One person: I was already fighting the Heavenly Master, but the system just came

The dusk slowly fell like a thick curtain, shrouding the quiet mountains in silence.

In the mountains and forests, the trees are tall and dense, with branches and leaves intertwined. Occasionally, a few dim rays of light struggle to penetrate the gaps between the branches and leaves, falling on the ground covered with fallen leaves, forming patches of mottled light and shadows.

The surroundings were so quiet that it was a bit depressing, with the occasional chirping of unknown insects making the place seem even more secluded.

Zhuge Heping frowned, staring at the woman in front of him whose behavior was strange.

She was wearing simple clothes, her hair was casually scattered, and her eyes revealed an elusive indifference.

Zhuge Heping took a deep breath. Even if this woman was really annoying, who could blame him for not being able to beat her?

No matter how angry she was, he could only try to make his tone appear calm: "What's your name?"

The woman of Sister Baoer raised her head slightly, looked into the distance, and said calmly, "I forgot."

Zhuge Heping was slightly startled when he heard this, then he adjusted his mood, forced a polite smile on his face, and introduced himself: "Is that so? My name is Zhuge Heping."

Sister Baoer nodded slightly, opened her lips slightly, and called out simply: "A Ping."

Zhuge Heping looked around. There was a damp smell in the mountains and forests. The wind blew gently, and the leaves rustled, as if whispering something.

He sighed slightly, his tone full of helplessness: "It seems that I can't go deeper into Youyou Mountain. My companions have left. This deep mountain is full of dangers. I can't stand it alone. I can only leave first."

After that, he paused and looked at Sister Baoer sincerely, "It's not peaceful in this secluded mountain. Why don't you come with me? It's not safe to stay in this deep mountain."

Sister Baoer shook her head without hesitation, pointed her finger at the lush bamboo forest not far away, and said firmly: "I can't leave, I want to stay in this bamboo forest."

Zhuge Heping did not force it anymore, he understood that everyone has something they stick to.

He nodded, turned around and slowly walked away.

His back looked somewhat lonely in the increasingly dim light, and his footsteps made a slight rustling sound as they stepped on the fallen leaves.

Sister Baoer looked at his departing back and muttered something to herself strangely.

On the other side, the car that came to greet Zhao Kai slowly drove into the Zhao family's magnificent mansion.

The carved iron gate slowly opened with a slight creaking sound, revealing a wide corridor paved with expensive stone slabs. The retro street lamps neatly arranged on both sides emitted a warm yellow glow, reflecting the meticulously trimmed rare green plants beside the corridor.

Wang Lin sat in the passenger seat, looking out the window at the scene in front of him that seemed to have walked out of a painting from the Republic of China. He couldn't help but take a deep breath and sighed in a low voice: "This is the Zhao family. It really lives up to its reputation."

The Zhao family's main residence, a building with a strong Republican style, stands at the end of the courtyard. Its tall columns, exquisite reliefs, and colored glazed windows reflect a dreamy glow under the lights.

Before getting out of the car, I could hear melodious classical music coming from the house. It was the melody flowing from the gramophone, adding a touch of retro charm to the banquet.

Zhao Kai took Wang Lin into the banquet hall, and in an instant, they were surrounded by lively noise and bright lights.

The ceiling of the hall is extremely high, with several huge crystal chandeliers hanging from it. Each crystal reflects dazzling light, like the twinkling stars in the night sky.

The floor is paved with precious marble, which is mirror-clear and reflects people's gorgeous clothes and cheerful figures.

The banquet table was filled with delicacies from the mountains and the sea, including rare fish from the deep sea, which were carefully cooked and presented on plates as exquisitely as works of art.

There are also various exquisite dim sum, which are small and exquisite in various shapes. Every bite seems to condense the hard work of top chefs.

The silver tableware gleamed coldly under the light, contrasting with the golden candlesticks on the table, showing the luxury.

The members of the Zhao family were dressed in gorgeous clothes, and most of the men wore neat suits with exquisite collar pins on their collars.

The ladies were dressed in cheongsams, the satin fabric shone softly as they walked, and the jewellery on their bodies was dazzling, each piece was priceless.

They gathered in groups of two or three, holding crystal wine glasses, chatting elegantly, and their laughter echoed throughout the hall.

Wang Lin followed behind Zhao Kai, his heart filled with shock.

She had never seen such a grand and luxurious banquet. Every detail demonstrated the Zhao family's strong financial resources and profound background.

