allonlinenovel Chapter 297 For my use
Chapter 297 For my use
Murong Ling'er stood gracefully in the center of the courtyard, the moonlight casting a shadow on her, outlining her cool silhouette. She quietly gazed at Mudik, whose emotions were nearly out of control. The corners of her mouth curled up slightly, revealing a mysterious smile. She spoke slowly, "Don't rush into it yet. He can't die yet. Let's try something more interesting. What do you think?"
"Huh?" Mudik, who was in extreme anger, seemed to be poured with a basin of cold water from head to toe. His whole body froze instantly. His arms, which were originally raised high, also stopped in mid-air at this moment. He slowly turned his head and looked at Murong Ling'er with a look full of doubt and vigilance.
Murong Ling'er walked gracefully towards Mudik. She extended her slender fingers and gently touched Mudik's cheek, saying with a half-smile, "Aren't you going to clean up this face?"
When Mudik heard this, he was stunned at first, and then a look of horror appeared on his face.
He subconsciously reached out to touch his face and asked in a trembling voice, "How...how did you know I changed my appearance?"
You know, with his superb disguise skills, he lived safely for many years under the heavy surveillance of the He family, like a ghost.
The fake face on his face at this moment was a masterpiece he carefully crafted. It had no resemblance to his original appearance. Even people who were with him day and night would find it difficult to find the flaws.
But when did Miss Murong realize it?
Could it be that she had seen through his disguise since their first meeting?
Murong Ling'er looked at the shock and confusion in Mudik's eyes, and just smiled lightly without saying anything, which was considered as her agreement.
Mudik stood there, his heart in turmoil. He struggled and hesitated for a long time, and finally slowly raised his hand and reached into his arms.
After a long time, he took out an exquisite porcelain bottle that was only the size of his little finger.
This porcelain vase glows with a warm luster under the moonlight, and the subtle patterns carved on the bottle seem to be telling unknown secrets at this moment.
Finally, he took a deep breath, as if mustering up all his courage, and gently pulled out the cork.
A strange, slightly fishy smell instantly filled the air. His hands trembled slightly as he tilted the porcelain bottle. The white liquid inside slowly flowed out. The liquid seemed to have life, flickering with an eerie light in the moonlight, and dripped carefully into the palm of his hand, drop by drop.
Mudik slowly raised his hand and gently applied the white liquid in his palm to his face. His movements were slow and mechanical, and each time seemed to use up all his strength. As the liquid came into contact with his skin, a slight blush began to appear on his face, followed by an unbearable stinging pain.
His brows were tightly furrowed, his teeth were chattering, and beads of sweat kept rolling down his forehead, but he still endured it and continued to apply the cream.
The white liquid gradually seeped into his skin, and his disguised face began to undergo strange changes. His skin seemed to be gnawed by countless tiny insects, and it began to wriggle slightly, and the color gradually became mottled.
Under the influence of the white liquid, the carefully disguised face was like a false mask being removed, revealing its original outline bit by bit.
Mudik closed his eyes tightly and grabbed his face tightly with his hands, his nails almost digging into his flesh, trying to distract himself from the severe pain in his face.
As time passed, the flesh on his face began to fall off piece by piece as if it was torn apart, falling to the ground with a slight "puff" sound. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which was nauseating.
Finally, the traces of disguise on the face were cleaned off, revealing the face hidden under the disguise.
Mudik was breathing heavily, his clothes were soaked with sweat, and he looked as if he had been to the gates of hell, weak but with a sense of relief.
Murong Ling'er crossed her arms and looked quietly at the bright moon in the sky, as if she had already gotten used to the bloody scene before her. Until the strong smell of blood entered her nostrils, she frowned slightly and turned to look at Mudik.
Seeing that Mudik was enduring the severe pain without showing a trace of pain on his face, Murong Ling'er couldn't help but admire him more.
The fact that this person could endure the pain of skinning by performing a disguise operation shows his strong mind is truly admirable.
Perhaps, he could really help him complete that seemingly impossible plan.
After an unknown amount of time, Mudik finally cleaned his face.
Under the hazy moonlight, a handsome but somewhat pale face appeared in front of Murong Ling'er. This face looked particularly pale because it had been hidden under a fake mask for many years and had never seen the sunlight. It was like an exquisite white jade statue, but with a hint of coldness that was out of touch with the world.
The two stood facing each other like this. For a moment, it was so quiet that only the sound of each other's light breathing could be heard.
Mudik felt mixed emotions. After more than 20 years, this face finally saw the light of day again. His feelings were so complicated that they were hard to describe.
Murong Ling'er looked calm, as everything was within her expectations.
Just as Mudik guessed, as early as when they first met in the mountains, she had already discovered the secret of his disguise with her powerful spiritual sense.
Mudik took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.
He raised his head, looked directly at Murong Ling'er, and asked seriously, "You just said to change the way of playing. What exactly is that? Don't play dumb with me."
Murong Ling'er raised her head and looked at Mudik with a firm gaze. Her voice was light but full of power as she said word by word, "I want you to disguise yourself as He Jinyan, sneak into the He family, control everything in the He family, and use it for my own benefit. Do you dare?"
When Mudik heard this, it was like a thunderclap exploding in his ears. His eyes instantly widened into the size of copper bells, his eyeballs almost popping out. The shock on his face spread rapidly like a tide, as if he had seen the end of the world, which was chilling.
He stood there blankly, his mouth slightly open, but no sound came out.
After a long while, he finally squeezed out a few words from his throat with difficulty: "This... How is this possible?"
Obviously, he was not mentally prepared for this crazy plan proposed by Murong Ling'er, and even thought it was simply a fantasy.
You know, the He family is very famous and well-established in this area! Not only do they have strong financial resources, but they also have many powerful people as their solid backing.
How easy is it to control such a behemoth? If you make a mistake, you might even lose your life and end up in pieces.
However, just when Mudik fell into despair, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of Murong Ling'er's unwavering eyes, which revealed an unparalleled confidence and determination, as if the whole world was under her feet.
Somehow, looking at those beautiful and powerful eyes, Mudik's originally uneasy heart gradually calmed down.
He clenched his teeth tightly and thought to himself: Yes! I have been living in this world for all these years, muddled and struggling, living such a miserable and aggrieved life. What's the point?
Thinking of this, a glimmer of determination flashed in Mudik's eyes, and his hands unconsciously clenched into fists, as if he was ready to face all challenges.