NCCnovel Chapter 292 Fake Death
Chapter 292 Fake Death
Among those present, apart from Murong Ling'er, only Chu Lingfeng remained calm. He stood quietly, watching everyone vent their emotions, with a complicated look in his eyes.
Until the sun was high in the sky and Huo Jianjie, lying on the beach, seemed to be dried up, he spoke calmly: "The dead cannot be resurrected. It is better to bury Master Huo as soon as possible!"
"Wuwuwu... Dad..."
Upon hearing this, Huo Zihao cried even louder and cried towards the unconscious Deng Lihua, "Mom, please wake up quickly, what should we do..."
His voice was filled with fear and helplessness, echoing on the empty beach and piercing everyone's heart.
“Ahhhh… Master!”
Deng Lihua slowly woke up, and memories came flooding back like a tide. She instantly remembered the thrilling scene before she fell into a coma. Her eyes were full of fear and grief. She suddenly exerted force, pushed away Wang who was hugging her, and rushed towards Huo Jianjie who was lifeless on the ground.
Her cry was heart-wrenching, as if she wanted to vent all the pain in the world.
"Master, how could you just leave us like this!" Deng Lihua clutched Huo Jianjie's clothes tightly with both hands, tears rolling down her face uncontrollably, wetting the sand beneath her feet.
After a burst of grief-stricken crying, Chu Lingfeng frowned, his expression full of pity, but he still decisively ordered the people around him: "Separate them, don't let Madam Deng get too sad."
Wang and Chuchu hurried forward, gently but irresistibly helped Deng Lihua up and pulled her away.
At this moment, Chen Lian hurried over, looking anxious. He leaned close to Chu Lingfeng and whispered, "Prince Chu, the rules on the island are too cruel. If an exile dies, they are usually thrown directly into the sea and buried at sea. There's not even a decent burial site."
Upon hearing this, Chu Lingfeng's expression darkened instantly. His brows furrowed, his eyes filled with anger and resentment. "What kind of rule is this? It's so cruel and ruthless. Even the final destination of us exiles is so miserable?"
"Alas! What can we do in this world!" Chen Lian sighed helplessly, his heart filled with grief. He wanted to do something for Huo Jianjie, but looking around, he was just an exile who could not even protect himself, and he was really powerless.
Murong Ling'er stood aside, remaining silent. As Huo Jianjie's eldest daughter, there was not much expression on her face at this moment, but her eyes were filled with deep sadness.
She raised her head slightly, and although her voice was soft, it was filled with unquestionable determination: "Let's follow the rules of this island!"
After hearing what she said, the others naturally had no reason to object.
At this time, Deng Lihua, Huo Shuixian and Huo Zihao were already immersed in great grief and had no time to care about what would happen after Huo Jianjie's death.
Murong Ling'er did not delay at all. She acted quickly, picked up the axe beside her, and walked towards the woods not far away. Every swing of the axe was filled with her deep reluctance to leave her father.
Soon, she cut down some thick tree trunks and found some vines. With her strong will and skillful techniques, she made the tree trunks into a simple but sturdy raft.
She carefully arranged Huo Jianjie's body, gently placed it on the raft, and then used all her strength to slowly push the raft into the sea.
"Dad, have a safe journey..." Murong Ling'er murmured softly, tears welling up in her eyes, but she forced herself not to let them fall.
Watching the raft carrying Huo Jianjie's body drifting farther and farther away under the push of the waves, Deng Lihua felt her eyes go dark and fainted again.
"Miss Huo, please send Madam Huo and Young Master Huo back first! Miss Murong and I will be guarding here."
Seeing that Murong Ling'er beside him had a sad face and no reaction to his words, Chu Lingfeng had no choice but to turn around and speak to Huo Shuixian.
Huo Shuixian seemed to have lost her soul, her eyes fixed on the raft that was gradually moving away and had turned into a small black dot. She seemed not to hear Chu Lingfeng's words.
No matter what her stepmother or half-brother was like, for Huo Shuixian at this moment, none of them could compare to the shock and trauma brought to her by the departure of the only relative she cared about in the world.