She couldn't help but wonder in her heart that she was so lucky to follow Zhao Kai into this family.

If I have such ability in the future, what kind of life will I face?

The hall was bustling with laughter and joy.

Yang Zhihui was chatting with several rich girls around her when she caught a glimpse of Zhao Kai from the corner of her eye. Her already bright eyes lit up instantly, and the corners of her mouth rose uncontrollably, with the joy in her heart seeming to overflow.

She quickly put down the crystal wine glass in her hand, swirled her skirt, and walked towards him with brisk steps.

But when she saw Wang Lin next to Zhao Kai, the smile in her eyes froze instantly, replaced by a barely perceptible contempt.

Wang Lin was seen wearing an extremely ordinary outfit, of old style and of a much inferior quality to the silk and satin worn by the ladies present. Her hair was tied up casually, and she exuded a rustic air.

Yang Zhihui snorted in her heart, feeling proud: She is just a rustic country girl, how can she compare with me? She wants to enter the Zhao family?

"Cousin, you're finally back. I missed you so much!" Yang Zhihui smiled sweetly and held Zhao Kai's arm affectionately, but her eyes glanced at Wang Lin intentionally or unintentionally, her eyes full of provocation.

Then, as if she suddenly remembered something, a puzzled look appeared on her face, "By the way, where is Sister Cai Xiaoxiao? Why didn't I see her come back with you?"

Faced with this rural girl, Yang Zhihui was too lazy to pay attention to her and simply chose to ignore her.

Zhao Kai frowned slightly, his expression a little solemn, shook his head and said: "I don't know either. I haven't seen her since I came back from Youyou Mountain."

At this time, Wang Lin explained softly: "Many accidents happened when we went to Youyou Mountain this time. Many people disappeared, and Cai Xiaoxiao was one of them."

Yang Zhihui made a regretful expression on her face and sighed slightly: "Ah, how could this happen? It's really unexpected."

But Yang Zhihui was delighted in her heart. The annoying Cai Xiaoxiao who had always been competing with her was finally gone. Now no one would compete with her for Zhao Kai.

Just as he was thinking about it, a round of greetings was heard and people from the Cai family walked into the banquet hall.

Everyone in the Cai family looked solemn, and the face of the head of the Cai family was filled with sadness and helplessness.

They had obviously tried their best to find Cai Xiaoxiao, but still had no clue. After a few simple words at the banquet, the head of the Cai family left the table with a sad look on his face, his back full of loneliness.

Yang Zhihui looked at the direction where the Cai family left, with an imperceptible smile on his lips and a determined light flashing in his eyes.

Amid the melodious classical music, dancers in gorgeous dresses danced gracefully on the mirror-like marble floor. Their postures were light and their steps were agile, and their every move was full of elegance.

Beside the stage, the band members were fully engaged, and the sounds of instruments such as violin, piano and saxophone intertwined, adding a dreamlike atmosphere to the performance.

The guests in the audience looked up to admire the performance, and from time to time they burst into warm applause and praise.

After several wonderful singing and dancing performances, the lights in the hall suddenly dimmed, and everyone's attention was drawn to the center of the stage.

A tall and straight figure slowly walked out from behind the scenes. It was the head of the Zhao family - Zhao Feihong.

His appearance instantly made the entire hall quiet, and the air seemed to be filled with a hint of tension and awe.

Zhao Feihong took steady and powerful steps, and every step seemed to be stepping on everyone's heart.

He was wearing a well-tailored black suit, the straight lines of which outlined his majestic aura.

What is particularly eye-catching is the black mask on his face. The mysterious black covers most of his face, leaving only his cold eyes and tightly pursed thin lips, making it impossible to see his expression, let alone guess his thoughts.

Zhao Feihong stood in the center of the stage, raised his head slightly, and his cold eyes slowly swept over everyone in the audience. The entire hall was silent, and everyone held their breath, waiting for him to speak.

Zhao Feihong stood with his hands behind his back, his calm voice echoing in the huge banquet hall, and every word was clearly heard by everyone: "Everyone, today's banquet is certainly to welcome my son Zhao Kai, but more importantly, the Zhao family is about to welcome an important guest!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the originally quiet hall fell into silence in an instant, and then a slight commotion spread among the crowd like ripples.

The guests were whispering to each other, their eyes full of curiosity and speculation, guessing the identity of this mysterious guest.

