FRGNM -Chapter 185 Who Is That Man?

Placing her hand on Luo Mingyu’s head, Baili Yan burst out laughing.

However, none of those present could laugh. A being who stood at the very pinnacle of the continent was being called a “little brat” by this woman?

“Your Majesty, she is now…” Tinghai hesitated, frowning slightly. Ling Ruoxi was already at the very limit of her strength. There were only twenty-four hours—only two days left. How could she possibly be saved?

Baili Yan raised a finger to her lips and smiled lightly. “Shh. Don’t disturb them.”

“Island Master, everything is ready,” a maid said softly from outside, quickly entering with a series of items.

Baili Yan nodded and swiftly arranged them.

After the time it takes an incense stick to burn, everyone standing up couldn’t help but gasp. They saw Baili Yan tie Luo Mingyu’s and Ling Ruoxi’s hands together, wrapping them with red silk thread.

The two lay side by side on a soft couch. Beneath it was a long-burning lamp, and candles were lit all around, forming a circle that surrounded them.

The woman standing at the front held her ground. She spread her hands, battle energy flowing out. With her left hand, she casually plucked a strand of hair from both Ling Ruoxi and Luo Mingyu. Her right hand stood upright before her, forming seals with one hand.

A ball of flame ignited in her left palm, burning the hair into ashes. She calmly dropped the ashes into the long-burning lamp. Then she looked around at everyone and pointed toward the doorway. “That man—who is he?”

“Who?” Everyone turned to look toward the door.

Qingyi frowned and said through clenched teeth, “It’s the King of Dongdu—Li Yi.”

The man whose chest had been pierced through by the Thunderbolt Spear had died only to block Ling Ruoxi’s attack. Even now, they still didn’t understand why someone who had once helped them would later protect Baili Wushuang instead. Perhaps, just as he had said, they were friends—and enemies.

The King of Dongdu? Baili Yan raised an eyebrow slightly and walked to the doorway, looking at the body being carried in. The wound in his chest was torn open, clearly pierced by the Thunderbolt Spear. Even with all her abilities, there was absolutely no way she could bring him back to life.

Shaking her head helplessly, Baili Yan sighed and picked up the Thunderbolt Spear nearby. “I’m sorry. I’m skilled in formations, battle energy, alchemy, and beast control—but what I’m worst at is medical arts.”

This woman, hailed as standing at the very top, had long been cultivated as the island’s future master. Among countless skills, the only one she lacked was medicine.

She had once said that medical arts were useless. If a person were so powerful that no one could hurt them, why would they need medicine?

It wasn’t until she herself was injured and met that man that she realized just how wrong her thinking had been.

It seemed she had wandered off in her thoughts. Smiling faintly, Baili Yan tilted her head and said softly, “Alright. Those who knew him, take his body out and cremate it. Leave it here for three days and it’ll start to stink.”

“At least… at least wait until Ruoxi wakes up before deciding,” Qingyi said heavily, his hands clenched tight. At the very least, let Ruoxi see the King of Dongdu one last time.

Accidentally killing a friend with your own hands—that pain was unbearable, wasn’t it?

“Is that so? Fine.” A glint flashed in Baili Yan’s eyes as she smiled calmly and turned to leave. There were still very important matters she needed to attend to.

“You all, since you are their close friends, stay behind and take care of them. Remember—the long-burning lamp beneath the couch must not go out. No more than ten candles around them may extinguish. Do everything you can to keep the flames alive. I’ll return in two days. Watch them well—their lives are bound together.”

A breeze rose. That proud figure stepped out. Passing the doorway, she glanced at Xiao Wu and the Silver Wolf standing there and smiled lightly. Taking another step forward, her entire figure vanished.

“So strong… is this really Ling Ruoxi’s mother?” The Silver Wolf’s jaw nearly dropped. Even after pinching his own face, he still couldn’t believe it. Why would someone so powerful leave her child in such a small country?

Shaking his head, Xiao Wu didn’t understand either. He quickly entered the room and looked at the two lying on the couch. “Silver Wolf, can you sense Mother’s aura now?”

“I can’t…”

Darkness—endless darkness swallowed everything.

Gradually, starlight filled the sky, floating overhead. Light burst forth before her eyes. A woman was walking forward, dressed in a sharp military-green camouflage uniform, a black belt at her waist, and a pistol strapped to her thigh.

This appearance, however, felt oddly out of place. Passersby turned to look at her, frowning slightly as they whispered among themselves.

Why am I here?

Deep in her mind, it felt as if some memories had been completely cut away. She wandered aimlessly, seeing familiar karaoke bars, familiar restaurants—wasn’t this the place where she had lived for so long?

