Chapter 1202: Private Grudge

That group of strangers seemed to be lining up, quietly and quickly surging into the Lie Che, leaving the nearest Di Zhu and Mao momentarily at a loss for what to do.

Soon, the corridor within a few meters was packed with people. If the crowd stayed put, those behind wouldn't be able to board.

"The situation seems off..." Bai Jiu stared at their faces, examining their dirty countenances and tattered clothes, and whispered, "These people look like Yuan Zhu Min."

"Damn..." Luo Shiyi was stunned upon hearing this, "Yuan Zhu Min clocking out and heading back to the Lie Che?"

"Tsk, are you out of your mind..." Zhou Mo rolled his eyes at Luo Shiyi, "What kind of shift do Yuan Zhu Min even work?"

At that moment, Qian Wu turned to Di Zhu: "Do you know what's going on?"

"I don't know." Di Zhu watched the crowd entering from afar and shook his head silently, "Yuan Zhu Min never board the train. But I have a bad feeling... We're standing out too much. We need to get out of here first."

"Alright..." As the crowd grew, the group quickly left the area.

However, whether it was Wei Yang or the Yuan Zhu Min boarding, they all seemed to overlook one issue.

Once on the Lie Che, there were two paths to choose from, left or right.

In this long corridor, without someone from the inside to guide them, this group had a fifty percent chance of heading in the wrong direction.

Even if they luckily chose the right way, they still risked dying at the hands of other Sheng Xiao.

What's more, when this group appeared, their presence blocked the line of sight that once extended clearly through the Lie Che.

Now, no matter which direction you looked from on the Lie Che, all you'd see was a dense mass of heads.

Upon hearing Zhou Mo say that the "mission was fully complete," Yan Zhi Chun immediately led his companions and the Di She onto the train.

It appeared that all the Ji Dao had tacitly waited a bit, so when they boarded, they only saw scattered figures and rarely any Sheng Xiao.

The Di She's room was very close to the drop-off point, and in less than a minute, the entire team had hidden inside.

This was Yan Zhi Chun's first time entering a Sheng Xiao's dwelling, and he found the situation a bit strange—

Were all Sheng Xiao rooms this girly?

Unlike the old wooden walls outside, this one was covered in pink Rococo-style wallpaper. On the bedside and desk, besides books, there were various small decorations collected from different places.

Compared to Di She, Yan Zhi Chun felt like he was utterly boyish.

His hairstyle hadn't changed in ten years, and he owned three identical white dresses, so he never had to worry about what to wear or care about others' opinions on his style—it greatly reduced his mental strain.

"Dead girl, take a seat." Di She gestured to Yan Zhi Chun and the other Ji Dao, "Why are you all just standing there?"

"I'm a bit on edge..." Yan Zhi Chun said, "Wasn't this too smooth for us?"

"Smooth...?" Di She chuckled lightly, walking to a nearby cabinet to brew tea for everyone, "You've got less than ten people here at most, and you call that smooth?"

"At least it seems smooth so far." Yan Zhi Chun glanced around and spotted a box of bloodied bandages in the corner, "Bai She, are you injured?"

"I..." Bai She paused slightly, "I have an old wound that hasn't healed. It's nothing serious—just need to clean the blood regularly."

"Alright..." Yan Zhi Chun nodded absentmindedly, "I just feel like something's off..."

He turned to the Ji Dao behind him and said: "Has anyone heard the Chuan Yin from Zhou Mo?"

Everyone shook their heads.

"Chuan Yin..." Bai She halted the teapot in his hand for a moment, then continued, "Dead girl... You're planning to stir up a big commotion with Hui Xiang here... but you don't know the quirks of this place?"

"This place...?" Yan Zhi Chun said, "Does that mean we can't activate Hui Xiang here?"

"Well..." Bai She lifted the teacup he was holding and handed it back to Yan Zhi Chun, "It's like someone who's driven forklifts for years trying to learn to drive a speedboat. A quick learner can pick it up fast, but for those who don't get it... it's going to be tough."

Yan Zhi Chun took the teacup and felt that this situation of not being able to use Hui Xiang was familiar, as if he'd already trained for it.

"Isn't this just like Cang Jie Qi?"

"Cang Jie Qi...?" Bai She was taken aback, "What do you mean? Isn't that just a legend? Is there really a Cang Jie Qi site in Tao Yuan...?"

Yan Zhi Chun didn't respond, his expression growing anxious.

Though he'd gotten some practice, what about the other Ji Dao?

If Zhou Mo's Chuan Yin couldn't be activated, everyone would be moving blindly like in a fog.

"We need to hurry." Yan Zhi Chun turned to Di She and said, "We're looking for a black sheep. Do you know where he is?"

Di She paused for a moment: "His room isn't far... but how are you going to get out now?"

"Time is tight." Yan Zhi Chun added, "Our mission is to reach the Huo Cang with the black sheep and free all the Lou Yi. If we don't liberate them in time, the Lou Yi will be sent to the Zhong Yan Zhi Di, and our whole plan will fail!"

"Damn it..." Di She furrowed his brow, "You guys have some serious ambitions..."

"So even if there's a risk of death, we have to leave now." Yan Zhi Chun said, "I have Duo Xin Po, you have Man Li—theoretically, we wouldn't fear a single Sheng Xiao, not even a Di Ji one."

"That's right, and I have Zhi Ai."

"Don't bring up Zhi Ai—it's a miracle if that doesn't cause more trouble." Yan Zhi Chun said, "If you're worried about danger, just point me in the direction, and I'll take the others myself."

After thinking for a few seconds, Di She shook his head: "Sis, you're underestimating me. I have my own tasks to handle too."

"You...?"

Di She pointed back at the bandages in the corner.

"I need to return these wounds." He said, "Return them to that greatest inventor."

"Inventor...?"

"Not for any grand plan, not for the Zhong Yan Zhi Di, and not to benefit anyone." Di She said, "It's just my personal grudge. I simply want him dead..."

Yan Zhi Chun nodded: "But that grudge of yours sounds dangerous. Are you sure you'll be okay?"

"Me? No... sis." Di She laughed and shook his head, "We're the type who've learned to fight back—you should be happy for me."

Yan Zhi Chun pursed his lips with a complicated expression, wanting to reach out and pat Di She's shoulder to comfort him, but as soon as he touched him, he thought better of it and pulled his hand back.

"Then let's head out together."