The panting accelerated heartbeats, rendering people completely... uncontrollable.
The scissors were nowhere to be seen.
Ruan Qing’s eyes drooped slightly, watching the blood-red vines reaching towards him.
Hmm, next time, maybe he should hide a bit of poison in his mouth.
Biting one’s tongue to commit suicide sounded a bit embarrassing.
This time, he was unlucky, but if he had another opportunity...
Just as the vines were getting closer to Ruan Qing, a knife suddenly appeared in front of him, cutting off the vines directly.
The vines that bound Ruan Qing’s hands were also severed the next second.
Then, someone grabbed Ruan Qing’s wrist and pulled him into their embrace.
The hand that held Ruan Qing’s wrist was warm, evidently a human hand.
Someone came to rescue him.
This was unexpected for Ruan Qing, and he instinctively hugged the person’s neck tightly.
The rescuer was Feng Ye.
Although he jumped from the same location as Ruan Qing, in the fog, visibility was nonexistent. He couldn’t see anything.
He had to rely on his hearing.
But after he jumped down the wall, there were rustling sounds in the fog, like something crawling.
He thought it might be the young man and immediately chased after the sound.
But it wasn’t.
If he hadn’t heard the sound just now, he probably wouldn’t have noticed this person lying under the wall.
After pulling up Ruan Qing, Feng Ye didn’t have time to check the person’s condition.
Remembering that his previous actions had clearly angered the vines, blood-red vines surged towards the two.
Feng Ye immediately lifted Ruan Qing horizontally and, as the vines rushed towards them, leaped off the wall, trying to get back inside the enclosure.
However, the blood-red vines seemed to sense Feng Ye’s intention and directly blocked the way.
Feng Ye had no choice but to leap to the side with Ruan Qing, forcefully avoiding the vines.
But the vines were too numerous, and Feng Ye suspected that these weren’t ordinary vines; they seemed to be blood vines coagulated from blood.
Feeding on blood.
The blood-red vines were very clever. Even if they couldn’t immediately reclaim the person they wanted, they would first cut off Feng Ye’s path.
Perhaps, on his own, Feng Ye might have been able to escape from this mist, but carrying someone completely restricted him.
However...
Feng Ye squinted his eyes; it seemed that he wasn’t the only one being constrained.
Whenever the blood-red vines attacked, they would avoid the young man in his arms, as if afraid of causing him harm.
The player who seemed to be similar to the advanced player also approached. After all, the commotion here was too significant, even if not visible, it could be heard.
Seeing Feng Ye fleeing in distress while holding someone, the male player immediately stepped in to help.
With an additional person and the knowledge of the vines’ weaknesses, the situation changed instantly.
When Feng Ye found an opportunity, he leaped while still carrying the person in his arms. As the three of them left the mist, the blood-red vines reluctantly quieted down and once again lurked within the fog.
Waiting for the next opportunity.
***
Upon receiving the servant’s call, the steward rushed to the wall. He anxiously watched the movements outside, wishing he could enter the mist to search for people.
If Mr. Yu Qing had really died in the mist, and the Third Young Master investigated, they might all end up being thrown into the fog as well.
Just as the steward anxiously awaited the arrival of reinforcements, the once silent mist began to stir.
Inside, he could faintly see rolling red objects that seemed to be both oppressive and dangerous.
Wide-eyed, the steward almost fell to the ground.
“It’s over, it’s over.”
With trembling hands, he tried to retrieve his phone to call the Third Young Master.
However, his hands were shaking so much that it took him a while to find the Third Young Master’s number.
As he trembled to press the button, three figures suddenly appeared on the wall.
The person being carried was Mr. Yu Qing.
Outside the wall, the mist had already quieted down, as if the earlier agitation had been nothing more than an illusion.
The steward, watching the mist return to calm, heaved a sigh of relief.
After landing, Feng Ye gently released Ruan Qing.
Shen Baiyue, with red eyes, immediately ran up. She gently tugged at Ruan Qing’s clothes, her voice urgent and trembling, “Brother Yu Qing, are you okay?”
Ruan Qing’s body trembled slightly, and anyone with keen eyes could tell that he was obviously startled by what had just happened.
