GBP Chapter 250 Cooperation
Chapter 250 Cooperation
Chapter 250 Cooperation
Xie Yan paused slightly, as if she couldn't believe what she was hearing.
But he quickly came to his senses and looked at Song Yunzheng with a complicated expression. "Say it again, who is it?"
Song Yunzheng raised an eyebrow, a hint of curiosity arising from Xie Yan's unusual reaction. "What's wrong, young master? Is there a problem?"
"No, I'm just a little shocked."
Xie Yan lowered her eyes, concealing the turmoil in her expression, and said casually, "Didn't everyone say that the Fu royal family all died in the fire? I really didn't expect that someone would actually come out alive."
Song Yunzheng smiled, not exposing Xie Yan's pretense, "Yes, who would have thought?"
Just then, the coachman shouted, and several figures appeared faintly outside the carriage curtain as the carriage swayed and prepared to stop.
"We've arrived," Song Yunzheng said softly upon seeing this.
His gaze swept over Xie Yan's deep and serious expression, and he leaned forward with a smile, "After saying so much, I wonder if Young Master Xie is now willing to believe in my sincere heart?"
Inside the dimly lit carriage, the atmosphere suddenly froze.
Outside the carriage, there was a commotion; behind the curtain, two pairs of eyes silently faced each other.
Xie Yan did not answer, but her eyes flickered slightly as she looked at Song Yunzheng, as if she was thinking seriously.
Song Yunzheng is a person who is both righteous and wicked. She acts entirely according to her whims and has no rules or principles to speak of.
Working with this kind of person is like holding a double-edged sword; you never know when you might get hurt.
It's hard to guarantee that one day they won't turn around and bite back, just like they did with the Church of Saint Sun.
To win over someone who only cares about themselves, there's only one way...
As if she had suddenly realized something, Xie Yan's gaze changed abruptly, and a smile appeared on her lips.
Just when Song Yunzheng thought he was about to agree, Xie Yan suddenly reached out and grabbed Song Yunzheng's chin with lightning speed!
Suddenly restrained, Song Yunzheng's expression changed slightly, and she was about to raise her hand to retaliate.
However, Xie Yan's movements were so fast that they caught everyone off guard, giving Song Yunzheng no chance to resist. With a flick of his wrist, a crisp sound rang out from his hand.
A barely audible groan escaped Song Yunzheng's throat, and at the same time, a pill was shot into his mouth, which had been dislocated.
"you!"
Her jaw was closed again, and Song Yunzheng's face darkened. Without bothering to question Xie Yan, she quickly tapped her chest several times, trying to force the pill out.
But the pill melted instantly upon entering his mouth, flowing down his throat and merging into his body in an instant. Even if he tried to use his inner energy to resist, it was to no avail.
Song Yunzheng clutched her chest, her eyes fixed coldly on Xie Yan, and she almost gritted her teeth as she whispered the question: "What do you mean by this?!"
Xie Yan smiled faintly and said slowly, "You seem to think of me as a bit too much of a gentleman."
"The leader of the Church of Saint Sun will give you the opportunity to rebel, but I will not."
He stood up, looked down at Song Yunzheng, patted his face, grinned at his surprised and angry expression, and said, "It's a pleasure to cooperate with you, Song Lang."
Outside the carriage, the coachman and officials, who hadn't seen anyone get off for a long time, looked at each other in bewilderment. Just as they were hesitating whether to ask, the carriage curtain was suddenly lifted open.
Two figures then stepped off the carriage one after the other, ignoring them and walking straight ahead.
Everything seemed normal, with nothing unusual about it.
For some reason, Song Yunzheng, who was usually gentle and kind, had a face that was so gloomy that it looked like ink could drip from it.
However, it's understandable that he's in a bad mood.
With expressions of sympathy, everyone tacitly shifted their gaze to a particularly alluring figure who was clinging to Song Yunzheng's arm.
Although the carriage stopped, the two had not yet reached their destination.
The mountain roads here are exceptionally difficult to traverse. As far as the eye can see, scattered and jagged rocks stretch along the way, making it virtually impossible for vehicles and horses to move forward.
Clearly, it would take some more time to walk to see the cult leader.
The two walked in silence for about half an hour along the rugged mountain path before Song Yunzheng, with a gloomy expression, led Xie Yan to the edge of a secluded valley.
"We're here," he said coldly.
Upon hearing this, Xie Yan turned her gaze away from the increasingly numerous bloodstains and tattered clothes on the ground and looked ahead.
Countless figures came into view.
Young men carrying stones and digging the ground, men in black supervising, soldiers patrolling, and martial arts figures in various attire.
A rough count revealed that there were over a thousand people gathered here.
Despite the large number of people, their voices were not as powerful as the mountain wind.
Even the occasional painful gasps were drowned out by the sound of whips cracking, a truly shocking sight.
"So the headquarters has always been here."
Xie Yan frowned, her tone revealing undisguised coldness and anger.
His gaze swept across the crowd, finally settling on a tightly surrounded campsite not far away.
"It seems the cult leader is hiding there."
Having adjusted her mindset, Song Yunzheng regained her usual expression. Upon hearing this, she glanced at Xie Yan and said lightly, "Let me give you a piece of advice: if you have to see the sect leader later, it's best not to make any rash moves."
"Why?"
Xie Yan paused, her hand on the weapon pausing, her eyes narrowing slightly. "He's highly skilled in martial arts?"
“No.” Song Yunzheng shook her head and gave a meaningful smile. “As I told you before, the leader has never shown his true face to us.”
He gazed intently at the deepest tent and said, "He has many doubles. Every time he meets and talks with us, he uses a double to convey his message."
"So apart from the young master and Lord Fu, we still don't know what the leader himself looks like, or even whether he is male or female, or old or young."
Xie Yan scoffed, "A cowardly rat who clings to life and fears death."
Song Yunzheng remained unmoved and ignored him, saying, "Let's go."
The two walked through the crowd, and before they even got close to the camp, Xie Yan suddenly felt like she was being pricked by needles, as if someone was secretly glaring at her.
To be precise, it was aimed at the arm that he was holding tightly to Song Yunzheng.
Xie Yan's hand, which was holding Song Yunzheng's, stiffened. She felt a strange sense of guilt, as if she were cheating on her family.
Song Yunzheng, who also sensed something amiss, frowned deeply, moved closer to Xie Yan, and whispered, "I think I sensed a few traces of murderous intent. Could it be that we've been discovered—"
Before he could finish speaking, Xie Yan turned and pulled her hand away, taking a few steps back as she sternly warned, "Young Master Song, please have some self-respect."
Song Yunzheng: "..."
Who are you calling disrespectful, since you've been clinging to me like this?