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Chapter 169 Bo City

博城

The gentle sunlight spilled onto the streets of Bocheng, draping the city in a golden veil. Shops lined both sides of the street, their signs swaying softly in the breeze, making a crisp sound. The streets bustled with people, some strolling leisurely, others hurrying along, their faces radiating the essence of their daily lives.

A young couple strolled leisurely down the street. The man was tall and composed, his eyes revealing an all-powerful confidence, as if he could see through all the secrets of the world, making people afraid to look directly at him. The woman was stunningly beautiful and elegant, exuding a captivating charm with every step she took. Her every move carried an innate grace, like that of a noble princess.

Their steps were light and unhurried, as if the surrounding clamor was irrelevant to them, as if the whole world was making way for them. Behind them, a handsome middle-aged man followed respectfully, his eyes vigilantly scanning the surroundings, constantly protecting the safety of the two ahead. His gaze was as sharp as a hawk's, not missing any possible threat. These three were none other than Mo Xie, He Xi, and Enzor, who had just left Shanghai for Bo City.

While leisurely strolling through the street, He Xi suddenly asked curiously, "Is there something here that would make you come all this way?" Her voice was clear and melodious, like the sound of silver bells, and it stood out particularly well in the bustling street.

"Hahaha, I suppose it's some regret from my youth. But since it hasn't happened yet, let those reptiles go to hell ahead of time!" Mo Xie chuckled as he answered He Xi's question. His smile carried a hint of coldness, as if those so-called "reptiles" were utterly insignificant in his eyes. His smile was like that of a messenger from hell, sending chills down one's spine. After speaking, he followed the crowd in one direction.

As they walked, the commercial street of Bocheng revealed its unique character. The shops on both sides of the street each had their own distinct features; some were boutiques selling fashionable clothing, their windows displaying the latest styles, and the mannequins posing elegantly.

As if showcasing the allure of fashion, the clothing's materials and tailoring were top-notch, attracting fashion-conscious women to stop and admire; others were bookstores filled with the aroma of books, with posters recommending various best-selling titles displayed at the entrance.

Attracting book lovers to stop and browse, the bookstore is quiet and cozy, filled with the faint scent of ink, immersing people in the ocean of knowledge; there is also a coffee shop with a fragrant aroma, the rich coffee aroma wafting out, making people feel comfortable, the decoration of the shop is simple and stylish, a good place for people to relax.

Along the streets, various food stalls exuded enticing aromas. At the barbecue stalls, the sizzling, oily meat skewers smelled delicious, and the vendors skillfully flipped them, sprinkling them with various seasonings, attracting passersby to stop and buy. The aroma of the meat skewers seemed to awaken people's deepest appetites. In front of the candied hawthorn stalls, the crystal-clear candied hawthorns shimmered temptingly in the sunlight. Children held their parents' hands, gazing longingly at the candied hawthorns, their faces full of anticipation. The bright red hawthorns, coated with a layer of shiny sugar, looked incredibly tempting.

At the far end of this direction, a vast manor stands majestically. The manor's outer walls are made of huge stone blocks, each surface carved with exquisite patterns. Every line seems to tell the story of the manor's history, and the delicate and complex patterns demonstrate the superb skills of the craftsmen.

The manor's gate was tall and heavy, made of hard wood and inlaid with gold decorations, making it look exceptionally magnificent. The gold decorations on the gate glittered in the sunlight, as if to show the noble status of the manor's owner.

On either side of the main gate stands a stone lion, crouching there with a majestic expression, as if they were the guardians of the manor, watching over everyone who enters and exits. The stone lions are so lifelike, with each hair clearly defined, that they seem as if they might come to life at any moment.

Inside the manor, lush trees and abundant flowers and plants provide ample shade. A wide stone path extends from the gate into the depths of the manor, with tall trees planted on both sides, their branches intertwining to form a green tunnel. Sunlight filters through the gaps in the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the stone path.

The flowerbeds on both sides of the road are filled with a variety of flowers in full bloom, colorful and fragrant. The red ones are like fire, the pink ones are like the sunset, and the white ones are like snow, making it look like a beautiful garden fairyland.

In the distance, a magnificent building can be seen; that is the main building of the manor. The roof of the building is covered with red tiles, which gleam in the sunlight. The red tiles contrast sharply with the white walls, making them particularly eye-catching. The white walls appear exceptionally clean and tidy, and are decorated with some exquisite murals depicting various mythological stories and historical scenes.