However, in the face of Shen Baiyue’s concern, Ruan Qing still shook his head slightly. “It’s nothing.”
At this moment, the steward also approached, looking at the person with red, tear-stained eyes and even disheveled clothes. He fell into silence.
This appearance didn’t seem like nothing was wrong...
The current state of the young man in front of him was indeed a bit off. His face was marked with blood, and tears moistened his long eyelashes.
His T-shirt was completely disheveled, as if he had been... severely violated.
No, no, he couldn’t think like that.
Absolutely impossible!
The steward pushed aside such thoughts and, after making sure the young man was really okay, he left.
Today’s events were too unexpected; he had to report it.
In reality, Ruan Qing was indeed fine. Only his wrists and waist were slightly reddened by the vines, and his posture was a bit embarrassing.
But looking at him like this, it was easy for others to misunderstand.
Feng Ye, who hadn’t paid attention to the young man’s figure before, now noticed that something was amiss.
He took off his coat and draped it over Ruan Qing, concealing to some extent the attention-grabbing vivid red on his skin.
Others also regained their composure, immediately shifting their gaze somewhat awkwardly.
A guest walked over and, seeing Ruan Qing’s anxious expression, asked, “What’s in the fog?”
Ruan Qing tightened the coat around him, fear and apprehension in his beautiful eyes, and his voice carrying a hint of hoarseness. “It’s a kind of red vine.”
“On the ground... everywhere.”
“Vine?” The guest frowned. “Man-eating vines?”
Ruan Qing hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
Knowing what’s outside was much better than not knowing.
Some guests started to research how to deal with the vines, while others wanted to explore if there were alternative exits in the villa.
After all, when they arrived at the Yang family villa, there was neither this mist nor these vines. And the Yang family also needed to procure supplies, so there must be a way out.
Thus, there had to be a safe way to leave the Yang family villa.
Ruan Qing returned to his room.
His clothes were stained with blood, and even his hair had gotten quite messy.
Ruan Qing picked up a set of clean clothes, preparing to enter the bathroom for a shower.
However, as soon as he stepped into the bathroom, his gaze froze.
The underwear he changed into after his morning shower... was gone.
The panting accelerated heartbeats, rendering people completely... uncontrollable.
The scissors were nowhere to be seen.
Ruan Qing’s eyes drooped slightly, watching the blood-red vines reaching towards him.
Hmm, next time, maybe he should hide a bit of poison in his mouth.
Biting one’s tongue to commit suicide sounded a bit embarrassing.
This time, he was unlucky, but if he had another opportunity...
Just as the vines were getting closer to Ruan Qing, a knife suddenly appeared in front of him, cutting off the vines directly.
The vines that bound Ruan Qing’s hands were also severed the next second.
Then, someone grabbed Ruan Qing’s wrist and pulled him into their embrace.
The hand that held Ruan Qing’s wrist was warm, evidently a human hand.
Someone came to rescue him.
This was unexpected for Ruan Qing, and he instinctively hugged the person’s neck tightly.
The rescuer was Feng Ye.
Although he jumped from the same location as Ruan Qing, in the fog, visibility was nonexistent. He couldn’t see anything.
He had to rely on his hearing.
But after he jumped down the wall, there were rustling sounds in the fog, like something crawling.
He thought it might be the young man and immediately chased after the sound.
But it wasn’t.
If he hadn’t heard the sound just now, he probably wouldn’t have noticed this person lying under the wall.
After pulling up Ruan Qing, Feng Ye didn’t have time to check the person’s condition.
Remembering that his previous actions had clearly angered the vines, blood-red vines surged towards the two.
Feng Ye immediately lifted Ruan Qing horizontally and, as the vines rushed towards them, leaped off the wall, trying to get back inside the enclosure.
However, the blood-red vines seemed to sense Feng Ye’s intention and directly blocked the way.
Feng Ye had no choice but to leap to the side with Ruan Qing, forcefully avoiding the vines.
But the vines were too numerous, and Feng Ye suspected that these weren’t ordinary vines; they seemed to be blood vines coagulated from blood.
Feeding on blood.
The blood-red vines were very clever. Even if they couldn’t immediately reclaim the person they wanted, they would first cut off Feng Ye’s path.
