Chapter 292: Chapter 292 Minister under the Skirt (14)
The bird flapped its wings in a desperate attempt, but it became entangled in a silver thread and, after a few futile flutters, it gave up. Instead, it managed to completely crush a table that was already somewhat broken.
The bird: “…”
Suddenly, the air fell silent.
Chuzheng reiterated, “You did this.”
It wasn’t until now that the bird realized it had been caught.
From outside came the sudden sound of a whistle, to which the bird cried out in response.
“You have accomplices?” Chuzheng scoffed. Just how stupid could this bird and its accomplices be?
The bird: “…”
Chuzheng looked out the window, where the crescent moon was veiled by clouds, softly draping the world in a misty shroud.
Vague figures stood suspended in the air outside the window, stationed at intervals to form a semicircular encirclement around the building.
The streets, which should have been noisy, were now eerily silent.
As if all the people in the city had vanished.
These mysterious figures clearly bore ill intent.
The bird let out another chirp.
Clearly, it was signaling to another.
Chuzheng tightened the silver thread in her hand, and the bird screeched miserably before sliding across the floor, crashing into the window, and flying straight out.
The bird couldn’t control its body as it hurtled toward one of the figures in the air.
This turn of events was unexpected for them.
The bird broke through their encirclement, creating an opening.
“Wu Di, what are you doing!” someone from the crowd roared in anger.
Wu Di was apparently the name of the foolish bird.
“Master, save me!” Wu Di screamed, moving like a yo-yo through the air, flung out and then reeled back in, again and again…
The group’s formation was thrown into disarray by the bird as they shuffled positions in the air.
Behind this crowd stood another figure, cloaked in black with a hood that blended him into the darkness.
In the midst of chaos, the figure shifted slightly, the air around him twisted subtly, and he was suddenly at the forefront.
He grabbed Wu Di’s ankle, halting the flinging and retrieving motion Chuzheng had been performing.
“Ow, ow, ow!”
Wu Di cried out loudly.
A woman stood in a room unobstructed by walls, the dim lighting casting a halo around her.
She stood there calmly, coolly, as if the figures in the void hardly concerned her.
All these people wore masks, their faces concealed.
But what caught the eye was the black-cloaked figure; with him stepping forward, the rest seemed to find their anchor, regaining their earlier coordination.
The black-cloaked figure pulled Wu Di behind him.
Chuzheng rotated her wrist in a circle, and as the black-cloaked figure pulled, he failed to move him; on the contrary, Wu Di kept screaming in pain.
Blood began to seep from Wu Di’s feathers.
The black-cloaked figure felt a surge of alarm, his sharp gaze slicing through the air, targeted at Chuzheng.
She nonchalantly twirled the silver thread with her fingers, “What exactly are you up to?”
Disturbing the peace in the dead of night to wreck someone’s house—where’s your sense of public decency? Who’s going to bear the blame for this?
Tianjin Mouse: “…” Who exactly is the one wrecking the house here?
“You killed our people,” the black-cloaked figure stated in a low, hoarse voice. “And you stole from us; we’re naturally here to take back what’s ours.”
“I don’t recall doing so,” Chuzheng countered expressionlessly.
Accusing me of crimes with wild allegations?
I don’t acknowledge any of that!
“In the Secret Realm, surely you remember!” someone from behind the black-cloaked figure interjected.
The Secret Realm…
Are they referring to those four idiots who wanted the Tianjin Mouse’s heart?
That wasn’t my doing, right?
It was the Tianjin Mouse’s work, what does it have to do with me?
Chuzheng stroked the Tianjin Mouse, its soft fur slipping through the gaps in her fingers. She calmly asked, “The person who killed you, who stole your things… do you have evidence?”