind of answer was that! Mei Lei clicked her tongue at Mi Ling's retreating figure after saying just that, but then she remembered that Mi Ling's smile just now had an unusual sense of satisfaction. Could it be— She couldn't help but look back worriedly at the haunted house shrouded in night and filled with the smoke of gunpowder, which looked even more eerie and sinister than before. "Yuan, you must survive... I'll definitely come back for you..." Mei Lei, secretly determined to leave the campus first and then sneak back, began cooperating with the school council members in the evacuation, running with the crowd towards the school gate. Corresponding to the chaos on campus, the aftershocks of the powerful explosion also reached the altar. A hint of doubt appeared on Ying Yi's face: "The scheduled explosion time was brought forward?" "No..." His subordinates were even more confused; even the well-trained Saint Night assassins were surprised by this. Ying Yi immediately had a bad feeling. Looking down, he saw that Wan Suya, who should have been bowing to kiss the shoe, had raised her head, calmly watching. One second she was dejected and helpless, never to be seen again; now, Wan Suya's calmness concealed a sharp, razor-sharp edge. Suddenly, Wan Suya smiled faintly, and terrifying screams echoed continuously from around the altar. In an instant, the Saint Night cultists killed their hired hands and then engaged in an unbelievable infighting. As the last two plunged their weapons into each other's vitals, Ying Yi, stunned, finally managed to ask, "What are you doing?!" He couldn't believe that those who had been alive just moments before were now useless corpses. "...This...this is impossible..." Ying Yi's previously smug face twisted in disbelief. Turning to look at Wan Suya, he saw that she had somehow produced a sword, thrusting it straight at him. The sword pierced the cold air. Ying Yi dodged, the sharp blade grazing his handsome face, drawing blood from a thin wound. Before reaching this point, they had trained countless times in the palace arena, never expecting this to be a life-or-death struggle. Ying Yi grabbed Dongfang Yuan, who was stunned by the horrific carnage, and pressed a gleaming silver spear against her forehead. "Look how fast the sword is, the spear is even faster! Put down the sword!" Ying Yi, like a wounded beast, made a final, ferocious struggle. "Yuan!" Wan Suya immediately stopped. It seems she's dragged Wan Suya down again… Seeing Wan Suya's tense expression in this environment for the first time, Yuan snapped out of the dazed state of mind caused by the bloody battle. She suddenly realized that the gun barrel at her head could take her life at any moment, but she knew even more clearly. Ying Yi had nowhere to retreat and wanted to kill Wan Suya, and she had once again become a tool in his hands. …Suya… She didn't want to be humiliated again, even… Yuan could only utter a silent cry. “Do you want her dead? Put down your sword, Your Highness!” Ying Yi roared again, “Isn't that clear enough?” With a clang, Wan Suya's sword fell to the blood-soaked ground, splattering a few small bloodstains. “She won.” No! This can't be… Yuan couldn't speak, she couldn't even shake her head. The dark muzzle of the gun seemed to echo with the howl of death. Was it time to make a choice? That gentle prince, that prince with such lonely eyes, might leave this world forever! "...Is she really incapable of being human...?" Yuan grabbed Yingyi's arm, which was wrapped around her neck, her nails digging deep into his flesh. "Pain, isn't it!" Yingyi's lips curled into a cold smile. The girl's emotional pain far outweighed her physical suffering. But it wasn't enough! After dealing with Wan Suya, he would torture this girl to death, ensuring Wan Suya's soul would never find peace! As a pawn that the royal family could discard at any time, Wan Suya would forever be hated! "Heh. Your Highness, you're truly remarkable, able to make these people kill each other. However..." Yingyi sneered, already preparing to move the gun away and shoot Wan Suya. Unexpectedly, a cold hand covered the gun-wielding hand. Yingyi intended to intimidate the owner of the hand, to stop her struggle, but he realized he had completely underestimated the courage of the person holding that hand. That hand was actually on the trigger! "Hey! Are you stupid!" Caught off guard by this ordinary girl's astonishing action, Yingyi's hand actually clashed with the girl's suicidal hand. Desperately trying to move the gun away from the girl's forehead, the girl stubbornly prepared to die. She had to die! She couldn't be a burden to Wan Suya! Unable to speak again, Dongfang Yuan expressed her feelings through silence and actions; her eyes were filled with tears. Wan Suya understood Yuan's heart in that instant. "Yuan—!" No longer caring about plans, composure, or reason, she rushed forward bare-handed. "Bang!" A gunshot shattered the hearts of everyone present. Dongfang Yuan collapsed to the ground, her bones nearly broken, her whole body burning with pain. One drop, two drops, three drops… the blood dripped faster and faster. "Yuan!" Wan Suya