The building's windows are arched and inlaid with stained glass. Sunlight shines through the glass and casts brilliant light and shadow on the ground, creating a series of beautiful paintings.

However, the atmosphere in the manor was strange. The garden, which should have been full of life, was filled with a faint sense of oppression. The birds no longer chirped merrily, as if they were intimidated by the oppressive atmosphere; the flowers also seemed to have lost their former beauty, becoming listless, as if they were telling the secrets hidden within the manor.

Manor

Countless dignitaries and nobles from Bo City gathered here, their eyes filled with shock and disbelief as they watched a young man on the dueling platform.

In front of the young man, a fully armed man lay unconscious on the ground. He wore a set of exquisite armor, the metallic gleaming slightly under the light. The armor was engraved with intricate patterns, seemingly some kind of mysterious totem, signifying the owner's status and position.

His helmet partially obscured his face, revealing a fresh wound on his cheek from which blood slowly seeped, a stark contrast to his pale skin. His tightly closed eyes and slack lips indicated that he was in a deep coma, utterly powerless to resist.

In the viewing area, a middle-aged man stared at the young man below with a grim expression, his eyes filled with disbelief and ferocity. This middle-aged man was Mu Zhuoyun, dressed in an expensive dark suit with a smooth, fine fabric and a well-tailored fit that perfectly accentuated his physique.

Every button on his suit jacket gleamed with an exquisite sheen, and a uniquely designed brooch adorned his lapel, showcasing his status and taste.

His hair was meticulously combed, jet black and shiny, but a few strands of silver were faintly visible at his temples, showing the marks of time.

His face, which was originally quite well-maintained with firm skin, was now flushed red with anger and shock, his features contorted. His once deep eyes were now wide open like copper bells, his pupils seemingly about to bulge out, filled with resentment and unwillingness towards the young man below. His high, straight nose trembled slightly with his rapid breathing, his thick lips were tightly pursed, and the corners of his mouth drooped down, as if he might utter vicious words at any moment.

Mo Fan, however, curled up a disdainful smile and said, "A bet is a bet! You lost! You should kneel down and apologize to my father! Mu Zhuoyun! You're telling me now that you've gone too far? Don't you find that funny? Or are you, the patriarch of the Mu family, trying to break the agreement?!" His eyes were full of mockery, as if he were laughing at Mu Zhuoyun's incompetence and cowardice.

Upon hearing this, Mu Zhuoyun glanced at Mo Fan with an ugly expression, then suppressed his anger and walked towards a middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man looked rather robust, with deep wrinkles etched on his face by the years—the marks of life.

He had short, jet-black hair with a few streaks of gray, each strand standing upright, giving him a particularly rugged appearance. His face was sharply defined, as if carved by a knife and axe, exuding a sense of fortitude and composure.

He had thick, slightly slanted eyebrows, below which were a pair of deep eyes that often conveyed gentleness and kindness. Whenever he looked at Mo Fan, his eyes were filled with concern and expectation.

His nose was high and straight, and his lips were full and always slightly pursed, giving people a sense of reliability and dependability. Years of hard work had made his skin dark and rough, but it also gave him a unique, weathered charm, allowing people to feel the strength within him that had endured many hardships yet remained steadfast.

Looking at the servant he used to boss around, Mu Zhuoyun gritted his teeth and slowly bent his legs, his face filled with humiliation and resentment.

Seeing Mu Zhuoyun about to kneel down, Mo Jiaxing immediately supported Mu Zhuoyun's arms and said, "Brother Mu, please don't do this! Mo Fan is still young and doesn't understand things yet!"

But I will never forget the help you gave me, Brother Mu, and your willingness to offer me a job.” His voice was filled with sincerity and gratitude, and his eyes revealed a sense of tolerance and kindness.

Upon hearing this, Mu Zhuoyun was immediately taken aback. Then, seeing Mo Jiaxing's sincere expression, he nodded gratefully and said, "Okay! Thank you, Jiaxing." He was filled with gratitude towards Mo Jiaxing, and at the same time, he felt a little guilty about his past actions.

Mo Fan, who had just stepped onto the stands, turned around and said, "Since my dad said so, let's just forget about it! Xin Xia! Dad! Let's go!" His voice carried a hint of helplessness, but also respect for his father.

