Chapter 587: As If Everyone Has Been Possessed
"Old Master Gu," Qian Fu called out in a low voice.
Old Master Gu turned back, looking dazed and flustered.
Qian Fu’s voice choked with a sob as he raised a hand to point toward Gu Shuo.
Old Master Gu followed his finger. His heart seized with panic as he saw his grandson cradling a small child. He couldn’t see clearly—only that one of her little arms was hanging limply at her side.
Panic-stricken, he let go of Gu Yuan and ran toward Gu Shuo.
"Grandpa, slow down! Be careful!"
Before Gu Chi could finish speaking, Old Master Gu slipped and fell, sliding a little way down the slope. He scrambled back up without a moment’s hesitation.
"Grandpa!"
Old Master Gu shoved Gu Chi’s hand away and half-ran, half-crawled his way up the rest of the slope. Each step felt heavier than the last.
"Is Pangtuan hurt? How badly? We need to get a doctor, quickly!" he mumbled, almost too afraid to get closer.
Gu Shuo just kept holding Ye Qianning, his head bowed.
After a moment, Old Master Gu seemed to find his courage and walked to Gu Shuo’s side. "You foolish boy, don’t hold her so tight. You’ll suffocate her..."
Hearing the familiar voice, Gu Shuo slowly lifted his head. His eyes were completely bloodshot. He opened his mouth, his voice hoarse. "Grand... Grandpa."
The little girl’s pale cheeks filled Old Master Gu’s vision. His heart stopped, and his mind went completely blank. His hands trembled so violently that he could barely raise them to touch her face.
Before his hands could touch her, his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed.
"Grandpa! Grandpa!" Gu Yuan lunged forward to catch him. "Grandpa..."
Gu Shuo flinched, his voice still hoarse. "Take Grandpa down the mountain."
Gu Chi was frantic, his mind a complete mess. He looked up at Gu Shuo, then at the person in his arms, and understood what had happened.
"Take Grandpa down the mountain," Gu Shuo repeated, his voice sharper.
Gu Chi snapped back to his senses, heaved the old master onto his back, and started down the mountain.
Sang Yan walked up the mountain. He looked at the pale little girl, and his voice trembled slightly. "It’s started to rain, Gu Shuo. Take her down the mountain."
"Whoever was part of today’s attack—I don’t care who they are—I will make them pay a terrible price," Gu Shuo’s voice rang out, as cold and sharp as a winter wind.
Sang Yan stared at his back, sensing this affair would not have a simple resolution.
"Help your master up and get him down the mountain," Sang Yan told the Zhan family guards.
The Zhan family guards helped Zhan Yi to his feet. He was sobbing so hard he had nearly fainted.
Zhan Chi rose from the ground, his entire being exuding a frigid aura. He lifted a hand to wipe his eyes, and his face seemed to transform in that instant, as if he had become someone else entirely. He didn’t even glance at Sang Yan as he started down the mountain.
’Those blood-red eyes... that look of ruthless determination... Zhan Chi, he...’
"I want the people who killed her to die. All of them must die. Die, all of you, just die!" Sang Zhi suddenly jerked his head up, his young face twisted into a snarl, his voice more piercingly shrill than ever before.
Sang Yan froze, staring at Sang Zhi in disbelief. ’That snarling face, that overwhelming killing intent... is this really my eighth brother?’
"I’m going to kill him! I’ll kill them all!" Sang Zhi scrambled up from the ground, a longsword suddenly in his hand.
"Eighth Brother!" Sang Yan grabbed him.
Sang Zhi whipped around and swung the sword wildly.
Caught in his shock, Sang Yan snapped back to his senses and yanked his hand away just in time, but the blade still grazed his wrist.
"I’ll kill him... kill them all," Sang Zhi muttered, his eyes as black and deep as an abyss as he staggered down the mountain.
Sang Yan stared blankly at his brother’s back, then his gaze fell upon Gu Shuo, Zhan Chi, and Qian Fanji. Each one of them seemed to have gone mad, as if possessed by demons.
Ye Qianning’s death was too great a blow for them to bear.
’If they couldn’t bear it... what about Xiang Minghou, who was thousands of miles away?’