Some people whispered, their tone full of awe.

Some people looked surprised and seemed to be full of anticipation for the upcoming big shot.

Zhao Kai also frowned slightly, with a hint of doubt in his eyes. He moved closer to his father and asked in a low voice: "Dad, who is this important person? Why didn't you mention him beforehand?"

Zhao Feihong just smiled slightly and did not answer. His eyes were still looking towards the entrance of the hall, as if waiting for the key person to appear.

Throughout the hall, the melodious music had stopped at some point, and everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed on the tightly closed door. The air was filled with tension and anticipation.

The sun gradually sets, the sky is dyed orange-red, and the afterglow shines through the bamboo leaves, sprinkling pieces of golden light on the ground.

Zhuge Heping crouched down, walked as lightly as a cat, with the soles of his shoes hardly touching the ground, and quietly crept into the depths of the bamboo forest again.

Along the way, the bamboo leaves were rustled by the breeze, making a rustling sound, as if warning of his arrival and covering his whereabouts.

After observing for a few days, Zhuge Heping knew Sister Baoer's daily routine very well.

Every day when the sun sets, Sister Baoer goes back to the bamboo house to rest.

The simple bamboo house in front stood quietly in the afterglow, its outline coated with a layer of warm light.

He tiptoed closer and looked inside through the crack in the window. Sister Baoer was lying on the bed, breathing steadily and sleeping soundly.

Zhuge Heping was secretly delighted. He took out the thick rope he had prepared long ago from his arms and gently pushed open the door of the bamboo house. His movements were so careful as if he was afraid of waking up the sleeping beast.

The house was filled with a faint bamboo scent, mixed with a hint of firewood.

He slowly approached the bed, his hands trembling slightly, and wrapped the rope around Sister Baoer again and again.

Looking at Sister Baoer who was successfully tied up, Zhuge Heping straightened up, his face full of pride, the corners of his mouth raised, and he muttered softly: "Tsk tsk, you can beat me when you are awake, but what about now? Aren't you still tied up by me obediently?"

After he finished speaking, he also found it funny, curled his lips, and said to himself: "I never thought that I, Zhuge Heping, would become a kidnapper and do such a thing as kidnapping others."

He paced around the room, thinking about his next plan, feeling confident that everything was under control.

Zhuge Heping finally tied up Sister Baoer. He half-knelt down, put his hands through Sister Baoer's knees and back, and with a strong force, he carried her steadily on his back.

He did not dare to be careless in his steps. He took every step very slowly and tiptoeing like a cat stealing fish, for fear of making any noise.

The road down the mountain was rugged and full of gravel and dead branches.

Zhuge Heping's legs trembled slightly, but he didn't dare to stop for a moment, for fear that he would be discovered if he was not careful.

As they were about to walk out of Youyou Mountain and the exit was just around the corner, Zhuge Heping's tense nerves finally relaxed a little. He secretly rejoiced in his heart, thinking that his plan was about to succeed.

But at this moment, he had no idea that Sister Baoer, who was lying on his back, suddenly opened her eyes without any warning.

The eyes that were originally as clear as a mountain spring now had a hint of coldness and clarity, staring straight ahead.

The sudden change that followed made Zhuge Heping shudder violently, his legs went weak, and he almost fell to the ground.

Sister Baoer was behind Zhuge Heping. Her voice was not loud, but it exploded in his ears like thunder from a plain: "Where are you taking me?"

Zhuge Heping's whole body stiffened, his steps froze instantly, and the smugness on his face disappeared without a trace in an instant, leaving only astonishment.

He laughed dryly twice, trying to hide his guilty conscience, his voice unconsciously rising a few notes: "Hey... Hey, are you awake?"

Sister Baoer ignored his pretense of being relaxed and said calmly, as if she was talking about something very ordinary: "I haven't fallen asleep yet."

These words were like a heavy hammer, making Zhuge Heping's head buzz.

His hands unconsciously grasped Sister Baoer's legs, and cold sweat instantly broke out on his back.

He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but his throat seemed to be blocked and he couldn't utter a word.

After that, Sister Baoer asked calmly, "What are you doing now?"

Zhuge Heping felt his scalp tingling, beads of cold sweat kept coming out of his forehead, and his clothes on his back were already soaked with sweat. He swallowed hard, and his voice trembled a little: "Kidnapped." (End of this chapter)