Chapter 511 - 389: This Is My Younger Sister, Zheng Xuezhen
Frozen in absolute shock, his eyes were wide as saucers, staring intently at his wound.
The spot where there should have been a ghastly, gaping wound was now as smooth as ever, completely unscathed.
It was as if an invisible, skilled hand had utterly erased all traces of the injury, leaving not a single flaw.
Zheng Xuezhen, frantic with worry, rummaged through her bag and finally pulled out a wet wipe.
Her hand trembled slightly with nervousness.
She gently pressed the wipe against Zheng Bolan’s blood-soaked waist and slowly began to clean it.
As the wipe moved, the unbelievable sight became even clearer.
Her brother’s wound had truly vanished without a trace. It was like something out of a fairy tale, completely shattering her understanding of reality.
At the same time, Zheng Bolan’s face, which had been as pale as paper from blood loss,
gradually regained its color, like a withered flower absorbing nutrients and reviving with vibrant life.
Before, he had been so weak that even standing was an impossible luxury, his legs limp and powerless,
like two noodles that had lost all support. Every attempt to get up had ended in failure.
But now, a strange power surged within him like a rushing river.
He curiously applied a little strength and actually stood up steadily from the ground.
It was as if his body had been injected with immense power,
giving him an unprecedented confidence, as if he could shatter any obstacle before him with a single punch.
"Mr. Chu, my sister and I were out of line just now.
I hope you can be the bigger person and not hold it against us."
Zheng Bolan had completely calmed down from his panic, his mind as clear as a mirror.
’This Mr. Chu before me is no ordinary person.’
He quickly explained that he himself had remained relatively composed, but his sister had been provoked by Chu He’s words and reacted impulsively and confrontationally.
Zheng Bolan had survived for so long in this mysterious world overrun with Evil Spirits,
and had met many Martial Artists and other extraordinary individuals who possessed Mysterious Powers,
but he had never seen anyone like Chu He, who could, with just a flick of his finger,
instantly heal his nearly fatal wound,
and even restore him to an unprecedented peak condition.
Such a miraculous ability was simply divine,
filling his heart with awe and bewilderment.
After a slight pause, Zheng Bolan continued, "This is my sister, Zheng Xuezhen."
Zheng Xuezhen’s face was tense,
her eyes filled with nervousness and unease, like a frightened little deer.
Without needing Zheng Bolan to remind her, she had already keenly sensed
that this Mr. Chu was like a mysterious iceberg,
with an unfathomable depth hidden beneath the surface.
His identity and power were like a black hole in the universe,
exuding a terrifyingly powerful aura that made people afraid to get close.
"Don’t worry, I’m not the petty type."
Chu He’s lips curved up slightly as he gave a light wave of his hand.
The gesture seemed casual, yet it carried an undeniable composure, as if no disturbance in the world could stir his state of mind.
"Um... our car is in the parking lot. Would you two like a ride?"
Zheng Bolan hesitated for a moment before asking cautiously,
his eyes showing a mix of anticipation and apprehension, unsure how Chu He would respond.
"No need. Just tell me the location of your home."
Chu He replied calmly, his voice devoid of any emotion.
Zheng Bolan quickly took out his phone, his fingers flying across the screen.
Soon, he found a map navigation app,
and the screen accurately displayed their current location.
Then, after a few more proficient taps,
he locked in the coordinates of his home.
He then respectfully handed the phone to Chu He.
Chu He narrowed his eyes slightly, and after a quick scan, he had a plan.
He was seen slowly raising his palm and giving it a light wave in the air.
In an instant, a dazzling light flashed like lightning, enveloping everyone.
Immediately after, their figures seemed to be sucked into a spatiotemporal vortex,
vanishing from the spot in an instant, leaving only a silent street to witness the incredible moment.
"What just happened? How did that group of people suddenly disappear?"
A young man in the crowd, his eyes wide with terror,
was the first to break the brief silence, his voice trembling noticeably.
"It... it couldn’t have been an Evil Spirit, could it?"
A timid girl, her face ashen white, tightly gripped her companion’s sleeve.
Her lips were also trembling slightly.
Her voice was as faint as the buzzing of a mosquito, yet it was clearly audible in the eerily quiet atmosphere.
"It couldn’t be an Evil Spirit."
"Didn’t you see the blood pouring from that young man’s waist? It was real, genuine blood!"
A middle-aged man who seemed calmer than the rest retorted loudly, frowning with a look of contemplation and doubt.
"Then why did they suddenly disappear without a trace? That’s too weird! It completely defies logic!"
A spectacled, scholarly-looking young man pushed up his glasses,
his face full of disbelief, and his tone was filled with a sense of inquiry.
"I suppose there must have been a powerful Martial Artist or a mysterious person who wields Mysterious Powers among them."
An old man stroked his long beard and spoke slowly.
In that instant,
this street, the busiest and most crowded in all of Chiyoda City,
erupted with waves of gasps, as if a massive bomb had been dropped into a calm lake.
People scrambled backward a good distance as if fleeing a plague, their faces etched with fear and unease.
Just moments ago, that group of young people had been standing right there, but now...