Nonsense! How could my adopted son be a villain?

Zheng Er paused, the situation inside the room was clearly different from what he had imagined. He turned back and glanced at Xu Lingguang and the other man with a strange look, thinking that since he couldn't get these two, they really came to visit Lu Dong.

But he had no recollection of any connection between these two and Lu Dong.

There's definitely something fishy going on here.

Zheng Er squinted and walked closer to the bed to look at the person on it. Lu Dong was lying on his side, face down, buried in the pillow. His messy long hair covered his face, and he looked like he was asleep.

Whether he was exhausted from his madness or had been given drugs, the commotion in the room didn't wake him up.

Zheng Er kicked the bed with his foot, not taking it seriously: "Lu Dong? Xu Lingguang and I came to see you. Don't sleep, get up and let's talk."

The person on the bed showed no reaction.

Zheng Er was not a patient person. He was convinced that Xu Lingguang's visit to Lu Dong was suspicious, but he knew he wouldn't get anything out of Xu Lingguang and Liu Zhu, so he turned his attention to Lu Dong.

But Lu Dong was still pretending to be dead. Zheng Er impatiently reached out to pull his arm, but the first thing he felt was a strange soft touch.

Lu Dong was an adult man, tall and thin, but not weak. However, when Lu Dong grabbed his arm, it felt like he was grabbing a piece of soft flesh without bones, or even softer than soft flesh.

Zheng Er felt Lu Dong's arm being squeezed into a thin strip in his hand.

The strange sensation made him subconsciously release Lu Dong's arm, but Lu Dong remained lying on his side, showing no reaction.

But there was indeed a faint breath coming out of his nose, so he was definitely still alive.

Realizing this, Zheng Er dispelled the eerie feeling and kicked the bed leg hard again: "Damn it, how long are you going to keep pretending? If you don't get up, don't blame me for being impolite."

Lu Dong was as if he were dead.

Zheng Er's patience had reached its limit. He gritted his teeth, reached out again, grabbed Lu Dong's arm, and pulled him off the bed.

His idea was to throw the person on the ground and move him around; he didn't believe Lu Dong could still pretend to be dead after that.

To his surprise, Lu Dong's body was much more fragile than he had imagined. With just a little force, he pulled Lu Dong's arm off, and the broken body fell crookedly to the edge of the bed, slumped on the ground like a sack that had lost its cotton filling.

Zheng Er stared at the arm in his hand as if he had seen a ghost.

His attention was focused on how easily he had ripped off Lu Dong's arm, and for a moment he didn't notice the severed arm and the spurting blood, as if it were really a prosthetic limb stuffed with cotton.

No, to be precise, it wasn't stuffed with cotton, but with fog.

Xu Lingguang saw wisps of gray mist emanating from Zheng Ershou's severed limbs and Lu Dong's body.

The change was rapid. At first, it drifted out in thin wisps like incense smoke, but then it sprang out quickly, with large clumps of gray mist surging out and filling the simple house in an instant.

Zheng Er finally realized something was wrong, angrily threw away the severed limb in his hand, and glared at Xu Lingguang: "This has nothing to do with me. Did you do something to Lu Dong?"

Xu Lingguang ignored him and gestured behind his back to Liu Zhu to retreat first.

He sensed danger as soon as the gray fog appeared, and didn't even have time to argue with Zheng Er. He planned to leave Jing Si Hall first and then make a decision.

However, Zheng Er did not intend to let the two go so easily. Lu Dong's situation was strange. Xu Lingguang and Liu Zhu must have secretly done something to frame him.

"Trying to leave?" Zheng Er's smile was sinister. "Not so easy!"

With a gesture, two henchmen blocked his path from the left and right, while Zheng Er approached smugly, chin raised, and said with a contemptuous smile, "Alright, now tell me, what exactly is going on?"

Xu Lingguang's expression was tense as he looked behind Zheng Er.

The gray fog in the room had spread, and the entire Jing Si Hall was shrouded in mist. Lu Dong, who had been slumped by the bed, could no longer be seen.

Everything around me looked just like a dream.

Xu Lingguang looked at Zheng Er with a strange expression and said softly, "Didn't you hear anything?"

"what sound?"

Zheng Er was puzzled, feeling that Xu Lingguang was trying to trick him again, but when he listened carefully, his expression suddenly changed, and there was indeed crying.

The cries were faint and intermittent, filled with pain and despair, as if they were right next to my ears, sending chills down my spine.

Even so, Zheng Er could still vaguely recognize that it was Lu Dong's voice.

Zheng Er's cheek muscles twitched, and he looked coldly at Xu Lingguang: "What exactly are you guys up to?"

However, Xu Lingguang did not intend to tell him the answer. He and Liuzhu exchanged a glance, and the two of them launched their attack at the same time, bypassing the two who were blocking their way, and sped away into the distance.

Zheng Er instinctively wanted to chase after him, but the crying was really annoying, and he always felt that something was wrong with Lu Dong's condition. He wanted to go and check on Lu Dong's body again, and preferably take him back to show the ancestor.

He then gave a cold look in the direction Xu Lingguang and the other man had left, and prepared to turn back into the house.

But as soon as he took a step, he froze.

The main room, which was clearly right behind him, had vanished without a trace, leaving only an endless gray mist spreading out.

"What the hell is this place?"

Zheng Er cursed angrily and was about to send a message to his ancestor, but when he touched his empty waist, he remembered that the use of communication stones was not allowed in the palace. The communication stones had all been taken away before they entered the palace.

The crying grew louder in the mist, as if the distance between the person crying and him was shrinking.

Zheng Er cursed again, his brows furrowed with malice, and said to his two henchmen, "Let's go, let's go take a look. I want to see what this Lu Dong is up to."

Once Lu Dong was captured... Zheng Er gritted his teeth and sneered.

How dare he play tricks on him? Lu Dong won't get away with it.

Although Zheng Er was arrogant, he was certainly not a fool.

Although it was difficult to discern directions in the hazy fog, he and his two followers followed the faint crying sound around and around until they finally found the source of the crying.

It really was Lu Dong.

He squatted on the cobblestone path, his white undergarment standing out starkly in the dim mist.

He had his back to Zheng Er and his group, his head buried between his arms, and he kept making muffled sobs, like a ghost.

Zheng Er finally found the person, licked his teeth, and stepped forward to kick Lu Dong: "I finally found you, sir. Stop playing tricks on me, I think you don't want to live anymore."