HDRDTH -Chapter 126 She Waited for You for Three Thousand Years

Chu Feng was yelling so hard on the other end of the phone that his voice had already cracked.

In the background, there were chaotic electronic alarms and the dull thuds of heavy objects hitting the ground.

“Mr. Yu! That scroll… the piece of rag you told us to bring back! It’s glowing!”

“It’s now floating right in the center of the command hall—no one can get close to it!”

Yu Xian moved the phone slightly away from his ear.

Chu Feng’s voice was loud enough to hurt his eardrum.

“Let it glow. Maybe it’s just good material with fluorescent coating.”

Yu Xian’s tone remained flat. His right hand was still gently patting Su Wanyi’s back, calming her racing heartbeat.

“It’s not fluorescence! Names are appearing on it!”

“Every sixty seconds, a name appears in dark gold ancient seal script.”

“The experts just translated it—the first name on it is yours!”

Yu Xian paused his hand.

He shifted the phone between his shoulder and ear.

“It even has a name-calling function?”

He curled his lips slightly, not quite smiling.

“Who’s the second?”

There was suddenly silence on the other end for a few seconds.

Then Chu Feng’s heavy breathing, strained with tension, came through.

“The second… is Miss Su Xi.”

Yu Xian’s calm gaze narrowed instantly.

The atmosphere in the living room dropped again.

What he hated most in life was being controlled by others’ decisions.

In his previous life, he had been pushed around by capital in the business world—that was for survival.

In this life, he just wanted to be a lazy man, living peacefully with his wife and children.

But that old man surnamed Jiang had quietly dropped a landmine into his arms—and even carved his daughter’s name onto this obviously disastrous list.

“You old Jiang… you’re really something.”

Yu Xian cursed softly under his breath.

“Mr. Yu, what did you say? The experts say this might be some kind of protective registry—everyone on the list will receive some kind of…”

“Receive your ass.”

Yu Xian cut him off directly.

“This is just a target list.”

“Tell Old Li that if he can’t hold that place, then clear me a room.”

“I’m bringing my family there to live.”

“Also, tell the kitchen to prepare the freshest ingredients. If my daughter isn’t happy with the food, I’ll flip the roof of your command hall.”

Chu Feng didn’t dare argue. He gritted his teeth and said:

“Understood! I’ll arrange a special plane immediately! Highest priority!”

Yu Xian hung up.

Su Wanyi looked up at him, tears all over her face.

She hadn’t heard everything, but she could tell from his expression that things weren’t over.

“Xiao Yu… where are we going?”

Her voice carried a suppressed sob.

Yu Xian tightened his arms around her.

“To Beijing. The walls there are solid. No drafts.”

He turned to look at Li Yao, who was struggling to stand up while holding the sofa.

Her face was still deathly pale.

The earlier purple-black mist hadn’t taken her life, but it had completely corroded her confidence as an elite operative.

She looked down at her trembling hands. The garden shears had fallen into the rubble and looked particularly glaring.

“Mr. Yu… I failed.”

Her voice was low, filled with defeat.

“It has nothing to do with you. This thing isn’t bound by physical logic.”

Yu Xian didn’t blame her.

“Go pack. We leave in five minutes.”

Wang Fei, sitting on another sofa, straightened up.

Her right shoulder had nearly been dislocated from the earlier shockwave, but under Yu Xian’s strange energy, not even a bruise remained.

She stood up, eyes no longer showing fear, but a fierce determination.

“I’m going too.”

She looked at Yu Xian.

“You have to. Your name is on that old man’s list too.”

Yu Xian waved casually.

“Da Fu, go to the garage.”

“Drive the long-range SUV out. Don’t take the pickup—it leaks in the back.”

Wang Da Fu had just run out of the kitchen.

He had been hiding behind the fridge earlier, still clutching a half-dead koi fish.

Now that danger seemed gone, he quickly threw the fish into the tank and rushed to the garage.

Five minutes later.

A pitch-black heavy transport aircraft landed directly on the helipad of the Jinshui Bay villa area.

It was urgently dispatched by Chu Feng, without even waiting for tower approval.

Yu Xian held a metal rod he had casually picked up earlier, and carried Su Xi in his arms.

Su Xi clung to his shoulder, grabbing his collar weakly.

“Uncle Yu… the voice in my head is getting quieter, but it keeps saying… something about ‘enfeoffment’…”

A flash of killing intent crossed Yu Xian’s eyes.

“Good girl. That’s just a broken radio signal. Uncle will dismantle it later.”

The transport aircraft rose into the sky, heading straight for Beijing.

That night, not only Jiangcheng, but the entire nation was on edge.

Beijing Military Command Center.

The hall had been completely cleared.

All advanced computing equipment had been removed.

At the center, the fragment of the “Sealing God List” floated in midair.

The cloth had fully unfolded—about three meters long.

Its surface was deep black, with fine golden threads flowing like veins.

Every minute, the threads wove a name into existence.

The first name, “Yu Xian,” was enormous—occupying nearly a third of the top position.

The second was “Su Xi.”

The third name was slowly forming.

The golden threads trembled violently, as if hesitating, struggling.

Old Li stood at the edge of the hall, leaning on a cane.

Around him were armed guards and dozens of white-haired experts holding magnifying glasses and ancient texts.

“It’s appearing!” one expert shouted.

“The third name is appearing!”

Old Li narrowed his eyes.

Beneath the first two names, three characters slowly stabilized:

Wang Fei.

“This… this is listing everyone in Mr. Yu’s family?”

Chu Feng had just entered the hall. Seeing this, cold sweat soaked his back.

Old Li said nothing, but his knuckles turned white from gripping his cane.

“Urgent report!”

A communications officer rushed in with a translated international cable.

“Presidents of seventeen countries—including White Eagle Nation, Britannia, and Gaul Nation—have already dispatched presidential aircraft to the edge of our airspace, awaiting landing permission!”

“Reason?”

Old Li asked coldly.

“They… they say they have discovered similar objects in their sacred sites or museums.”

“Although not as complete as this scroll, names are also beginning to appear.”

The officer swallowed.

“They are requesting verification… and also want to meet Mr. Yu.”

Old Li sneered.

“Verification is fake. Seeking refuge is real. These old foxes move fast.”

At that moment, the heavy electronic blast door opened.

Yu Xian walked in holding Su Xi.

Su Wanyi and Wang Fei followed behind.

He was wearing a gray undershirt, one pink plastic slipper, the other foot barefoot.

Su Xi had grabbed his collar, wrinkling it.

The image didn’t fit the solemn command center at all.

But the moment he entered—

The golden threads in the hall froze.

The floating scroll shuddered violently, as if it had encountered its natural enemy.

It even dropped half a meter lower, its golden glow dimming.

Then, at the very bottom of the scroll—where there had originally been nothing—

A strange purple light suddenly erupted.

Two extremely tiny characters formed, so small they required a magnifying glass to see:

Li Yao.

Yu Xian’s hand stopped.

The name was hidden so deep that it was almost invisible.

At that moment, Su Xi suddenly broke free from Su Wanyi’s arms.

She ran to Yu Xian’s side and pointed at a corner of the scroll.

That corner was empty—except for a faint blood-colored mark.

“Uncle Yu,” she said, face pale.

“There’s someone… crying inside.”

Yu Xian frowned.

“Who is crying?”

“I don’t know her.”

Su Xi clung to his arm, trembling.

“She’s wearing red… sitting inside a block of ice.”

“She said… she has waited for you for three thousand years.”