Perhaps, on his own, Feng Ye might have been able to escape from this mist, but carrying someone completely restricted him.
However...
Feng Ye squinted his eyes; it seemed that he wasn’t the only one being constrained.
Whenever the blood-red vines attacked, they would avoid the young man in his arms, as if afraid of causing him harm.
The player who seemed to be similar to the advanced player also approached. After all, the commotion here was too significant, even if not visible, it could be heard.
Seeing Feng Ye fleeing in distress while holding someone, the male player immediately stepped in to help.
With an additional person and the knowledge of the vines’ weaknesses, the situation changed instantly.
When Feng Ye found an opportunity, he leaped while still carrying the person in his arms. As the three of them left the mist, the blood-red vines reluctantly quieted down and once again lurked within the fog.
Waiting for the next opportunity.
***
Upon receiving the servant’s call, the steward rushed to the wall. He anxiously watched the movements outside, wishing he could enter the mist to search for people.
If Mr. Yu Qing had really died in the mist, and the Third Young Master investigated, they might all end up being thrown into the fog as well.
Just as the steward anxiously awaited the arrival of reinforcements, the once silent mist began to stir.
Inside, he could faintly see rolling red objects that seemed to be both oppressive and dangerous.
Wide-eyed, the steward almost fell to the ground.
“It’s over, it’s over.”
With trembling hands, he tried to retrieve his phone to call the Third Young Master.
However, his hands were shaking so much that it took him a while to find the Third Young Master’s number.
As he trembled to press the button, three figures suddenly appeared on the wall.
The person being carried was Mr. Yu Qing.
Outside the wall, the mist had already quieted down, as if the earlier agitation had been nothing more than an illusion.
The steward, watching the mist return to calm, heaved a sigh of relief.
After landing, Feng Ye gently released Ruan Qing.
Shen Baiyue, with red eyes, immediately ran up. She gently tugged at Ruan Qing’s clothes, her voice urgent and trembling, “Brother Yu Qing, are you okay?”
Ruan Qing’s body trembled slightly, and anyone with keen eyes could tell that he was obviously startled by what had just happened.
However, in the face of Shen Baiyue’s concern, Ruan Qing still shook his head slightly. “It’s nothing.”
At this moment, the steward also approached, looking at the person with red, tear-stained eyes and even disheveled clothes. He fell into silence.
This appearance didn’t seem like nothing was wrong...
The current state of the young man in front of him was indeed a bit off. His face was marked with blood, and tears moistened his long eyelashes.
His T-shirt was completely disheveled, as if he had been... severely violated.
No, no, he couldn’t think like that.
Absolutely impossible!
The steward pushed aside such thoughts and, after making sure the young man was really okay, he left.
Today’s events were too unexpected; he had to report it.
In reality, Ruan Qing was indeed fine. Only his wrists and waist were slightly reddened by the vines, and his posture was a bit embarrassing.
But looking at him like this, it was easy for others to misunderstand.
Feng Ye, who hadn’t paid attention to the young man’s figure before, now noticed that something was amiss.
He took off his coat and draped it over Ruan Qing, concealing to some extent the attention-grabbing vivid red on his skin.
Others also regained their composure, immediately shifting their gaze somewhat awkwardly.
A guest walked over and, seeing Ruan Qing’s anxious expression, asked, “What’s in the fog?”
Ruan Qing tightened the coat around him, fear and apprehension in his beautiful eyes, and his voice carrying a hint of hoarseness. “It’s a kind of red vine.”
“On the ground... everywhere.”
“Vine?” The guest frowned. “Man-eating vines?”
Ruan Qing hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
Knowing what’s outside was much better than not knowing.
Some guests started to research how to deal with the vines, while others wanted to explore if there were alternative exits in the villa.
After all, when they arrived at the Yang family villa, there was neither this mist nor these vines. And the Yang family also needed to procure supplies, so there must be a way out.
Thus, there had to be a safe way to leave the Yang family villa.
Ruan Qing returned to his room.
His clothes were stained with blood, and even his hair had gotten quite messy.
Ruan Qing picked up a set of clean clothes, preparing to enter the bathroom for a shower.
However, as soon as he stepped into the bathroom, his gaze froze.
The underwear he changed into after his morning shower... was gone.
