Artifact Chapter 17: Three Liters of Dog’s Blood

Chapter 17: Three Liters of Dog’s Blood

Translated by Addis of Exiled Rebels Scanlations

Editor: Karai

The sky suddenly changed, the original golden light spread out the earth, and in an instant it became covered by heavy dark clouds. The earth was dark and turbulent, as if a violent storm was brewing in the entire world.

Lu Ming leaned on the mahogany chair in the courtyard, slightly closed his eyes to rest. Although it seemed to be leisurely, his heart vaguely felt some uneasiness.

Lu Ming’s premonitions were usually accurate, and when he thought about what had happened recently, he couldn’t help but feel a bit exhausted. But he could not get away from the huge whirlpool of the He family, on the one hand because of the lack of power, on the other hand, He Yuanqi had been watching him very closely lately. The house was surrounded by eyes, even if he sneezed, the news may soon reach He Yuanqi’s ears, let alone escape.

Lu Ming opened his eyes, intending to go into the house to escape the rain, but suddenly his attention was drawn by a faint sound. The sound was coming from inside the house, Lu Ming did not move, but secretly put the aura in the palm of his hand, and slowly approached the door.

Lu Ming’s heart was in his throat as he raised his hand and prepared to push the door in. Suddenly, the door was pushed open a gap, and a hand from inside pulled him in quickly.

Lu Ming had no time to cry out in surprise, and he was pulled into the room. The other person reached out and covered his mouth tightly, and pushed him heavily against the wall, making him unable to move.

Lu Ming was horrified and reflexively raised his hand to slap. The man was caught off guard and let out a stifled grunt as his body leaned forward, his head resting on the side of Lu Ming’s shoulder.

“Don’t move, it’s me.” The muffled voice came from the ear.

Lu Ming froze, turned his head to the side to look, a pair of jade-like black eyes inadvertently looked into the eyes, as if a pond of water, full of glazed light, were now slightly aggrieved to look at him, lips tightly pursed, jade-like handsome cheeks close to Lu Ming can be clearly seen in the pores.

Lu Ming withdrew his gaze, a little uncomfortable to look away, said, “Sang Wusheng?”

Sang Wusheng immediately let go of him, the strong sense of oppression instantly withdrew, so Lu Ming could not help but breathe a sigh of relief. Lu Ming slapped his head hard and resolved that next time he would make a preemptive strike. 

Sang Wusheng looked at the torn Lu Ming and said, “I came here today to show you a good show.”

Lu Ming was a bit puzzled and couldn’t help but open his mouth to ask, “A good show?”

Sang Wusheng nodded his head and said with a slightly restrained expression, “I hope you won’t blame me then.”

Lu Ming was silent for a moment, then suddenly raised his head, the corners of his eyes slightly raised, “In that case, then let’s go.”

Sang Wusheng was distracted by the fluttering of his eyebrows and eyes, and stiffly turned his head away, his eyelashes fluttering slightly, before he said, “Don’t you want to ask what it’s about?”

Lu Ming hooked up the corners of his mouth and smiled, “I would have gone anyway, so why ask?”

Sang Wusheng’s eyebrows were stretched and he was in a good mood for some reason, saying softly to him, “Come with me.”

Lu Ming nodded and was about to push the door open when he suddenly remembered the spies outside the mansion and said hesitantly, “Is it really okay for us to just walk out like this?”

Sang Wusheng said lightly, “Those people have been taken care of by me, no problem.”

Lu Ming was slightly embarrassed, what expression should he use to face this domineering president’s sense of identity?

The two of them were walking behind Sang Wusheng towards the front, and the distance between them was half a meter, which had not changed since the beginning. The other side also seemed to have maintained this expression in that mysterious space where there was no change of seasons and flow of time.

Sang Wusheng’s heart suddenly rose with a trace of inexplicable helplessness. Why was this person facing him with such a look of wariness? When Sang Wusheng was facing He Qingci as Jing Mo, he was always as warm as the sun, how come it all changed when he came to him being Sang Wusheng?

Thinking of this, Sang Wusheng looked at Lu Ming with great displeasure, turned his head and pursed his lips without saying a word. Although Jing Mo was still him, he felt very unhappy about it.

Lu Ming was alarmed by Sang Wusheng’s inexplicable cold stare and had a bad feeling in his heart that Sang Wusheng had started to see himself as his arch enemy so early. What exactly did he do to not make him so unhappy?

The two of them walked for half an hour without a word, Sang Wusheng eating his own jealousy and Lu Ming racking his brain to remember what he had said wrong.

After walking for a long time, Sang Wusheng suddenly stopped in front of a tall building and said in a deep voice, “Here we are.”

