Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 876 Taking a Bite of Your Heart's Blood
"Let me try my hand at it too."

Seeing that Wang Weiguo had agreed on a price with the three Zhuges, He Songling also stepped forward, saying, "We can't just take this hundred million for nothing."

"What are you planning to do now?" Wang Ye asked, his heart pounding.

"Why don't you set up some kind of protective formation for your house? The gods have bestowed a blessing upon your family, and you're still complaining."

In front of Wang Weiguo, He Songling was giving Wang Ye's father some face, otherwise he would have slapped him on the back of the head long ago. "According to my estimation, even if they don't take direct action, many people will probably come to test your family."

The "Technique" sect will definitely come.

Chen Jinkui is a bold and meticulous man, ruthless and cruel, and most importantly, he's fearless when he's in a rage. In the original story, he's one of the Ten Elders, yet he still dares to hijack a plane to threaten Wang Ye.

If that thing really kills someone, he won't just be facing the entire All-Knowing Sect. Not to mention himself, the entire Technique Sect will be finished, and even the entire community of supernatural beings will have to undergo a major overhaul.

However, he did it anyway.

He's not one of the Ten Elders anymore. He's got nothing to lose. What's so great about him? At worst, he'll just face retaliation from Wudang. What is Wudang compared to a modern state apparatus? So, Chen Jinkui will definitely dare to come.

They are all righteous people. They can't possibly kidnap his granddaughter and use her as a hostage before Chen Jinkui has even made a move, can they?

I can't do it.

The king would not agree either.

But who has the patience to wait for Chen Jinkui's tricks? They might as well set up a trap in advance.

Furthermore, who knows if Wang Ai might take a risk? Although this group fears He Songling, it's only out of the lingering influence of the past. He's not very bright, and he's the kind of person who uses his own account for dirty work and transfers. What if he makes a mistake and ends up messing with Wang Ye's family?
And then there are those who are all-powerful, even those who are all-knowing.

Three Zhuge Liangs alone certainly wouldn't be enough to protect them.

He Songling had Wang Weiguo arrange for his family to buy some cinnabar talisman paper and other tools from outside, and set up an array for the entire Wang family manor.

This formation is nothing special; it's somewhat similar to the circle that Sun Wukong drew for Tang Sanzang with his golden cudgel, which can keep out malicious people from entering.

Of course, Tang Sanzang didn't stay obediently in that circle. The Wang family was such a large family with such a big company behind them, so they certainly couldn't stay at home forever.

Giving He Songling 100 million yuan is a lot, but it's not a particularly large sum for Wang Weiguo; however, if the stock price fluctuates, that would be a problem.

Therefore, He Songling also had to use methods against Wang Ye's family.

Are you sure there's nothing wrong with this?

Wang Ye watched with trepidation as He Songling used cinnabar to paint his father's face, making him look like a girl from Holi in India. He couldn't help but ask a question.

"Me? Me? You old sage, would I cheat you?"

He Songling was getting annoyed. These foolish mortals really didn't know the true value of the old immortal. Look how respectful I was to the mountain god back then in the Sky-Piercing Cave.

"Old Wang, I need a drop of your blood."

"Huh? Oh." Wang Weiguo, with the demeanor of a superior, trusted those he employed and didn't employ those he didn't trust. Since he had agreed to He Songling's reckless actions, he wouldn't interfere with how he did them. "How many do you need, needles or knives? Never mind, Wang Ye, you can get them all."

"No need. I'm just telling you, and you can't do it yourself anyway. What I need isn't ordinary blood, it's your heart's blood."

He Songling chuckled sinisterly, and a sword aura shot out from his fingertip, piercing into Wang Weiguo's chest.

"Dad! I'll fuck your grandpa!" Wang Ye's eyes were bloodshot, and he was about to fight He Songling to the death. However, He Songling used some kind of magic to make Wang Ye stand still, and even his cursing could not be heard.

"Look, he's in a hurry."

He Songling pulled his hand away from Wang Weiguo's chest, flicked the blood off his hand, and then, with a flick of his fingertip, dipped it in Wang Weiguo's blood and carved a strange pattern between his eyebrows.

"Why are you yelling about this kind of injury that even ordinary superhuman doctors can cure?"

He Songling released Wang Ye from his restraints and began to despise his lack of knowledge.

This isn't really Wang Ye's fault. Who still uses the old methods of itinerant doctors and pharmacy practitioners? Now, people go directly to the hospital when they need something done. Especially now that the war is over, even the real extraordinary doctors and traditional Chinese medicine practitioners aren't as skilled as they used to be.

This kind of injury is not necessarily incurable; it requires immediate ICU admission for any chance of survival.

However, in the hands of people like Duanmu Lian and Mr. Niu, a minor wound like a stab wound to the heart is a piece of cake. And for Prince Zhong, who inherited their immortal medical skills, and Duanmu Ying's dual-wielding techniques, this kind of injury is no different from ordinary external wounds.

"Old Wang, I'm so excited!" Zhuge Qing had wanted to grab Wang Ye earlier, but when his hand reached out to Wang Ye, it was as if he had entered another dimension. Even though it looked like only a few centimeters apart, his hand just couldn't reach him.

Zhuge Qing even felt that the space around Wang Ye had a strange attraction, which aroused his competitive spirit. He had to pull Wang Ye over, so he couldn't help but stretch his arms towards the space next to Wang Ye, and even tilt his whole body.

It wasn't until the Samadhi Fire within his primordial spirit flickered that he snapped out of his daze, and cold sweat broke out on his temples.

It's fortunate that it wasn't an enemy; if it had been, I probably would have been trapped in that space.

Elder He, you are truly terrifying.

At this moment, Zhuge Qing reached out again without any hindrance. He put his arm around Wang Ye's shoulder, trying to calm him down.

"Have you forgotten who this person is? What is Trinity University known for? Even if he doesn't know medicine, surely his method of reversing life can restore your father's wounds?"

Although no one here has told Wang Ye the detailed information about He Songling back then, because of the connection between Na Du Tong and him, he has nowhere to look it up, but you should know about Sanyi University, right? If you don't know about the Triple Rebirth, you don't know about the Fifth Rebirth.

Of course, Zhuge Qing wouldn't blame Wang Ye for being too impatient. If his father had someone stab him in the heart with a chop right in front of him, he would probably be even more furious than Wang Ye.

"Old Qing, I really can't go on." Wang Ye gripped Zhuge Qing's arm tightly, as if all his strength had been drained. Zhuge Qing felt that all of Wang Ye's weight was hanging on his arm.

He was panting heavily when he said in a dazed tone, "I really can't go on. If I stay with him for another two days, I'll definitely die."

At the same time, Wang Weiguo's wounds had completely healed. Wang Weiguo felt something strange; despite the seemingly bloody scene, he felt almost no pain, only a slight numbness in his chest, even less than the pain of having blood drawn at the hospital.

At this moment, I saw my wounds healing, leaving no scars, and my skin was even smoother than before.

(End of this chapter)