She was asking Feng Sha now because Feng Sha just happened to be left behind to handle other matters and hadn’t gone with them.
Feng Sha’s voice sounded somewhat bitter from the other end, "Miss Sui... we also haven’t received any news. According to our previous estimation, Ninth Miss was planning to return ten days ago, but now it has already exceeded the prediction.. We’ve been trying to contact her, but we lost contact half a month ago, we thought she hadn’t emerged yet..."
Sui Yi clasped her phone slightly tighter, her brows knitted together, without speaking.
"Miss Sui, our Family Head has already rushed to Capital City this morning... I’m right by his side now, would you like to contact him.."
Feng Sha lowering his voice slightly made Sui Yi’s eyebrows raise, "No need, we’ll talk when we meet."
She seemed certain that he was coming to see her.
Feng Sha knew that Sui Yi had the luxury of choice and wasn’t annoyed, "Okay, anyway, we have arrived..."
He was about to say something when suddenly he heard Sui Yi say, "Sorry, I have an incoming call. "
Oh?
Click, Sui Yi had hung up the phone.
Meanwhile, Old Master Ye, who had rested well on the corridor, was stepping in with his bow-legged walk, just to see Sui Yi on the phone. He didn’t mind, and just stepped onto the platform...
The sound of a baby’s cry, or a female ghost’s scream, or perhaps a demon’s echoing howl...
In that instant, it sharply exploded from somewhere!
At the moment everyone in the room felt a grimace and immense discomfort, Sui Yi flicked her hand...
Bang!!!!!!!
The sound of the explosion, the shattering crispness, and the dullness all appeared in the next instant. Old Master Ye’s hand trembled, and he almost threw his water bottle, while at that moment... Mo Ke, who sat next to Sui Yi, furrowed his brows and with a sweep of his hand, the incoming fragments were slapped away!
Sui Yi’s hand!
And in the same row, four seats away from them, a young, cold-looking man bounced off the surface of the desk with his palm, landing in the aisle next to Sui Yi. He threw a book from the table into his palm, where it revolved like a small shield, swish, swish, swish!
The fine shards hit the floor.
Two breaths later, the dust had settled, and he turned to see Sui Yi standing there expressionless, looking toward the balcony outside the window...
The phone was thrown there.
Her gaze slid over the charred fragments of the phone, looking down at the square below.
By now, many people had been drawn by the explosion.
The classroom was a mess, with some already running outside, but Old Master Ye kept his composure and shouted quickly, "Sui Yi, are you alright!"
As he was saying this, he started to walk over.
Just then, amid the noise outside the door, a man ran in, and upon seeing the scene, he was greatly shocked, "Miss Sui..."
Hearing this, Sui Yi turned her face, and although the hand that had held the phone was not badly mangled, it was still significantly injured, dripping with fresh blood.
However...
"Your face," Mo Ke had already stood up and lightly pointed at Sui Yi’s left cheek, "You have an injury on your face."
A delicate scratch, the blood becoming denser, was a streak of blood, oozing out of her porcelain skin, creating a rather harrowing sight.
Blood? Sui Yi lifted her hand, her right middle finger slowly traced along that scratch, smearing the blood as the finger moved over it, contemplating as she looked at the blood on her fingertip...
It seemed like all the screams and fear of the other people in the classroom had nothing to do with her.
Until Mo Ke handed her some tissues.
"Thank you," Sui Yi accepted them, and he frowned slightly, somewhat calmer than others, "I think you should get that wound seen to now, we can talk about anything else later."
Her glance swept over Feng Sha.
"No time," Sui Yi said while directly stepping past the indifferent young man, walking down the aisle, meanwhile speaking to Old Master Ye, "I’m so sorry."
"It’s alright... I’ll sort out your leave later, first go and have your wound looked at.."
Sui Yi nodded and hurriedly walked out, with Feng Sha following closely behind; both of their presences were cold, cold as if the air had frozen solid.
Especially Sui Yi, that expressionless stride out made the crowd originally gathered at the door involuntarily shrink back in fear...
Revealing the crowd standing there, an old man with a cane, followed by a group of athletically dressed, dangerous-looking youngsters.
Their attire was a mix between gangster and military, efficient and sharp, clearly incredibly dangerous at first sight.
Especially the young man standing beside the elderly man, towering at one meter ninety, strikingly handsome, and as Sui Yi walked out, he turned his head to look at her.
Sui Yi approached the old man.
The young man quickly swept a glance, separating the students from Feng Sha and the others unnoticeably so as to allow a conversation between the two without being overheard by ordinary people.
He promptly took out a roll of gauze and a potion-soaked cotton swab from an underling’s backpack, which Sui Yi took but only used the gauze.
The young man frowned slightly, about to say something when he saw Old Master Gong wave his hand, and he retreated.
Old Master Gong was accustomed to big storms; he was very composed, "I take it this accident wasn’t a coincidence."
"Indeed not,"
"Was your phone installed with a micro bomb?"
