PDLP Chapter 49: Did the Grand Master Escape?
Chapter 49: Did the Grand Master Escape?
into the night.
After a busy day, Fusu stepped into his room, ready to rest.
As a result, a sudden change occurred!
A large hand suddenly emerged from the shadows behind him and abruptly covered his mouth and nose.
Fusu's pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively wanted to shout a warning.
The next second, he heard a familiar voice behind him.
"Young lord, do not shout, it is I!"
"It's the Grand Master!"
Fusu's tense body instantly relaxed, his fear receding and replaced by surprise and doubt. He pried the hand covering his mouth away and slowly turned around.
Zou Yun was standing under the door, looking at him slyly.
"Great Master, why are you here so late at night, joking with Fusu?"
Fusu questioned in a low voice, clearly annoyed.
Zou Yun didn't answer directly, but instead leaned closer mysteriously and lowered his voice.
"Come on, let me show you something good."
"Um?"
Upon hearing this, Fusu frowned even more deeply.
Although he was completely confused, he nodded and followed Zou Yun out.
The two walked through several corridors and soon arrived at a relatively secluded courtyard.
A few rays of moonlight shone down, barely outlining the silhouettes of the people in the courtyard.
Feng Zhixue, Zheng Ze, Meng Xuande, and Wei Shuqing had been quietly waiting there for quite some time.
"What is this, Grand Master...?"
Fusu's gaze swept over the crowd, his doubts growing ever stronger.
"Sh-!"
Zou Yun raised a finger and placed it between his lips.
In the dim light, his unusually bright eyes gleamed faintly.
Instead of directly addressing Fusu's doubts, Zou Yun smiled mysteriously.
Please take a look!
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly flicked his sleeve, the movement graceful and swift.
In an instant, Fusu did not see anything tangible fly out, but he vaguely sensed something flying in the air.
The thing flew past Fusu, stirring up a gentle breeze that brushed against his cheek.
Then it spread across the small patch of night sky above them, as if an invisible net was quietly being unfurled.
"What is this?!?"
Fusu was so shocked that he cried out.
He instinctively took a small step back, a chill running down his spine.
This is the instinctive reaction of humans when faced with the unknown.
Despite being unable to see, at such close range, he could sense something intertwining in the air.
"Snapped!"
After a very faint sound, Fusu's pupils suddenly contracted.
Something fell from the sky.
In his horrified eyes, an unbelievable scene was clearly reflected.
The invisible object, like a piece of cloth that had lost its support, drifted from the center of the invisible network and landed on Feng Zhixue's body.
The moment that invisible thing touched the top of Feng Zhixue's head, a strange phenomenon occurred!
Feng Zhixue's figure, starting from the top of his head, faded away rapidly, as if erased by an invisible eraser.
Ultimately, it dissolves into the background of reality.
The whole process was breathtakingly fast, yet terrifyingly slow.
In the blink of an eye, all that remained where Feng Zhixue stood was the cold stone slabs of the courtyard and the shadows of swaying grass and trees.
"This... Feng Jun...!!!"
Everyone present gasped in shock and gasped in astonishment.
Their eyes were wide open, their faces filled with disbelief and terror.
"What's wrong, everyone?"
After hearing their surprised and doubtful voices, a voice filled with obvious confusion suddenly came from the empty space that had just "swallowed" Feng Zhixue.
It was Feng Zhixue's own voice!
Judging from his tone, he seemed completely unaware of the changes happening to him, and might even be wondering why his companion had suddenly lost his composure.
"Great Master, what exactly is this...?"
Fusu couldn't help but take a few steps forward, cautiously reaching out his hand to tentatively touch the spot where Feng Zhixue had been standing.
That seemingly empty patch of air.
The instant his fingertips touched that void, a silk-like sensation was transmitted to his brain through the nerves in his fingertips.
The sensation was incredibly real, yet Fusu's eyes stubbornly told him that there was nothing there.
At this moment, vision and touch clashed violently.
