Qiqi halted mid-step, uncertain whether to feel relief or worry. She dared not approach and could only stand frozen, staring at Rong Yi.
Rong Yi’s face was pale, his gaze cold and steady, with blood at the corners of his lips. His black hair and black shirt danced in the light waves without wind, as if he were an ancient shaman, exuding an eerie and chilling allure.
In that moment, he seemed like a stranger.
The light streaming from his fingers appeared to be drawn from the jade pendant—a silvery, moonlit radiance that flowed through Rong Yi’s fingertips and poured endlessly into Lu Wei’s chest, where the dark red mark lay.
Was he using the moon’s light to heal Senior Brother Lu?
Qiqi felt a slight ease in her heart and focused intently on observing the changes in her senior brother’s body.
Gradually, the dark red mark on Lu Wei’s chest began to shift—it grew redder, brighter, trembling faintly as if it were about to come alive. Moments later, a fierce, blood-red light burst forth from Lu Wei’s chest.
Lu Wei let out another sharp cry in his coma, as if struck by an unbearable pain in his heart, then fell silent again in an instant.
“Senior Brother!” Qiqi cried out, wanting to step closer to see, but Rong Yi quickly grabbed the blanket and threw it over Lu Wei’s chest. Then, with a swift motion, he turned his hand into a blade and struck the back of Qiqi’s neck—she collapsed limply.
Nearby, Zhou Yi remained with his back turned and eyes closed, as if utterly oblivious to what was happening behind him, even deaf to Qiqi’s cry.
He and everything in the room seemed separated by an invisible barrier. If any being from the six realms were present, they would recognize that barrier as the demon clan’s结界.
Rong Yi laid the unconscious Qiqi down on a chair, then crouched and gently tucked the strand of hair that had fallen over her chest behind her ear.
He gazed at the girl for a long moment with a complex expression, then abruptly stood and walked to the hospital bed, pulling back the blanket covering Lu Wei.
On Lu Wei’s chest, the dark red mark had turned a vivid crimson and no longer faded. The elegant walnut-shaped mark now had a dot at its center—what had been two sharp arcs meeting at the ends now, with the addition of that eerie dot, took on a highly symbolic form: an eye. A crimson eye, glowing with a bloody light. And it blinked at Rong Yi.
Just as he had suspected—the gem’s energy had broken through the seal.
Though Rong Yi had anticipated this, the sight still sent a tremor through his heart. Steadying himself, he quickly grabbed the scalpel from the bedside and cut Lu Wei’s finger.
If his guess was correct, this eye was the scar left on Lu Wei when he endured the Hundred Ghosts Devouring Heart in the Abyss of Hell. If so, then the most painful memories of Lu Wei’s past life must be sealed within this scar. Using Lu Wei’s blood as a medium could awaken those memories. And now, with Lu Wei in a coma, his mind was at its most vulnerable—Rong Yi should be able to easily breach his mental defenses, enter his thoughts, and obtain the answers he sought.
Having made up his mind, Rong Yi pinched Lu Wei’s finger and let the fresh blood drip, drop by drop, into the crimson mark. The blood-red light on the mark grew stronger with the offering of its owner’s blood.
Then, Rong Yi’s voice sounded softly in the room, low and seductive—