boyutpedia Chapter 1375 Awareness
Chapter 1375 Awareness
Looking at her stubborn expression, the old physician Lin felt a pang of heartache. With his last bit of strength, he grabbed her hand and whispered, "Wanwan, don't waste your energy. These chains are made of black iron; ordinary swords and knives can't cut them!"
He paused, took a breath, and tears welled up in his cloudy eyes. "How did you get here? It's too dangerous here, go away and don't worry about me!"
"I won't leave!" Lin Yiwan shook her head violently, tears streaming down her face. "How can I leave you here alone? Grandfather, you raised me since I was a child. How can I just watch you suffer here? What will you do if I leave?"
Her voice, filled with desperate sobs, echoed in the empty, cold water prison, making Old Doctor Lin feel as if his heart was being torn apart.
As he watched Lin Yiwan weep, two lines of tears slowly welled up in the corners of his dry eyes.
He saved countless lives in his life, yet he couldn't protect his own family. Now he's even dragging down his only granddaughter. How tragic, how laughable!
A cold wind blew in through the cracks in the iron window, stirring up the dirty water on the ground and wetting Lin Yiwan's skirt. The biting cold made her shiver involuntarily.
But she didn't care at all. She just hugged her grandfather tightly, using her body heat to warm his cold body, and kept saying, "Grandpa, you must hold on. We will get out of here. We will!"
Her voice grew softer and softer until it turned into a low sob, while her grandfather in her arms was too weak to even respond; only his faint breaths proved that he was still alive.
The darkness inside the water dungeon seemed boundless, enveloping the two of them tightly. Lin Yiwan hugged her grandfather, feeling as if her heart was being frozen little by little by this cold darkness.
At this moment, Zi'er hurriedly came over and said, "Madam, there is a commotion outside. It must be that the Second Master has brought his men over!"
A chilling killing intent flashed in Lin Yiwan's eyes. She murmured, "Zi'er, we have no other choice but to confront them head-on. Are you afraid?"
Zi'er answered without hesitation, "This subordinate is not afraid!"
After saying that, she slashed down hard at the copper lock with her sharp longsword.
With a snap, the copper lock broke.
Lin Yiwan was bending down to try to move her grandfather onto her shoulder when a series of heavy footsteps suddenly approached from afar, accompanied by a rough, cold laugh, which echoed dully in the passageway of the water dungeon.
"This little girl is quite capable; she managed to pick that lock."
As soon as he finished speaking, three dark figures blocked the entrance to the water dungeon. The leader was a burly man with a face full of scars; who else could he be but the second-in-command of the Wolf Head Gang?
The two henchmen behind him held ghost-head knives, the blades still stained with undried blood, their presence terrifying.
Lin Yiwan's heart sank. She quickly shielded her grandfather behind her and quietly reached for the silver needle hidden in her hair with her right hand.
The needle tip was dipped in a small amount of herbal juice that numbs the nerves; if it pierced him, he would immediately fall to the ground, unable to move.
Lin Yiwan's voice was as cold as ice in a water dungeon, "How dare you imprison my maternal grandfather! Do you know he is the emperor's father-in-law? Aren't you afraid the Wolf Head Gang will be besieged by the imperial court?"
The second-in-command laughed wildly, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, making the iron bars on the windows above his head rattle: "Suppression? Our Wolf Head Gang has stood on this mountain for many years. When have we not utterly defeated those useless government soldiers? Lin Yiwan, you've walked right into our trap today. You might as well accompany your grandfather on his journey to the underworld, so he won't be lonely on his way!"
Lin Yiwan shouted angrily, her eyes almost overflowing with hatred, "How dare you!"
The second-in-command's smile vanished instantly, his eyes turning as fierce as a jackal's. He gave a signal to his henchmen behind him, "Take this woman down, and be quick about it!"
Two henchmen responded and lunged at Lin Yiwan, brandishing their ghost-head sabers. The blades, carrying a chilling wind, were aimed straight at her face.
Zi'er had been waiting for her chance. With a flick of her wrist, she severed the arms of the two men.
"Ah!" The two let out a shrill scream.
The second-in-command instinctively took a half-step back; he hadn't expected that the seemingly unremarkable little girl would have such formidable swordsmanship.
He frowned and looked at Zi'er: "You know martial arts?"
Zi'er raised the corners of her lips in disdain: "You little scoundrel, bring it on if you dare!"
The second-in-command's face darkened completely, and the surprise in his eyes was quickly replaced by a sinister look.
He stared intently at the sharp longsword in Zi'er's hand. The blade gleamed with a cold light, and blood was still dripping from its edge. That clean and swift strike was not something an ordinary martial arts brute could possess.
He had been a member of the Wolf Head Gang for many years and had seen many experts, but this girl in front of him was so young yet ruthless and decisive in her actions, clearly indicating that she had received orthodox and rigorous training.
The second-in-command's expression turned wary, and his hand quietly reached for the ghost-head knife at his waist: "You can't escape. The people outside are all my Wolf Head Gang brothers. If you resist, you'll only face death!"
Zi'er sneered, her wrist flicking slightly, the longsword drawing a sharp arc in the air, accompanied by the sound of wind breaking: "Whether we can escape the water prison or not is not up to you, you filthy thing."
"Arrogant!" The second-in-command was enraged by her tone and roared, drawing his ghost-head knife from his waist.
The knife was incredibly heavy, with ferocious patterns engraved on its blade, clearly indicating that it was a sharp weapon for slashing.
He stomped his feet hard on the ground and pounced on Zi'er like a tiger. His blade whistled as it aimed straight at Zi'er's face, clearly trying to suppress her agility with brute force.
Zi'er's eyes sharpened, and instead of retreating, she advanced.
She knew all too well that she could never confront such a powerful opponent head-on.
She swayed her body, dodging the blade like a ghost, and at the same time, she twisted her wrist, sending her longsword flying like a snake spitting its tongue, aiming straight for the second-in-command's ribs.
That spot is a person's weak point; if it's stabbed, one will be seriously injured even if they don't die.
The second-in-command was indeed quite capable. Sensing the danger, he quickly turned to the side, the soft sword grazing his clothes and kicking up a piece of fabric.
He used the momentum to spin around, sweeping his ghost-headed saber horizontally, forcing Zi'er to take two steps back. The two, one attacking and one defending, instantly became entangled in combat.
The water prison was cramped, making it difficult to fully utilize the advantages of the Ghost Head Saber. On the contrary, Zi'er's longsword was flexible and unpredictable, with each move aimed directly at vital points.
Her figure darted about in the dim light, like a nimble swallow. Each sword strike was as fast as lightning, forcing the second-in-command to retreat repeatedly, cold sweat beading on his forehead.
Lin Yiwan clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging deep into her palms, her eyes fixed on the scene. She saw Zi'er's sleeve being torn by the wind from the blade, revealing a section of her fair arm, and her heart jumped into her throat.
My grandfather leaned weakly against the corner of the wall, his cloudy eyes filled with worry, his lips moving but unable to utter a complete sentence.
After a dozen or so rounds, the second-in-command was panting heavily, his arms aching terribly. Looking at Zi'er's still composed demeanor, his fear grew stronger.