"This is the art of concealing one's form and appearance!"
Zou Yun's voice rang out leisurely, with a hint of self-satisfaction, as if he were showing off a masterpiece.
As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Su sensed that invisible and intangible thing flying out from Zou Yun's sleeve again.
This time, it floated lightly towards Zheng Ze.
Just like the scene before, Zheng Ze's figure also faded and disappeared quickly under everyone's gaze.
Next came Meng Xuande, followed by Wei Shuqing and Fusu.
Each time that invisible thing fell, it was accompanied by a person disappearing as if swallowed by the night.
Finally, Zou Yun lightly waved his sleeve, and the invisible force quietly enveloped him.
In an instant, Fusu found himself alone in the entire courtyard. He opened his mouth, hesitating whether to speak to confirm that everyone was still there.
"Hurry up and move! What are you standing there for?!"
A cheerful, urging voice suddenly rang out beside him.
At the same time, an unseen hand pushed him from behind and led him out of the prefectural governor's mansion.
"Ah...oh?!"
Fusu subconsciously responded and then followed Zou Yun out.
The courtyard, which was just a moment ago full of people, is now empty, with only the faint chirping of insects remaining.
"Hey, who stepped on my foot?"
"Ah?! I'm so sorry, Mr. Feng!"
"Ouch, the child's head..."
"Alright, keep your voices down, don't get caught!"
Amidst a few scattered noises, the night, as dark as ink, enveloped the Fushi Prefectural Governor's residence.
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As dawn broke, a thin mist enveloped the Fushi Prefectural Governor's Mansion like a veil.
The orderly scene inside the mansion was shattered by a shrill, piercing scream.
"Oh no! The Grand Master has disappeared?!"
This scream instantly stirred up a huge wave of reactions.
Footsteps sounded in a jumble, accompanied by more exclamations and questions.
"General Meng! General Meng! Something terrible has happened! Grand Master and...and Young Master are both missing?!"
A county official, his face ashen, scrambled to the front of Meng Tian, who was being attended to by his personal guards and was dressed in armor.
"What?!?!"
Like a thunderclap from a clear sky.
Meng Tian, who was stretching out his arm to have his personal guards tighten his wrist guards, suddenly flashed a terrifying light in his originally gentle eyes upon hearing this.
"Splash—"
He shoved aside the guards who hadn't yet reacted, the heavy armor plates emitting a piercing metallic scraping sound.
Meng Tian strode up to the county official and demanded an explanation in a stern voice.
"Say that again?!"
At this moment, he truly possessed the aura of a frontier general.
The county official was so frightened by Meng Tian that his teeth chattered, and he hurriedly reported back incoherently.
"General...General!"
"This morning, I...I went to deliver breakfast to the Grand Master and several other officials as usual. I respectfully called out for a long time outside the door, but...but no one answered!"
"I sensed something amiss, and dared to push open the door...and then..."
He swallowed hard and continued with difficulty, "The room was completely empty; there wasn't a single person in sight."
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty panicked at the time and thought of going to inform Prince Fusu first."
"But to my surprise, Prince Fusu's room was also empty. I had no choice but to... and thus came to disturb the General!"
After the county official finished speaking, he seemed to remember some lifeline.
Trembling, he pulled a bamboo slip from his bosom and held it high with both hands.
"This was found on the desk in the Grand Master's room. I dare not reveal it without permission; I beg the General to make the decision!"
Looking at the bamboo slip, Meng Tian's face darkened.
Although he was not entirely clear about the purpose of Zou Yun's trip.
However, His Majesty personally arranged for his nephew to accompany and escort him, in addition to the extraordinary identity of Grand Master Zou Yun.
Even a fool could understand how important this matter was to Ying Zheng!
Thinking of this, a cold sweat instantly soaked his temples.
Without hesitation, Meng Tian snatched the bamboo slip, tore off the rope, and, using the increasingly bright daylight, scanned the words on the slip.