?!
Chen Mo suddenly looked up.
He saw those white eyes devoid of confusion, instead exuding coldness and amusent, looking down at him from above.
"You seem very interested in ?"
"Coincidentally, I am too..."
Not only did the deanor change, but the tone also transford, becoming deep and oppressive. Although the appearance remained unchanged, it felt like a completely different person!
"You’re not Chu Heng, who are you?!"
Chen Mo stepped back, his hand resting on the hilt of his blade.
Seeing his expression as if facing a formidable enemy, Chu Heng’s lips curled up, his body slowly leaning forward.
"Although I was prepared, I never imagined you could actually achieve this level."
"As the saying goes, a bow too tense will break, a sword too sharp will nick. Overdoing things is harmful, be careful not to get yourself caught up..."
Chen Mo’s brow furrowed, "Are you Prince Yu?"
"Who I am is not important."
"Chu Heng" chuckled lightly, "Who you are matters the most."
Just as Chen Mo was about to say sothing, suddenly "Chu Heng’s" expression changed slightly, a trace of astonishnt flashed in his eyes.
"Who is it?!"
As soon as he spoke, his body began to tremble violently, his expression shifting unpredictably. His white eyes were filled with blood, and the veins on his neck bulged.
It seed as if there was a fight for control of the body.
In just three breaths, Chu Heng regained calmness.
His eyes lowered, looking at Chen Mo with curiosity, as if appreciating an incredibly precious piece of art.
Then he opened his mouth, wanting to say sothing.
But the sound was unclear, accompanied by a strange rhythmic tone, sounding like so ancient spell, making one’s heart shudder.
"Sothing’s not right!"
Without any hesitation, Chen Mo drew the Broken Jade Blade and swung it directly at Chu Heng’s neck!
Even though acting at this critical juncture might bring huge trouble, he trusted his spiritual sense. At that mont, Chu Heng was extrely dangerous! He had to strike first!
Swoosh—
The Sword Qi swept past without any hindrance.
The head flew high, blood gushing like a fountain!
The head "thudded" onto the ground, rolling several tis, but the lips continued to move, the white eyes unblinkingly staring at him.
"No matter who you are, die already!"
Chen Mo didn’t hold back, silver dust dispersed, exploding loudly!
Fierce flas engulfed the head and torso, turning them to ashes amidst the scorching heat, and the strange spell abruptly ceased at that mont.
"Sigh..."
Vaguely, a soft sigh echoed in the air.
The deep voice lingered by his ear, indistinguishable between male and female: "I know you have many questions and doubts... Soon, when we et, all your questions will be answered..."
eting?
Chen Mo’s scalp tightened.
What the hell is going on?!
This is the Imperial Prison, not even a fly can get in, yet soone managed to control Chu Heng right under his nose? And there were two of them!
"Mr. Chen..."
"Mr. Chen?"
A calling voice ca through.
Chen Mo snapped back to reality, seeing the Prison Director standing beside him, looking at him with a puzzled expression.
"Mr. Chen, are you alright? I’ve called you several tis without any response..."
?
Chen Mo turned his head and froze in astonishnt.
Chu Heng was still tied to the rack, not beheaded, and there were no roaring flas. Throughout, his sword was never drawn.
Looking at those hollow eyes, still in a hypnotized state, it seed everything that just happened was rely an illusion.
"Impossible, it felt so real..." Chen Mo murmured to himself.
"What did you say?" The Prison Director was even more confused.
Chen Mo didn’t answer, quickly walked to the table.
Picked up the Image Stone, focusing his mind into it, checking what was recorded just now.
The scene appeared before him, everything started normal, matching his mory...
Until he asked who wanted to kill Chu Heng, his body suddenly froze, standing motionless for the length of half an incense stick’s ti.
"So, when I was using Divine Skills to control Chu Heng, so force pulled into an illusion through his eyes?"
"What kind of technique is this?"
"Who is behind this? Could it be they’ve always been hiding within Chu Heng?!"
Chen Mo’s throat was dry, cold sweat seeped from his back.
He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.
One thing was certain at the mont:
The opponent’s strength far exceeded his imagination. Whether to continue the interrogation or take direct action, it might bring great disaster!
"Throw Chu Heng into the Black Prison, without my permission, no one is to release him!" Chen Mo said sternly.
The Black Prison, situated in the deepest part of the dungeon, has walls made of Demon-breaking Stones, one way in with no way out, shrouded in perpetual darkness, is the most secure place in the Imperial Prison, used only for the most dangerous offenders.
Logically speaking, given Chu Heng’s capability, such caution shouldn’t be necessary.
But seeing Chen Mo’s grave deanor, the Prison Director realized sothing was off and didn’t question it, nodding, "I’ll arrange it imdiately."
He then signaled with his hand, two prison guards dragged the unconscious Chu Heng out.
After settling Chu Heng, Chen Mo didn’t delay, taking the Image Stone and leaving the Imperial Prison, heading straight for the Imperial Palace.
What just happened was certainly not an illusion, to figure out what was going on, the best approach is to perform a Soul Search!
The first thought that ca to Chen Mo was Her Majesty the Consort, but he quickly dismissed it.
After all, Chu Heng’s identity is special. Should the Empress take action, it might incur a backlash from the nation’s fortune, nullifying all previous efforts.
But apart from the Empress, who else could wield such ans? And dare to cut into the royal lineage?
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