Chapter 51 The Phoenix Gave Birth to Twin Chicks

Shang Youqing asked coldly, "Who is it?"

"One, surnamed Mu..."

Shang Youqing's eyes narrowed suddenly.

She had said that she had clearly poured spiritual power into He Cong's Buddha amulet, so how could He Cong get into trouble so easily...

It turned out to be him.

Shang Youqing took a deep breath and left the Ji family. As soon as she got back to the car, she was in pain from the killing barrier that invaded her heart meridian, causing her mind to become distracted and her abdomen to contract violently.

Shang Youqing barely managed to set up the Phoenix Fire Formation and returned to Yan Garden.

Shang Youqing strictly forbade anyone from entering the lake center area, dismissed all the servants, and used Phoenix Fire to seal all movement inside the lake center area. Only then did she stumble back to her room.

She could no longer hold on and transformed back into her true form as a phoenix, fluttering onto the large bed. Her shimmering feathers trembled as she curled up under her body. She pecked at the fluffiest and softest down feathers on her belly to make a round nest.

She completely shielded her nest with her wings, accompanied by one blood-curdling cry after another. Finally, a phoenix's shrill cry resounded through the heavens, ablaze with the phoenix's fiery flames.

Shang Youqing bent down, licking the blood-stained down of her tail feathers. Shakingly, she fluffed out her feathers, only to discover she had laid two phoenix eggs.

She could clearly sense her heart meridian undergoing a self-immolation nirvana to annihilate the killing barrier. She clutched the eggs tightly with her wings, devoting all her spiritual energy to incubating the phoenix chicks within her arms.

She wanted them to hatch before her heart meridian succumbed.

After an unknown amount of time, with a crack, one of the eggs nestled within her arms broke free, its shell tilting and collapsing. A tender, fluffy little ball of phoenix slowly emerged from the crooked shell, flapping its tiny wings.

Its fluffy head fell onto Shang Youqing's stomach, letting out a crisp chirp.

Shang Youqing bent down and licked the pup's fluffy feathers, her phoenix eyes brimming with scorching tears. Her feathers, scorched by the flames, were becoming increasingly transparent.

Her heart was drained and dissipating.

Shang Youqing had exhausted all her spiritual energy, only managing to hatch one phoenix chick. The remaining egg lay in imminent danger, and she had to get it safely back to Wutong Mountain before she herself was incinerated by the flames.

However, just as she transformed back into her human form, cradling the hatched chick and egg, she paused, her eyes catching sight of a feather pendant hanging on her bedroom wall.

Just then, He Qizhou called again.

Perhaps assuming she hadn't yet visited the hospital, he called again, clearly intent on exploiting He Cong's coma in the car accident to revive the already turbulent He family.

Shang Youqing protected the endangered egg with the phoenix blood bead from her neck. Before leaving, she performed one final act for He Cong.

…

He Cong suddenly woke up in a cloud of black fog that could not be dispelled.

He had just recovered and was sent to a heavily guarded ward. Within a few seconds of opening his eyes, he quickly recalled that he had been in a car accident.

He Cong knew clearly that if something happened to him at this critical moment, the people from the He family would definitely find ways to make trouble for his wife.

Although the defense system of Yanyuan was tight enough, He Cong still couldn't be completely relieved.

He immediately took off his oxygen mask, found his mobile phone, and just called Yanyuan when he heard the panicked words of the housekeeper Chen on the other end of the phone, "Sir, the wife is in trouble..."

He Cong's ears were buzzing. When he arrived at the house owned by He Qizhou, the fire had engulfed the entire building.

He Cong had never seen such a big fire. He heard people next to him say that the fire broke out not long after Fuying went in. He Cong nodded and rushed into the fire without saying a word.

Someone rushed to grab him, but He Cong threw him aside, shouting, "My wife's in there!"

He Cong's eyes were bloodshot. The flames threatened to engulf him, but he remained oblivious, pressing deeper into the building.

Countless voices called out to him, trying to stop him, but he could hear none. He knew only that his wife was still inside, and he had to get her out.

The flames consumed his vision, and He Cong's eyes were bloodshot. He pushed aside every obstacle in his way with his bare hands.

Perhaps he was hallucinating, but he thought he heard his wife calling for him to hurry.

He Cong had no intention of retreating. Through reddened eyes, he sobbed, "Wife, don't be afraid. Wait for me."

But just as he was about to venture deeper into the building, something heavy suddenly struck his back, sending He Cong collapsing with a thud. He was carried on a stretcher back to the hospital.

It was hours later when he regained consciousness.

The fire had been put out.

The police immediately apprehended He Qizhou and other related personnel, but the building was completely burned down, and Fuying... was not even a body left.

He Cong looked very calm, and he proposed to check the surveillance footage around the house.

"The police have already checked..."

"I'll check it myself."

He Cong checked the relevant surveillance footage, which showed that half an hour before he woke up, Fuying was picked up by He Qizhou's car and taken to the house. Afterwards, Fuying walked into the house alone.

Not long after that, a sudden fire engulfed the house.

He Cong checked all the surveillance footage that might have entered and exited the house. Everyone stood by the bed trembling, watching the head of the He family check the surveillance footage, calmly give a few orders, get out of bed and leave.

He Cong drove to the burned house.

It could no longer be called a building, it was burned into ruins.

Under the gray sky, He Cong calmly dug and searched in the ruins, from day to night, and then to dawn.

His hands were already bloody, but He Cong didn't care at all, until he turned the ruins upside down, but didn't find any trace.

The sky was gloomy and overcast.

He Cong sat in the rubble, his arm still bleeding. He lowered his eyes and stared at a certain place, his face indifferent and decadent, gloomy and cold, like a ghost crawling out of hell.

The cool raindrops floated down, dripping, and dripped down along the blood on the wound on his arm.

He Cong sat motionless on the ruins quietly. After a few hours, he suddenly tugged at the corner of his lips with a smile, and took out a pistol from the lining of his coat.

This was the first revolver his wife gave him.

He Cong closed his eyes, and stroked the cold gun body with his slender fingers. He recalled the shooting steps his wife taught him. With skillful and steady movements, he pushed the bullet into the gun chamber and locked the bolt.

Just as he bent his knuckles slightly and pulled the trigger towards his heart,

He Cong heard the faint cry of a baby behind him.

He Cong slowly raised his bloodshot eyes.

In the heavy rain, Mrs. He got out of a car.

She walked over with a black umbrella, holding an extremely young baby in her arms. The little guy waved his pink fists clumsily in the cradle, his little face flushed, and he cried with his mouth flat and open.

With tears in her eyes, Madam He showed him the little cub in her arms: "A Cong, this is... your child with Fuying.