Stealing the Pen: Kirin's Primordial Lotus

Zhuo Yichen and Zhao Yuanzhou drove a carriage with the unconscious Jiang Lanming back to the Demon Collection Division. Not long after they sent Jiang Lanming back to the room and sat in the conference room, Pei Sijing, Wen Xiao and the other three also came back, and they did not look very well.

"Wen Xiao, did you find anything when you chased after them?" Zhuo Yichen poured a cup of tea for them.

"After the wooden kite flew out, it headed straight for the Xiang Palace, scattered these papers in the air, and then swooped into the Xiang Palace. In an instant, the entire Xiang Palace was set on fire." Wen Xiao spoke with difficulty, and put the white paper in his hand on the table.

Zhuo Yichen didn't expect that the man from the timber store would be so cruel. He actually let Mu Yuan commit suicide by setting the palace on fire, just for revenge!

"So when you came back, how was the palace?"

Wen Xiao shook his head. "Prince Xiang was not in the mansion at all. Those who died were some maids and servants in the mansion."

"She has been blinded by hatred and is no longer the kind-hearted Xiang Liyun she once was." Jiang Lanming panted, holding the door of the conference room, looking at them with sad eyes.

Zhuo Yichen looked at Grandpa Jiang, who was once full of vigor and vitality. Although he was sixty-four years old, he was still in good health. Even his once well-maintained black hair was gone. Now Grandpa Jiang has truly become an old man who is about to die.

"Grandpa Jiang!" Zhuo Yichen quickly stood up to support Jiang Lanming.

"Mr. Jiang, the Xiang Liyun you just mentioned is the one involved in the Mu Yuan case..." Wen Xiao didn't know what to say so as not to irritate the old man.

"No one except her knows how to build a wooden kite like that."

Jiang Lanming smiled bitterly, "I was always immersed in my own world, so I didn't realize that she was so close to me. She was always there, but I never noticed!"

Jiang Lanming grabbed Zhuo Yichen's hand and looked at him pleadingly. He opened his lips but didn't know what to say. In the end, he just patted him and staggered out of the meeting room.

Zhuo Yichen knew that Grandpa Jiang's life was counting down. When he stepped into the studio yesterday, the old tree at the door, which was originally lush and green, had accumulated many yellow leaves at the roots. The autumn wind was bleak, and the fallen leaves were flying in the air, playing the final elegy for him and her.

"I traveled to the human world to see the beauty of the world. But it is a pity that the world cannot keep the beauty, the beauty leaves the mirror, the flowers leave the trees."

"Wrong, everything is wrong!"

Jiang Lanming laughed loudly towards the sky and left, but his laughter was filled with bitterness.

Wen Xiao looked at Zhuo Yichen with some embarrassment, "Xiao Zhuo, what should we do?"

Wen Xiao was asking whether to arrest him or not. If they arrested Jiang Lao, he would probably leave with them. If they didn't arrest him, more innocent people would be sacrificed.

Zhuo Yichen closed his eyes, and when he slowly opened them, his eyes were full of determination, "Catch him! Xiang Liyun has harmed so many innocent people because of his selfishness. What we need to do is to seek justice for those innocent people."

Wen Xiao also understood that their duty was to protect those innocent people. Although Xiang Liyun was very pitiful and innocent, when she put all her hatred on other innocent people, she was no longer that innocent person.

Early the next morning, Zhuo Yichen brought Zhao Yuanzhou, Wen Xiao and others to the door of the lumber store again, while the other servants surrounded the entire lumber store.

They pushed their way into the lumber shop. The entire hall was extremely dark. As the door opened and sunlight shone in, they discovered that the lumber shop was empty. Facing the door was a sacrificial table with densely packed seats on it. On both sides of the table were lit longevity lamps. A man in a black robe was kneeling in front of the table.

"Xiang Liyun!"

Zhuo Yichen and the others slowly walked behind Xiang Liyun, only to find that there was an exquisite wooden kite beside her. This wooden kite was much more agile than the ones they had seen before.

"This wooden kite was created by Xiangli with his life's hard work. The only thing left is the final step of sacrificing blood to complete it. What a pity! Xiangli disappeared in the long river of history, and this wooden kite has finally become a defective product!"

Xiang Liyun knelt in front of the tablet, with fire paper still burning in the brazier in front of him.

“There are 186 members of my Xiangli clan here. Just because of the emperor’s greed, because he wanted to gain immortality, he designed this so-called performance. He used this performance to take away the ministers who were disloyal to him, the princes who wanted to seize his throne, and the empress dowager who had always been dissatisfied with him. You see, he was too clever and calculated everything. He took away the lives of so many people with just an accident.

The day when the emperor issued the order to execute the Xiangli people was also sunny like today, but such sunshine did not belong to the Xiangli people on that day. I only remember that those people's knives were very fast and accurate.

I remember a lot of people, including Lilan who accompanied me in climbing trees and fishing, Xiaoyun who accompanied me in making mischief, my brother who took me shopping, my mother who comforted me because I refused to take medicine, my grandmother who had a kind face, my father who would hold me and spin around, and many, many more people..."

