Chapter 172 He Is Caicai

Chapter 172: He Is Caicai

Cheng Ge barely had the strength to shift his position, let alone turn his body, and could only tilt his head with difficulty.

From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a figure being violently kicked through the door, the kick landing squarely on his butt!

"Ouch—!" A miserable shriek accompanied a dull thud.

A not-so-slim body rolled across the floor like a rolling log, tumbling awkwardly several times before colliding with the wall and stopping.

Cheng Ge blinked his heavy eyelids several times before barely managing to focus on the figure that had rolled in.

Zhou Yinyun grimaced, rubbing his sore rear and aching elbow as he scrambled up from the floor, covered in dust and looking disheveled.

Recognizing the familiar yet slightly foolish face, Cheng Ge felt his vision darken.

It was as if a heavy hammer had struck his chest, instantly suffocating him!

In an instant, the cold electronic sound effects of a popular game from some distant world echoed in his mind:

First Blood!!!

Double Kill!!!

Triple Kill!!!!

Cheng Ge stared blankly at the ceiling, wondering if a Quadra Kill or Penta Kill was next.

Damn it, every single one of these scumbags! Better at feeding than those damned Meituan riders!

Zhou Yinyun's bones ached as if they were falling apart. Gritting his teeth, he pushed himself up from the cold stone floor.

He had desperately tried to rush out to get help, but those palace attendants were shockingly agile—far from ordinary servants.

They easily overpowered his feeble attempts, and even his own servant had disappeared, probably captured somewhere.

To make matters worse, he had taken a solid kick to the rear, leaving him seeing stars.

While rubbing his sore butt and throbbing elbow, he cursed under his breath and raised his head.

His gaze was panicked, cautiously surveying the side hall, where a strange, sweet fragrance filled the air.

But the moment his eyes swept past the wall, his pupils suddenly contracted.

It really was Cheng Ge!!!

Like an invisible steel needle piercing through all his panic and pain, it pinned him to the spot!

That face, usually marked by a hint of carelessness, was now as pale as paper, utterly bloodless.

Striking dark red blood dripped from the wound on his forehead,

staining his furrowed eyebrows, flowing past his tightly shut eyelids, leaving a terrifying streak on his skin.

His head hung low, his lips dry and cracked, and even his breath seemed to tremble.

Zhou Yinyun's gaze moved downward, and his heart tightened.

He saw the mangled wounds, silently hinting in the dim light at what had happened here.

"Mu... Muyu..." Zhou Yinyun's mind went blank, his voice trembling in fear.

He scrambled toward Cheng Ge on all fours, not even noticing when his knees slammed heavily onto the floor.

"What happened to you? Why is there so much blood on your face?! What's wrong with your neck...?"

Cheng Ge's mind was a haze, and he struggled to lift heavy eyelids.

His eyes had lost their usual clarity, now covered in a thick, impenetrable layer of moisture.

The corners of his eyes were flushed an unnatural crimson, like peach blossoms crushed and soaked in tears.

He raised his head weakly, this simple movement seeming to drain all his strength, his neck appearing fragile and strained.

"...Shi...zi?" His voice was very soft, with an unusual tenderness, his curled lashes trembling.

"You... how did you... get in?... Go... go quickly..."

He shook his head weakly, as if trying to raise a hand, but the arm only twitched helplessly before falling limp. "It's... very... dangerous here..."

"—Blegh—"

"...Caicai..." Zhou Yinyun's voice was choked with sobs.

"Cough!... Hey... you two..." A voice suddenly rang out from the shadows on the other side of the hall.

"Could you... ha... please... restrain yourselves... and think of others..." Wuya's voice sounded from the shadows.

Then, another voice, gritting its teeth, came through, each word forced out through gritted teeth: "Zhou Yinyun! Snap out of it...!

Look carefully! He is not your Caicai! He is Cheng Ge!"

Zhou Yinyun was jolted by Wuya and Zhou Zhan's voices, a flicker of clarity cutting through his mind.

His gaze struggled to sweep into the depths of the shadows, only then discovering two figures curled up like dead dogs in the corner.

He tried to process what had just been said, a trace of bewilderment rising in his eyes—

"Cheng Ge: Since the little dark room was cold, the author made a scarf (a Weibo pun). Readers, take a look, awoo... Get it?"