Then why…

Grabbing her hair with one hand, trying to remember, she couldn’t recall anything at all.

It was as if she had lost her memory.

Amnesia? Had she lost her memory?

How could she possibly have amnesia?

Ding— The phone in her bag rang. Ling Ruoxi took it out and asked coldly, “Who is it?”

“Oh my, don’t be so cold, my little one,” a familiar voice came from the phone.

Ling Ruoxi smiled faintly. “Wang Jie, what the hell are you up to again? Why are you calling?”

“My dear miss, tell me—where the hell did you go? We agreed on a meeting at noon, and now it’s already nine at night! Damn it, you really have guts—your phone’s been off all day and you’ve vanished. Don’t tell me you got lonely and went off to fool around with some guy?”

“Go to hell! Believe it or not, I’ll tear your filthy mouth apart. I don’t know what happened either—I just can’t remember anything. Where are you now? I’ll come over.” Rubbing her temples, she felt truly exhausted.

Laughter came from the phone, accompanied by his lewd tone. “I heard there’s a new XH drug on the market. If you inhale it, you hallucinate—and it targets single girls. Did you smell it and get dragged off to some backwoods ravine?”

“Damn you! Say one more word and I’ll chop your hand off!” Ling Ruoxi glared, nearly throwing her phone away. Taking out her keys, she pressed them toward her off-road BMW, opened the door coldly, and fastened her seatbelt.

Turning the steering wheel, she floored the accelerator and shot down the street.

The red light came on, forcing her to stop. She propped her cheek on one hand, indifferently watching the passing crowd.

Frowning slightly, her gaze fixed ahead—and her heart suddenly jolted violently.

A man in a cap walked past her car, his baseball cap pulled low, dressed in casual sportswear.

That familiar face made her whole body tremble. Something in her mind was triggered, and in an instant, countless images flooded in.

She—she was…

She was Ling Ruoxi, the third miss of the Ling family on the Dragonwalker Continent, the so-called useless young lady. She had met that man…

“Luo Mingyu!” She flung open the car door and stood in the middle of the road, looking around wildly, yet she couldn’t find that familiar figure anywhere.

No—that wasn’t right. They were still on Qiongyu Immortal Island. She remembered Luo Mingyu blocking Baili Wushuang’s sword for her. That man—that man!

“Luo Mingyu, where are you? Come out—come out!” She stomped hard on the car window, standing atop the car and scanning her surroundings, her eyes searching desperately through the crowd.

She spread her right hand, purple battle energy appearing in her palm.

Her battle energy was still here. Was this an illusion?

The onlookers showed little surprise and continued walking. Only then did Ling Ruoxi realize how strange these people were—their movements stiff, as if frozen mid-step, bodies leaning forward slightly, arms hanging rigidly at their sides as they walked.

“Luo Mingyu!”

A familiar voice echoed in her ears. Whose voice was it?

A trace of longing flashed through her black eyes. Standing tall in the street, she stared ahead in confusion, her unfocused eyes gradually becoming clear.

“Luo Mingyu!” she shouted suddenly. Seeing a figure stop ahead, her blood ignited as she sprinted forward.

Bang! She slammed into a red-clad figure. Ling Ruoxi staggered, then looked up quickly.

That familiar smile appeared on his lips—still the same handsome face.

Only… he seemed to have forgotten something. He simply smiled faintly and continued walking forward with the crowd.

That was—

The King of Dongdu, Li Yi!

The man she had personally killed. That man…

“King of Dongdu!” She grabbed his wrist, unwilling to let go. If only she had listened to him back then and spared Baili Wushuang, she wouldn’t have killed him.

Looking into his eyes, her guilt deepened. He had helped her so much, caring for her like an older brother.

Yet in the end, her hands were covered in his blood.

“I’m sorry…” Her chest felt blocked, unable to breathe. Slowly lifting her head to look at that dazzling smile, her heart felt as if it were being brutally carved apart.

The gentle smile remained. The large hand reached out and rested on her head.

In the next instant, the fiery red figure turned into dust and vanished from the street.

Buildings ahead rapidly disappeared, as did the people walking there. Like the aftermath of a nuclear explosion, a surging force rolled outward in all directions.

The thunderous roar threatened to shatter eardrums. In that moment, the rushing figure stretched out her arms desperately, lunging toward the familiar silhouette.

“Luo Mingyu!” This time, she would never let go of his hand—never.

Those black eyes stared blankly ahead, unfocused, as a massive wave surged behind him, about to swallow his figure whole.