After calling out to Wu Yong and Yuan Mengjia, Old Sun immediately got into the car, diligently studying the hexagrams Li Chunfeng had drawn, hoping to find some clues.
Wu Yong and Yuan Mengjia exchanged glances. As they walked towards the pickup truck and were about to get in, they saw Li Chunfeng lying on the cement ground outside, his face covered in blood.
Together, they carefully helped Li Chunfeng to the side of the car.
To their surprise, Sun Simiao, without even looking up, said, "Throw him in the back of the truck! Otherwise, this master fears I might not be able to stop myself from killing this wicked disciple!"
Yuan Mengjia, seeing Li Chunfeng's miserable state, felt that her usually kind Uncle-Master had transformed into a great demon. She shivered uncontrollably.
With her Master not around and her senior brother beaten like this, she instantly lost her composure.
"Team Leader Wu, what should we do?"
"What else can we do? Listen to Zhenren Sun. He must have a valid reason for doing this."
Wu Yong lifted Li Chunfeng and, like tossing a dead pig, threw him into the back of the pickup truck.
He then walked towards the three-wheeled vehicle convoy. He intended to explain his earlier mention of having a car, but upon seeing the pathetic state of Changsun Chong and Zhang Daxing, he wisely kept quiet.
He fetched a bucket of diesel from a three-wheeled vehicle, filled the pickup truck, and placed the empty bucket by the roadside. Someone would collect it later.
Getting into the driver's seat, he glanced back and saw that Yuan Mengjia had already gotten into the car.
"Accelerate! Just like before!"
Old Sun continued to look at the drawing and said faintly.
Wu Yong froze. Li Chunfeng was in the back of the truck. If they accelerated hard, wouldn't he suffer even more?
"What are you freezing for? I told you to accelerate! Can you do it or not? If not, I'll do it myself!"
Old Sun glared at Wu Yong, spitting on his face.
*Pfft!*
Wu Yong wiped his face with his hand and engaged the gear.
First gear, he slammed the accelerator to the floor.
*Duang!*
The sound of Li Chunfeng being thrown against the guardrail echoed from the back of the truck.
Li Chunfeng stared blankly at the sky, lying in the truck bed, as if the impact hadn't been on him but on someone else.
His mind was still immersed in the last image he had seen: a man and a woman, unclothed, fighting in front of a black box.
His spirit seemed to be absorbed within it, a smile on his lips, even letting out transparent saliva that flowed to the roots of his ears without his knowledge.
That scene seemed to contain the ultimate Way!
The pickup truck accelerated wildly. Old Sun flipped through his notebook, his brow furrowed, muttering incessantly, "No! No! None of this is right!"
With a *snap*, he closed the notebook. "Stop! Turn back to Fangjiazhuang!"
Wu Yong, acting on reflex, slammed on the brakes.
*Chichichi...!*
The tires screeched, leaving long marks on the cement road.
A loud *dong* came from behind.
The moment the vehicle stopped, Old Sun jumped out and went to the back, reaching out to grab Li Chunfeng, wanting to ask if he had seen anything again.
But Li Chunfeng remained in the same state, staring blankly at the sky.
Old Sun knew at a glance that this fellow was possessed. He slapped him across the face, "Wake up!"
Li Chunfeng turned his head with a bewildered expression. Instantly, a sharp pain shot through his head. He reached up to touch it, and it felt warm and wet.
He brought his hand in front of his eyes and saw it was covered in blood.
"Fuck!"
Li Chunfeng could only utter these two words before his eyes rolled back, and he fainted.
"Good heavens, he must have been hit by that sudden braking!"
Old Sun took out a small wooden box from his pocket, retrieved a silver needle, and pricked several points on Li Chunfeng's head.
*Mmm...!*
Li Chunfeng, who had just fainted, opened his eyes hazily.
"Uncle-Master...!"
Seeing Old Sun, he quickly got up to greet him. With this movement, every part of his body ached.
*Hiss...!*
"Did you see anything just now?"
Old Sun grabbed his collar and asked fiercely.
"No, I didn't!"
Li Chunfeng felt like crying. "Why are you playing with me like this? The last picture wasn't finished because the car stopped. What does that have to do with me!"
Old Sun looked disappointed and lifted him, opened the back door, and threw him inside.
"Drive! To Shenyang!"
There was no other choice. He had to find Fang Er to ask about that last incomprehensible picture. Perhaps he would know something.
As dusk gradually fell, the convoy stopped, setting up camp for the night by the roadside.
Since being beaten by Old Sun, they had slowed down and were now walking with the main group.
Changsun Ling'er, seeing her younger brother's pathetic state, didn't feel pity but instead let out a chuckle.
Changsun Chong's face was so swollen it was impossible to discern any expression, only two glistening tears trickling from the corners of his eyes. His voice choked with sobs, "Sister, are you even my real sister!"
Changsun Ling'er threw him two words: "Serves you right!"
Seeing that someone could beat her brother to this state, and that Qin Huaiyu and others remained silent about it, he must have caused some serious trouble. It was good for him to learn a lesson.
Changsun Ling'er went to the resting place of the palace maids. The maids from other families were also there. She walked into the crowd, looked at Fang Fengzhu and the others, and clapped her hands.
"Sisters, come on, let's practice!"
Zhang Yuanshuang, unaware that her younger brother had been ruined by a rock, was chatting happily with others. Hearing Changsun Ling'er's words, she asked curiously.
"Sister Ling'er, practice what?"
When Changsun Ling'er recounted the incident of her brother being beaten, everyone else became interested.
They had never heard of Changsun Chong suffering a loss, so it was a rare occurrence. Thus, they gathered in groups to see Changsun Chong's miserable state.
"Ooooh~~~!"
"Hiss, ooooh~~~!"
"My butt~~!"
"My butt~~!"
Upon seeing Changsun Chong, a faint groan suddenly came from nearby.
Zhang Yuanshuang paused. "That sounds like Daxing?"
Following the sound, she saw Zhang Daxing in the back of the three-wheeled vehicle.
Zhang Daxing was lying face down, his backside a mess of blood and yellowish fluid. His face was pale, and large beads of sweat covered his forehead.
Zhang Yuanshuang was startled!
"Daxing, Daxing, what's wrong?"
Hearing her voice, Zhang Daxing looked at her with a wronged expression. "Sister, that Old Sun beat me! Wuwuwuwu~~!"
"My butt got... I can't show my face anymore!"
As he spoke, he started to cry, his sobs sounding like a jilted young bride.
Zhang Yuanshuang, who had been very worried, became less tense upon hearing his crying.
"Listen to how strong his voice is, there's definitely nothing seriously wrong!"