Upon hearing this, Mo Jiaxing glanced at Mu Zhuoyun and the surrounding dignitaries, then nodded and said, "Good! My son has grown up! Listen to your son!" A gratified smile appeared on his face, as if he could see his son's growth and maturity.

Meanwhile, Ye Xinxia looked at her brother Mo Fan with a smile, her heart filled with joy.

At this moment, Ye Xinxia was like a fairy who had stepped out of a dreamlike painting, dazzling everyone's eyes. Her long, black hair, like a waterfall, fell smoothly over her shoulders, shimmering with a satin-like luster, each strand seemingly telling a story of tranquility and gentleness.

On her delicate oval face were a pair of clear and bright eyes, like twinkling stars in the night sky, pure and deep, often revealing gentleness and kindness, making people fall deeply in love with her without even realizing it.

Her eyelashes, like butterfly wings, trembled slightly, seemingly stirring ripples in people's hearts. Beneath her high, straight nose were lips as pink as cherry blossoms, and a faint smile always graced her lips, like the warmest sunshine in spring, capable of dispelling the gloom in people's hearts.

Although her legs are temporarily paralyzed and she can only sit in a wheelchair, her legs, which are like flawless works of art, add to her poignant beauty and mystery.

Her skin was as white as snow, and under the sunlight, it seemed to radiate a soft halo, as delicate as mutton fat jade, without the slightest flaw.

She wore a white dress, the hem of which swayed gently in the breeze, like a blooming white lotus, pure and ethereal, like an angel who had strayed into the mortal world, bringing beauty and tranquility to everything around her.

Mo Fan, seeing Xin Xia's gentle smile, also smiled brightly and walked behind her, pushing her wheelchair as he prepared to leave with Mo Jiaxing.

But at this moment.

"Don't rush off! You still have an enemy you haven't avenged."

A calm yet playful voice suddenly came from outside the hall, as if it came from the void, making its source elusive.

The surrounding guests were startled and then all looked out of the hall.

A young couple with extraordinary bearing walked into the manor with smiles on their faces. Their smiles seemed to have a magical power, drawing people in irresistibly.

The servants and guards of the Mu family stood frozen in place like puppets, their eyes vacant, as if they had lost their souls.

Zhan Kong, the military mages commander of Bocheng, formerly known as Zu Yixing, looked at the young man and woman who walked in with a solemn expression, beads of cold sweat constantly dripping from his forehead.

Because he couldn't sense even the slightest trace of the other party's aura!

The people who arrived were Mo Xie and He Xi, who had just arrived in Bo City not long ago.

"Who are you?! How dare you trespass into the Mu family manor!" Upon seeing this, a Mu family guard immediately stepped forward and pointed at Mo Xie, questioning him. His voice trembled slightly, clearly intimidated by the imposing presence of Mo Xie and He Xi.

Upon seeing this, Mo Xie merely glanced at the other party indifferently before discovering a black substance in the other party's heart!

If Mo Xie remembers correctly, this mass of matter seems to be a member of the Black Church!

Upon seeing this, Mo Xie's lips curled into a strange smile, and the guard instantly knelt down with a blank look in his eyes. Then, his heart floated out of his body.

Zhan Kong, who was standing near the guard, instantly saw a black substance inside the heart.

Upon seeing this, Zhan Kong's pupils dilated in shock.

"Hehe, I thought there was only one big fish! I didn't expect there to be so many small fish!" Mo Xie looked at the crowd around him with amusement.

The next second, the surrounding crowd suddenly became agitated.

One by one, people suddenly and inexplicably knelt down with lifeless eyes, and their hearts followed, floating in the air.

And without exception, each of these people had a black substance in their heart.

This scene filled everyone who knew the symbol of the Black Vatican with terror as they stared at the heart in the sky.

Upon closer inspection, there were actually more than thirty hearts floating in the entire hall!

This scene left Mo Fan, who had originally planned to leave as soon as possible, stunned in place, because what he saw completely overturned his understanding.

Dozens of people had their hearts ripped out without any resistance or sound!

What he found most unbelievable was that the young man, who looked only a few years older than him, didn't even move a finger!

At this moment, the Mu family manor seemed to have turned into a huge battlefield. The heart floating in the air emitted an eerie light, and people's exclamations and screams rose and fell. The entire manor was shrouded in fear and chaos.

Mo Xie and He Xi stood in the center of the hall, like masters of life and death. Their eyes were cold and resolute, as if declaring war on the Black Vatican. A battle between good and evil was about to begin here...