Lu Ming stopped walking, looked up and said, “This is the He family’s book collection.”

Sang Wusheng nodded and then said, “Hold your breath, I’ll take you up, don’t alert the snake.”

Lu Ming gave a hint and quickly gathered his breath, Sang Wusheng then immediately approached him, reached out and wrapped his arms around Lu Ming’s waist. Before he could react, his whole body was carried up into the sky by a sudden gust of wind.

The wind whistled past his ears, and the scenery flew down with his sight, Lu Ming was so scared that his face turned white, looking at the ground farther and farther away from himself, could not help but shiver and clutch Sang Wusheng’s sleeve, closed his eyes and did not dare to look down.

The corners of Sang Wusheng’s mouth were slightly hooked, and with a strong leap, he brought Lu Ming to a stop at the huge carved wooden window on the side of the tall building, where there was just enough room for two people.

Lu Ming looked out the window with palpitations, patted his chest, and coldly glared at Sang Wusheng. Shouldn’t he warn him beforehand, before taking such a dangerous action, so that he can have psychological preparation? This Sang Wusheng was simply intentional.

Sang Wusheng was not angry, but grabbed Lu Ming’s hand. His fingertips gently crossed Lu Ming’s palm and he wrote, [There is someone upstairs.]

Lu Ming was tickled by Sang Wusheng’s action and couldn’t help but pull his hand back harder and prick up his ears to listen to the occasional movement coming from upstairs.

“No matter what, when it’s done, you must let me go.” A woman’s voice suddenly rose.

Lu Ming was shocked, he never thought that the person who spoke was He Qingci’s mother, Xu Zhongyan.

“It’s easy to let you go.” A low, gentle voice interjected, “But you must guarantee that he will belong to me completely.”

The person who spoke was none other than He Yuanqi, and Lu Ming’s heart was aghast, his expression tightened, who was the ‘he’ He Yuanqi was talking about?

Xu Zhongyan suddenly gave a cold snort. With a tone of mockery and meanness, she spoke in a tone that Lu Ming had never heard before, “Who would have thought that He Yuanqi, the famous He family head, would be a bastard who wouldn’t even spare his own son?”

He Yuanqi laughed lightly and then said lightly, “Who would have thought that the always meek and cowardly second wife of the He family would be the legendary bloodthirsty demoness Rong Yue?”

Lu Ming’s heart ached, his eyes suddenly sank, grabbing Sang Wusheng’s lapel, his hand slowly clenched.

Xu Zhongyan said in a cold voice, “When I married you, I had no choice, and He Qingci is not my child. For all these years, the insect parasite buried deep in his body is fed daily with spiritual medicine, now five years have passed and the parasite has matured. Fifteen days later, the gu compulsion will definitely take effect, then if you succeed in taking over his body, you can set a big fire and burn my house down.”

He Yuanqi said, “The person who died for you is left?”

Xu Zhongyan spoke indifferently, “I have raised Fu Shu for so many years, it’s time for her to repay me.”

Lu Ming heard these words, his heart undoubtedly set off a huge wave, all the doubts suddenly cleared up.

The He family was one of the main four artifact refining Sects. The eldest son He Qingci, even if born from a concubine, his identity was still honored, how could Liu Shuyun blatantly humiliate him to such an extent? He was the eldest son with excellent qualifications so they destroyed his spiritual roots. It turned out that everything was He Yuanqi secretly manipulating behind the scenes, and by the hand of Liu Shuyun. With the consumption of spiritual medicine to feed the body of the gu, only then could He Yuanqi successfully take over He Qingci’s very talented skin.

In the end, Liu Shuyun was just a pawn placed by He Yuanqi by Lu Ming’s side. He Qingqiu’s previous plot may have already been recognized by He Yuanqi, but only to watch indifferently, waiting until He Qingci was convicted and imprisoned to the almost untouched Red Jade Mountain, just in time for him to take the body.

In this way, even if He Qingci died on Red Jade Mountain, no one would be suspicious. But there was a change in the middle, Lu Ming uncovered He Qingqiu’s plot, which disrupted He Yuanqi’s plan.

Lu Ming’s back was chilled, thinking of He Qingci’s miserable life, his heart could not help but be bleak and cold. Not for their own imminent danger, but for the tortured villain He Qingci.

He Qingci had lived a short life, and since the day of birth, he was destined to a tragic end. He was trapped in the whirlpool and had to struggle desperately to escape. When he finally left the He family, he thought he had finally gained a new life, only to find that the net entangled in his body had already unknowingly melted into his flesh and blood, and he was unable to escape after all.

How sad and lamentable.

 

 

 

 

 

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