"No," Sui Yi wiped her face with the tissue again in her hand and threw it away, "It was the sound."
Sound?
Feng Sha and the others all furrowed their brows. What sound was so powerful?
"The phone call just now?" Old Master Gong asked.
"Hmm..." Sui Yi nodded, winding the gauze around her palm in circles and spoke indifferently, "That was Gong Jiu’s number."
What!
Even Old Master Gong couldn’t stay calm anymore, after all, it was from someone who had been out of contact for over ten days. It was sudden when that person had initiated a call to Sui Yi, but...
"You mean her voice caused the phone to explode?"
"Not her voice, but another kind of creature~~" Sui Yi frowned slightly, seemingly reluctant to describe the previous horror with words like "ghostly voice." If that sound had lasted a bit longer, she feared it might have killed everyone in the classroom.
Sound waves are a very terrifying force.
But what kind of sound waves exactly?
Another creature.
Could it be that this creature called Sui Yi, then emitted a terrifying sound wave that directly shattered the phone?
This highly fantastical explanation caused Old Master Gong’s cheeks to twitch slightly as he knocked his cane on the ground, his face turning grim, "Western Hunan... I knew that place was an ominous land for my Palace Family! Little Jiu, she..."
The word "Western Hunan" represented much more than just fantasy.
"I need to set off as soon as possible, perhaps your Palace Family is already prepared," Sui Yi finished wrapping the gauze.
The main purpose of Old Master Gong’s visit was to request Sui Yi to lead the team. He came in person to express his plea, for Sui Yi was no ordinary person, and certainly not a subordinate of the Palace Family. Even if she had a very good relationship with Ninth Miss, it was certain she would come forward, and the Palace Family had to show their stance.
So he came.
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"Indeed, we are prepared. I have also spoken to your principal about your leave... Feng Sha and Gong Yi will go with you, and there is already a team that went ahead to Western Hunan, waiting for you there..."
Gong Yi, that was the handsome young man.
Sui Yi nodded, "Good, I need to go home first to get some things."
"Alright... we are counting on you this time."
"Gong Jiu is my friend," that was her response.
After speaking, she headed straight downstairs. Gong Yi and Feng Sha followed her down, just as Jiang Muxiu and the others were running up from below...
Surprised by the blood on Sui Yi’s hand, they then looked towards Gong Yi...
They passed by each other.
"Boss, was that... Sui Yi? Is she really the person involved in the phone explosion?"
"Ouch, why do I feel like she’s become a different person, that aura..."
Jiang Muxiu’s eyebrows knitted together; it seemed that Sui Yi was even more mysterious than he had imagined.
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Inside the classroom, Mo Ke’s brows moved slightly as she picked up a fragment with the tip of her finger. That voice from before...
"Could it be that?"
As if she thought of something, she looked up at the indifferent young man, only to find him, like the other students, being ushered out. After all, there had been an explosion, and the school needed to investigate... therefore, the class was cancelled.
What was his name again?
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When Sui Yi arrived at the parking lot, ready to take Gong Yi’s car to Qingshan Courtyard, a familiar small car abruptly stopped in front of the Palace Family’s private cars, with someone leaning against it. Upon seeing the wounds on her hands and her face, the person’s expression changed slightly, then he approached her.
He stopped in front of Sui Yi, and she smiled faintly, "Tang Sect’s Yan Qingwu, I think you might need me."
Gong Yi and Feng Sha looked at Sui Yi.
Sui Yi stared at her steadily, and upon confirming that the other party wouldn’t change her mind, she could only sigh, "Get in the car."
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In the apartment, Sui Yi quickly treated her wound. Yan Qingwu helped her pack her luggage, changed into adventure-ready attire, and finally shouldered Demon Que.
In less than an hour, the group arrived at the international airport and took a direct flight to Western Hunan.
Actually, on the car ride, Sui Yi had asked Feng Sha about the entire plan for Gong Jiu’s trip to Western Hunan.
Before, due to the Palace Family’s privacy, she hadn’t asked much, but now, with the situation pressing, the other party couldn’t hide it anymore, right?
The person who answered wasn’t Feng Sha but Gong Yi.
Although he looked cold, he was actually quite agreeable upon interaction; he revealed his identity as soon as they got on the car.
He was the eldest son of the third branch of the Palace Family, not the direct line, because the true direct line was Ninth Miss’s lineage, and Ninth Miss was also the next Family Head. He was seven years older than Ninth Miss, and as children, they played together everywhere, practiced martial arts together, so they were very close. He had come back specifically from Mongolia this time...
Regarding Sui Yi’s queries, he knew he must provide explanations, and in fact, Old Master Gong had already instructed him.
"Western Hunan, a place people of my Palace Family usually avoid, because when Ah Jiu was young, around seven years old, my uncle and aunt went to Western Hunan... back then, a major incident occurred in Western Hunan, one you may have never heard of"
Gong Jiu was seven, so that was an incident from over a decade ago, something Sui Yi and her peers naturally wouldn’t know. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation tickets, monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)