307: Chapter 307: Rescued 307: Chapter 307: Rescued Ye Shikai quickly shielded Nightmare behind him, and the incoming Soul Destroyer hurried to assist, helping Nightmare back before warily watching the members of the Tomb Spirit Organization.
“Refining Mo, let’s stop the confrontation here for today.
Continuing the fight will not benefit you,” Ye Shikai said.
The purpose of this encounter was to rescue Nightmare, and since that goal was achieved, continuing the fight would be meaningless.
“Haha, Hades, don’t get too excited.
We will clash again, and I look forward to that day, which won’t be too far off,” Refining Mo burst out laughing.
“I know about your deal with Wu Zijian.
I suggest you don’t stop here, Wu Yu is not someone you should tamper with.” The renewed clash between Ye Shikai and Refining Mo stemmed from negotiations between Tianya and the Wu Family, intertwining their paths.
Setting aside these factors, neither Refining Mo nor the Tomb Spirit Organization had any business with Ye Shikai, who preferred to avoid such trouble and was unsettled by these unsafe elements.
“Haha, if it were just for the measly money from Wu Zijian, of course, I wouldn’t bother making such a grand move.
Do you believe, Hades, that even if I were to attack the Main God Temple right now, I am confident I could take it down?” Refining Mo declared.
Ye Shikai’s expression grew solemn; from their recent exchange, it was clear that Refining Mo’s power had grown significantly.
Together with his powerful subordinates, they could likely overpower an average Main God.
“Of course, I believe you have that strength,” Ye Shikai responded.
The emergence of the Tomb Spirit Organization was deeply alarming—a power comparable to Netherworld Palace could cause significant upheaval in Hong Kong.
“But well, I’ve also taken on another task, or rather, a proposal, or you could call it a wager,” Refining Mo said calmly, “a bet on if I can kill you.
As for the reward, besides money and treasures, it includes your throne as Netherworld King.”
Despicable villain, even ten years from now you wouldn’t match Lord Netherworld King.
If it weren’t for holding Nightmare hostage, you’d have already been beaten to death,” Soul Destroyer spat, their eyes filled with contempt.
“Who is this person?” Ye Shikai was unconcerned by Refining Mo’s provocation.
He was not the type to be disturbed by others’ words; he cared only about the results.
“Well, I cannot say yet.
If I cannot defeat you, you’ll naturally find out,” Refining Mo said teasingly before waving his hand, “Consider yourselves lucky today.
We shall continue this another day.” Refining Mo’s face showed a trace of reluctance, mixed with solemnity; after all, he was somewhat wary of Ye Shikai’s strength.
“Everyone, retreat immediately,” Ye Shikai commanded sternly.
“My lord, but…” Demoness was reluctant, wanting to fight them to the death.
“Nightmare is still here; let’s heal him first.
Where there are green hills, there’s firewood to burn,” Ye Shikai sighed, forcibly ordering Soul Destroyer and the others to leave.
Before leaving, he turned back to give Refining Mo the middle finger.
“I’ll be waiting for you,” Ye Shikai raised a thumb up and then spun one hundred and eighty degrees, plunging downwards…
One day later, Hong Kong Hospital.
The usually aloof and proud Nightmare peacefully lay in the hospital bed, while Ye Shikai and the people of Netherworld Palace quietly waited by his side.
In the palace, Nightmare was notoriously reclusive, indifferent to everyone except for Ye Shikai’s orders, disregarding even the palace’s housekeeper, Ghost.
He usually stayed in his room, rarely interacting or socializing, an outsider in the palace’s social circles.
Yet, through this incident, Ye Shikai could sense that everyone genuinely cared for the reserved, beautiful man, eager to rescue him even at the risk of walking into a trap.
And through this event, Nightmare would surely change his previous attitudes.
After this ordeal, the team would become more cohesive; initially, each member of Netherworld Palace had been a master from the Underworld, naturally defiant of authority, but through constant interactions and shared experiences, an invisible bond had been formed among them.
After who knows how long, everyone heard a faint cough and opened their eyes excitedly.
“Nightmare, you’ve finally woken up.” Soul Destroyer said loudly.
a hospital?” Nightmare asked weakly, looking at the clean white ceiling above, with a faint scent of disinfectant alcohol in the air.
“Yes, you’ve been unconscious for over a day, finally awake now.” Demoness said excitedly, noticing Nightmare’s lips were pale, a sign of just recovering from a serious illness, then he licked his dry lips.
“Thank you all.” Nightmare said solemnly.
“Ha ha, why say these things among ourselves.” Ye Shikai laughed, then stepped forward to give him a hug.
“Yo, since when did our Nightmare become so sentimental?” Demoness teased.
Then let’s go back to the old ways.
Now that you’ve saved me, you can leave.” Nightmare said lightly, which would have been his true mean-hearted sentiment in the past, but now, a rare smile appeared on his lips.
“Look at this ungrateful brat.” Soul Destroyer punched Nightmare lightly on the chest, causing everyone to laugh, with Nightmare laughing the happiest.
“Yay, Brother Nightmare has finally woken up.
Come and drink the medicinal soup I brewed for you.” At that moment, a petite figure dashed in, Zi Yun holding a clay pot, bouncing eagerly in.
“Thank you.” Nightmare smiled.
“Drink up.” Zi Yun opened the pot, and immediately a foul smell spread, filling the entire hospital room.
“Wow, Sister Zi Yun, is this medicine or poison?
It smells so bad.” Demoness pinched her nose, making a face of disgust.
“Ha ha, did you accidentally put canned sardines in the medicine?” Ye Shikai joked.
“Psh, ignorant, this is the medicinal soup I personally brewed; it’s great for recovery.” Zi Yun rolled her eyes at everyone, lifted the spoon to Nightmare’s lips.
“This taste… it’s alright.” Nightmare took a sip and nodded slightly, even though it smelled foul, it tasted somewhat sweet, and he ended up drinking the whole pot without realizing.
“Of course, this medicine, it’s brewed from sixty-three kinds of ingredients, including honey, Angelica dahurica, goji berries, arsenic…”
“What, arsenic?” everyone shouted.
“Ha ha, bro, have you forgotten what I told you?
Poison used right is good medicine.” Zi Yun grinned mysterly, then patted Nightmare on the shoulder.
“Don’t worry, Brother Nightmare, your injury will heal very soon.”
“Well, that’s good then.” Nightmare adjusted his blanket and slowly lay down.
“Wait, did you really put arsenic in this medicine?”