hugged Dongfang Yuan, holding her so tightly she could barely breathe. Smelling the familiar scent, even amidst the stench of blood, Yuan felt a sudden sense of peace. She looked towards Ying Yi; his face drained of color, Ying Yi collapsed to the ground with a "thud," blood gushing from the fatal wound in his back. "I apologize, Your Highness, I'm late." Li Ou seemed to have also been through a fierce battle; his robes were torn in several large holes, revealing clear wounds, and blood was slowly dripping from the slender sword in his hand. He appeared just in time for the critical moment, pushing Ying Yi away from the gun while delivering the final blow. Behind him stood a dozen mysterious assassins. Ying Yi wasn't completely dead yet; blood had already begun to flow from his mouth. He coughed violently, stammering his last words: "...I...didn't...lose..." For some reason, a metallic taste suddenly rose from Yuan's heart to her throat, and blood began to flow from her mouth uncontrollably. "Yuan! Yuan!" Like someone who had lost something precious and then found it was just an illusion, Wan Suya was at a loss, sitting blankly on the ground, holding Yuan, trying to wipe away the blood Yuan vomited, calling her name repeatedly. Yuan's eyes were tightly closed in pain; her heart ached terribly! Her heart ached terribly, so much so that she could no longer think. Then—she lost consciousness and fell into a coma. "...To...to be buried with him...hehe...cough cough..." Ying Yi laughed, coughing violently, laughing violently, as if unwilling to give Wan Suya any further chance to investigate. He raised his gun and fired the final shot into his own heart. With Ying Yi dead, no one knew what had happened to Dongfang Yuan. Li Ou quietly observed everything, then said in her usual tone, "Prince, this place is about to explode. We must leave immediately." Wan Suya picked up the unconscious Dongfang Yuan, glanced at the unusually calm Li Ou, and coldly said, "Li Ou, I will not abandon her. To save her, no matter the cost." Then, without a word, she walked towards the tunnel exit. Li Ou didn't say anything more, silently following behind with the assassins.The entire campus was ablaze, as if it would be reduced to ashes in the blink of an eye. Many daring individuals stood outside the school, curiously listening to the explosions and watching the flames. Police arrived as quickly as possible and imposed a curfew. Yan Yemin entered the school through a secret passage and arrived at the haunted house, his entourage spontaneously hiding around him. Because of his teacher status, the officers didn't ask many questions. But, the next second, an explosion came from inside the haunted house, which immediately burst into flames, and a figure rushed out of the fire. The next second, an even bigger explosion followed, and the entire haunted house shattered and collapsed. "Ah, Wan Suya!" The officers recognized the person running out of the haunted house, while Yan Yemin immediately saw the person in Wan Suya's arms, covered in blood. Dongfang Yuan! Why was she unconscious! There was blood at the corner of her mouth! Why was she in Wan Suya's arms! A strong killing intent swept over him. Yan Yemin approached Wan Suya. Who was this Wan Suya? Real or fake? Wan Suya calmly accepted Yan Yemin's approach, glanced at Dongfang Yuan, and then asked indifferently, "Teacher, have you ever heard the story of angels turning into demons?" The real Wan Suya. Yan Yemin couldn't help but frown; Ying Yi had actually failed. "To protect what they want to protect, angels can also become demons." Wan Suya gazed at Yan Yemin with pure, unadulterated eyes. "The chains between you and her will be severed." A fallen angel? Yan Yemin smiled wickedly, stretched out his hand, and confidently pointed at Dongfang Yuan in Wan Suya's arms: "Her!" Only she can possess him! Hidden followers awaited the priest's command; once given, they could rush out and tear the blood-soaked youth to shreds. Suddenly, a startled voice came from Yan Yemin's communicator: "Priest, something has happened at the main altar… the royal family…" The royal family?! The ultimate target, Saint Night? Yan Yemin narrowed his eyes slightly, re-examining the boy opposite him. This boy had risked his life to create a perfect trap. Rumble—rumble—a fleet of helicopters and fighter jets bearing the royal insignia appeared above the school, instantly intensifying the wind. Was this all preparation? Countless red dots instantly appeared on Yan Yemin's body; countless gun barrels were already pointed at him. Any movement would result in a gruesome death. "An interesting opponent," Yan Yemin chuckled. "You flatter me," Wan Suya replied politely. Face to face, like angels and demons, a dangerous war was about to erupt. Only this time, the angel had transformed into a terrifying demon. Yan Yemin's gaze lingered on Yuan's face, then moved to the necklace gleaming in the firelight—he would definitely take back Dongfang Yuan! This necklace, the exclusive right to possess her! Then, he disappeared into the darkness, temporarily departing.

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