Huo Jianjie's death was too sudden. From his death to his burial at sea, only an hour passed. The loved ones who were still alive by his side yesterday are now separated from him forever. Unless one has a heart of stone, no one can bear such a cruel gap.
What's more, for Huo Shuixian, she is not Huo Jianjie's daughter. Once Huo Jianjie is gone, she becomes a complete orphan. Her elder sister has died because of her, and her adoptive father has also left her. Huo Shuixian only feels empty in her heart, and she is helpless and confused.
Wang sighed softly, squatted down with great effort and helped the unconscious Deng Lihua up.
The two of them shared the same fate, both having lost the man who headed the family. Her reaction at the time was even worse than Deng Lihua's. If it weren't for her children, she would probably have wanted to die long ago.
Chuchu and Wang supported the unconscious Deng together, and Chu Yinyin held the stunned Huo Shuixian. Although the two had disliked each other in the past, at this moment, Chu Yinyin couldn't help but feel pity for Huo Shuixian.
She was much more miserable than me. At least I had my mother, sister, and brother to protect me, but she...
"Chen'er, go back with everyone! Mother will see your grandfather off." Murong Ling'er lowered her head and saw Murong Chen's lips tightly pursed, his little face red from the scorching sun, his eyes swollen with blisters, and he looked listless.
Murong Chen was reluctant to leave. He looked up at Murong Ling'er, then at Lin Dong and the others who were standing with them under the scorching sun and almost suffering from heatstroke. Finally, he left holding the hand of Huo Zihao, whose voice was hoarse from crying.
Waves hit the beach one after another. All the people on the beach have dispersed, leaving only two people, one standing and one sitting.
Sniffing the salty seawater and feeling the scorching wind, the two of them remained silent for a long time. Only after the surveillance eyes hidden in the shadows withdrew did Chu Lingfeng turn to look at Murong Ling'er beside him, his eyes full of confusion and inquiry: "How did you make Lord Huo look like he was dead?"
Murong Ling'er turned her head slightly, still looking towards the sea. After a moment of silence, she slowly said, "I used my unique technique to block the flow of Qi and blood in his body, leaving him completely breathless and as if dead."
After listening to Murong Ling'er's explanation, Chu Lingfeng couldn't help but feel a surge of sincere admiration in his heart.
Recalling that critical moment, everyone was shrouded in fear and despair, but Murong Ling'er was able to remain calm in the chaos and come up with such a brilliant plan to help Huo Jianjie get rid of his status as a fugitive. Her courage and wisdom are truly admirable.
When Huo Jianjie was rescued to the shore, Chu Lingfeng's first reaction was the same as everyone else's. He thought that this man who had experienced many storms was really swallowed up by the ruthless sea water. He looked at the wet, lifeless body, his heart filled with grief and regret.
However, at this moment, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of Murong Ling'er's expression. At that moment, he keenly caught a hint of something strange - there was no despair and collapse in her eyes due to the sudden death of a loved one. Instead, there was a kind of calmness and composure, as if everything was under her control.
Chu Lingfeng pondered to himself, Huo Jianjie is an excellent swimmer, how could he have drowned in just a few days after being exiled here? There must be a trick. Thinking about Murong Linger's attitude, he already understood a little.
With Murong Linger's personality, if her father had really been murdered, she would never let it go and would definitely try every means to avenge her father. How could she be so calm?
Thinking of this, Chu Lingfeng turned to look at Murong Ling'er. Her eyes were still fixed on the vast ocean, as if she was pursuing something.
Chu Lingfeng said softly: "Don't worry! Lin Yu and the others have quietly left under the raft. With them around, Lord Huo will be fine."
Murong Ling'er nodded slightly, a barely perceptible hint of gratitude flashing in her eyes.
She knew in her heart that instead of staying on this exile island full of dangers and calculations, and being oppressed and enslaved by the He family every day, it would be better for her father to take this opportunity to escape, change his identity, wait for the opportunity in the dark, and make a comeback.