Xiang Liyun's tears fell drop by drop. She looked at the water drops dripping on the ground in surprise. She knew very well that it was impossible for her to shed tears. She stretched out her hands and looked at the pair of hands that were as rough as tree stumps.

"Xiao Zhuo, something is wrong! She is neither a human nor a demon!" Zhao Yuanzhou is a ten-thousand-year-old demon with extraordinary five senses. In his eyes, any tiny movements seem as slow as those of a dying old man.

Zhuo Yichen frowned slightly and moved half a step towards Zhao Yuanzhou. He saw the so-called Xiang Liyun's hand through the black robe. It was clearly a piece of wood, but how could wood move?

"Master Zhuo, what my Xiangli family has been seeking all our lives is to acquire ingenious instruments and seek exquisite skills, to help the people solve their problems and make contributions to the country. However, due to the emperor's greed, my entire Xiangli family has died. I watched these people who have been with me day and night die one by one in front of my eyes. How can I not hate them! How can I not resent them!"

Xiang Liyun suddenly turned around and glared at them. The wooden kite beside her seemed to sense her anger and suddenly became extremely large. Even the kite's tail was blazing with flames as it pounced towards them.

Zhuo Yichen raised his left arm and erected a blue barrier to block the attack of the wooden kite. Zhao Yuanzhou cast a spell to control Xiang Liyun. Who would have thought that the one-word formula that had always been invincible would not work on Xiang Liyun!

"Zhao Yuanzhou, what's going on!"

Wen Xiao saw that he had clearly used the One Word Technique on Xiang Liyun, but she was still able to move freely.

"She's not a person! She's a puppet!"

Only then did Zhao Yuanzhou realize that the wrist under Xiang Liyun's sleeve clearly had the characteristics of a puppet. Only a person or a demon could make a puppet like this.

"Ride the yellow!"

Before Zhao Yuanzhou could open his mouth to remind Zhuo Yichen, Xiang Liyun had already drawn his sword and rushed towards everyone with the wooden kite.

Bai Jiu looked at Xiang Liyun who was coming towards them and had already fainted in Ying Lei's arms. Pei Sijing protected the weak and unprotected Wen Xiao, Ying Lei and Bai Jiu and safely left the lumber store.

Zhuo Yichen and Zhao Yuanzhou fought back to back against Xiang Liyun and Mu Yuan. After sending the three of them out of the lumber store, Pei Sijing immediately came to them.

The wooden kite soared into the sky and circled around the hall, the flames at the tip of its tail igniting the surrounding walls.

Pei Sijing was responsible for long-range attacks, but unfortunately every arrow she shot was blocked by Mu Yuan. Zhao Yuanzhou and Zhuo Yichen cooperated with Xiang Liyun to fight.

Xiang Liyun held on struggling, and when the wooden kite passed by her again, she jumped onto its back, intending to break through the roof and leave.

Zhao Yuanzhou used the one-word technique "Wing" on Zhuo Yichen, helping Zhuo Yichen to have the ability to fly like a wooden kite.

When Xiang Liyun and Mu Yuan were about to break through the roof, Zhuo Yichen arrived in time and used the secret technique of the Bingyi tribe - condensing water into ice. The ice arrow hit Mu Yuan's wings, and the balance was broken. Mu Yuan fell from a high altitude along with Xiang Liyun.

Zhuo Yichen wanted to reach out and grab Xiang Liyun, but Xiang Liyun didn't seem to want to live anymore. "Master Zhuo, I prayed to the 'gods' for revenge and got this puppet body. I have been thinking about how to take revenge on the royal family for the past fifty years, but I have been on this path for too long and there is no turning back!"

Zhuo Yichen heard Xiang Liyun's last words brought by the wind, "Please tell Jiang Jiang that I will still be his wife in the next life!"

Zhuo Yichen fell to the ground and looked at Xiang Liyun who had turned into a puppet, and the wooden kite that had protected Xiang Liyun under its wings and had lost its power. They just stood there quietly and let the fire devour their bodies.

"Xiao Zhuo!"

"Master Zhuo!"

Zhao Yuanzhou and Pei Sijing ran to Zhuo Yichen and looked at the culprit who had been responsible for the wooden kite attacks in Tiandu City for nearly thirty or forty years, who was trapped in the sea of ​​fire.

As soon as Zhuo Yichen and his friends ran out of the fire, Wen Xiao trotted over and gave Zhuo Yichen an awkward look, "Xiao Zhuo, Mr. Jiang..."

Zhuo Yichen suddenly understood something, "Grandpa Jiang passed away, right?"

Wen Xiao's eyes widened, but it seemed reasonable. The person he loved the most was right beside him, but he had nothing. By the time he knew it, it was already too late. Jiang Lao might be...

Zhao Yuanzhou looked at the timber building that was completely engulfed by the fire with some melancholy, "It's a pity for this pair of lovers, they can't be together in life, and in death..."

The fire was eventually put out, and the Yao Ji team took away the remaining wings of the wooden kite and a part of Xiang Liyun's arm that was not completely burned from the ashes.

When Zhuo Yichen reported to his superiors again, he only handed over the remaining wooden kite wing, while Xiang Liyun's severed arm was buried together with Jiang Lanming.