Mo Chuan immediately understood what that was.
Tang Jingjing’s Ghost Orchid Butterfly.
This meant Tang Jingjing was still inside.
Were there still bandits inside?
Mo Chuan hurriedly pushed through the crowd and rushed towards the alley.
“Judgment Pendulum!”
No matter who was inside, he had to control them first!
The bandit leader was chanting a formation when suddenly a strong, pale green spiritual energy pushed him violently, causing him to fall to the ground and spit out a mouthful of blood.
“
Amidst the billowing dust, a figure radiating a faint green glow slowly walked into the alley.
“Where are you going?”
The bandit leader felt a chill run down his spine, his voice like a cry from the depths of hell. He ignored the wound on his shoulder and scrambled towards the formation.
Just as his hand was about to touch the formation, the chain on his shoulder suddenly tightened.
With a flash of green light in the dust, a faint scream vanished into the air.
“While the surrounding vision is still unclear, seize the opportunity to make some arrangements…”
To avoid anyone noticing his abnormality, Mo Chuan went to great lengths:
He first dispelled the hellish curse, then picked up a steel bar from the ground and ruthlessly stabbed it into his own stomach.
Clang—
The steel bar bent.
“…” Mo Chuan summoned his hook, cut open his stomach, and shoved the steel bar inside.
Then he collapsed, closed his eyes, and began his act.
“Mo Chuan!” Tang Jingjing, ignoring the obstruction of the surrounding people, tumbled and fell beside Mo Chuan. Seeing the steel bar in Mo Chuan’s stomach, in her panic, she tried to feel for Mo Chuan’s breath.
It was exceptionally weak. (It was time to put on a real performance.)
“Someone, help!” Tang Jingjing held Mo Chuan’s head, tears streaming from her eyes, falling onto Mo Chuan’s face like raindrops.
It felt a little warm, a little salty.
Time for a nap (hope I can sleep)
…
“My hands are so numb…”
Mo Chuan slowly opened his eyes and saw the pure white ceiling in front of him.
Okay, he was in a hospital bed.
But why were his hands so numb?
Mo Chuan lowered his head slightly to look, and what he saw surprised him:
On the left, Tang Jingjing was sleeping soundly, her head resting on his arm.
On the right, Mo Fei, this little girl, had climbed onto the bed and was hugging Mo Chuan’s arm, drool soaking Mo Chuan’s shoulder. Her wheelchair was beside her, and someone had clearly brought her over.
…
This is bad.
I told Mo Fei that I worked as a clerk at the police station.
So, how am I supposed to explain to her now why I’m lying in a hospital bed with a small hole in my stomach?
This is a problem.
It’s over, I was too focused on playing the pig, and now I’m barbecued.