RYEY -Chapter 500 Disfigurement

Cheng Qiao saw Hantong pushing the coffin and quickly got out to help load it into the truck’s cargo area.

“Sister Hantong, you sit up front. I’ll guard the back.”

Hantong nodded. During the short walk with the iron coffin, her whole body shivered. Despite her powers and the antidote, the chill was intense.

“You okay?”

Cheng Qiao also felt a chill, but her little red-haired creature inside the space leapt excitedly, suppressing the cold.

“I’m fine. Go ahead. Your lips are turning purple.”

Hantong nodded and walked to the driver’s seat. Cheng Qiao sat beside the iron coffin. When the truck started, it entered the space, and the little red-haired creature immediately pounced. Cheng Qiao quickly unclipped the coffin latch, pushing it forward to reveal a small gap of a few millimeters.

A wave of freezing cold, sharp enough to freeze a thousand miles, shot out from the tiny few millimeters of space. Both the little wolf cub and the eagle chick sensed the danger and quickly hid behind the Qilin Resurrection Tree.

Cheng Qiao’s heart trembled too—she felt herself on the verge of being frozen solid—but in an instant, that chilling cold was absorbed by Little Redhead.

The color of Little Redhead’s body shifted from bright red to purple-red, then to deep purple, and finally to ink black—all within just a few dozen heartbeats.

“Enough.”

Little Redhead suddenly transmitted a signal, and Cheng Qiao immediately snapped back to clarity. She forcefully shut the iron lid of the coffin and fastened the latch.

Little Redhead shook its head a few times, then swiftly swam off in one direction, disappearing in an instant into the misty, impenetrable area of the space.

Only then did Cheng Qiao notice that the black soil in the space had frozen into iron-hard ground. The spiritual plants growing there were nearly lifeless, even the Qilin Resurrection Tree was damaged. She hurriedly summoned the eagle chick and little wolf cub to check if they had been hurt.

The eagle chick was fine, but the little wolf cub had a layer of white frost around its mouth. Cheng Qiao smiled—being alive was better than anything. She quickly took out a hose, put it into the well, and drew water from the space.

She first watered the Qilin Resurrection Tree, then the little wolf cub and eagle chick, and finally the black soil. The iron-hard soil softened upon contact with water, absorbing the essence of the space water.

What Cheng Qiao didn’t know was that these plants already carried cold poison, which would bring her even more surprises.

She carried the iron coffin back to the truck’s rear compartment. By this time, the truck had almost reached the suburban courtyard. The driver, probably feeling the cold, had pushed the truck to its limits.

Cheng Qiao didn’t let Hantong or the driver help; she carried the coffin herself into the basement and only came out after locking all the doors.

The driver looked at her with admiration, thinking that this female colleague must be from their special department—otherwise, she wouldn’t have gotten the corpse. Since it wasn’t public, he was happy to play dumb.

“Here, your reward.”

Inside a porcelain bottle were three health pills, the reward Hantong had promised this unfortunate colleague. The driver took them immediately, his eyes filled with gratitude.

“Do you mind taking off your mask so I can see your damaged face?”

Cheng Qiao asked suddenly.

Hantong was stunned. He had originally been very handsome—not as extraordinary as Li Huan, but far better looking than ordinary men.

After being disfigured, his spirit had dimmed completely, and revealing his face was the last thing he wanted.

Yet, his colleague nodded without hesitation and ripped off the mask, revealing a pockmarked face crisscrossed with scars.

Cheng Qiao reached out her delicate fingers and gently touched the scarred skin, frowning slightly. Who could be so cruel—acid and knife both used?

“I need a small piece of your skin. Bear with it.”

The driver nodded. Cheng Qiao took out a surgical knife, quickly cut a patch of skin from his face, sprinkled some hemostatic powder on it, and absorbed part of the blood. The rest solidified instantly.

“Your medicine is amazing.”

Hope glimmered in the driver’s eyes. Though he had isolated himself, he had heard of Cheng Qiao’s reputation. If she were willing to help, perhaps his face could be restored.

“I’ll try to develop a Beauty Pill. If successful, your face might recover, but I can’t guarantee it.”

“I understand, but I still want to thank you.”

The driver handed Cheng Qiao a piece of paper with some words written on it. She looked—it had his name, blood type, and contact information.

“Cheng Yang—we share the same surname. What a coincidence.”

Cheng Yang nodded, indeed a coincidence, hoping that by sharing a surname, Cheng Qiao might speed up the development of the Beauty Pill.

After checking the basement doors again to ensure the poison wouldn’t leak, Cheng Qiao finally got into the car. Cheng Yang escorted them to the courtyard and quickly left.

“How was his face destroyed?”

“You probably won’t believe it—it was done by his wife.”

“What? His wife?”

“Yes. His wife, for some unknown reason, slipped a large dose of sleeping pills into his medicine while he was injured, then used acid to disfigure his face and cut him with a dagger.”

“So cruel… was she a spy?”

“No. Out of jealousy. Like you, Cheng Yang is a hidden superhuman. His ability is his eyes, which can make people obsessed. Perhaps his wife saw him on a ‘romantic assignment.’”

“You’re clever. Above suspected a woman to be a secret agent for personal indulgence. She was beautiful but cautious, yet had a weakness—she liked to toy with handsome men.”

“No wonder you said superhumans shouldn’t marry. If Li Huan did such a thing, I’d be upset too. What happened to his wife?”

“Permanently imprisoned. She was supposed to be executed secretly, but Cheng Yang pleaded. Though he was loyal to the country, he owed his wife, so she was spared.”

“Was the mission a failure?”

“Of course. The two were doing well, then the woman interfered. Never underestimate these agents; their networks are wide.”

“Death a hundred times wouldn’t be enough—ruining the nation’s plan for personal desire is just foolish.”

Hantong remained silent. Women can easily lose their way for a man, especially a talented and handsome one.

“When do we leave?”

“Tomorrow. Li Huan bought the train tickets today… I really hate to leave the two kids.”

Hantong lowered her head; she missed the children she had adopted.