The moonlight played across Helen’s white skin, seeming cold and desolate. Helen stood near the window, staring off in the direction Han Shuo left. The room lights had long been extinguished. “Please don’t run into any trouble!” Helen muttered, with her eyebrows furrowed and a worried expression on her face. Knowing what Han Shuo was attempting, she became more agitated every minute and every second that Han Shuo was gone, fearing that Han Shuo wouldn’t be able to return safely. However, she had no way of controlling her internal emotions. She had never been worried about the safety of a man before, especially a man that should have been the target of her hate. Helen was alone in the residence, not knowing why she was starting to worry about Han Shuo. Even the moonlight had been completely obscured. He released a black fog magic as he did so, shrouding himself in a black mantle. Under the light caress of the evening breeze, Han Shuo easily slipped into Helen’s mansion. The dark night was lit by moonlight, streaming down like mercury. Once Han Shuo left, there were no traces in the ground beneath the castle that a tunnel had ever existed, let alone that intricate network. As Han Shuo made his way through the tunnels, the tunnels collapses under the pressure of the earth. Obviously, some of these things could not be explained using common sense. Under normal circumstances, the tunnels would immediately be discovered as soon as anyone heard suspicious sounds from beneath the earth. The castle contained many of Kekaru’s personal guard, as well as a number of mages. Even with several hundred people working on it, it would still require around 10 days to complete. This intricate tunnel network extended several meters down into the ground. Each of the tunnels opened up next to the various relatives of Marquis Kekaru living in the castle. If someone excavated the ground right now, they’d discover numerous tunnels meeting and separating across the city. Scooping up the unconscious Kekaru, he dived back into the gaping hole in the ground, once again entering the depths of the earth. The Demonslayer Edge, still stuck in Kekaru ’s left hand, flew into Han Shuo’s hand of its own volition. Dizzy from the pain, he stumbled forward a few steps before succumbing to the agony and passing out. A stabbing pain exploded in Kekaru’s head before he could do more than take a few steps in Han Shuo’s direction. Han Shuo focused his mental strength and cast a Soul Tremor spell. He was consumed by the urge to at least land a couple of blows on Han Shuo. He ignored the pain in his left hand and tore it free of the wall, charging at Han Shuo. “Fiend! You fiend, what grudge do you have against me!? Why are you doing this to me?” Kekaru blanched when he heard of his clan member’s deaths. Ignoring his screaming, he smiled, “Apart from you, your entire clan is dead. His body slumped to the ground, now just a boneless mass of flesh. Magical yuan emitted from his hand burrowed into Kesega’s head, turning it into paste. Pfft! Han Shuo’s hand grazed Kesega’s head. Don’t kill me!” Kesega was paralyzed, and could only beg for forgiveness. Looking at Han Shuo’s hand pressing down, he felt a great force pushing down on him, leaving him incapable of moving a single step. Kesega was in so much pain, he had long forgotten his delusional fantasies with Helen. You don’t have the means of giving me what I want!” Han Shuo casually responded, his hand forcing Kesega down on the floor. “You…who are you?! Don’t hurt us, we’ll give you anything you want!” Kekaru implored Han Shuo, trying to ignore the excruciating pain from his left hand.
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