Ink Blade Chapter 75 (Part 2)
Translated by Sylver (ko-fi)
Extra 8.2 If (Part 4.2)
Then came Mo Ren’s voice. He woke up this time, and his consciousness seemed to be clearer, and he said indifferently, “Hand?…It’s been useless for a long time, and it’s fitting if it rots.”
What?
Chu Yan’s nerves jumped sharply, he stood still behind the screen and held his breath, almost thinking he had misheard something.
He also heard Qiu Jin say, “Elder Brother Mo, don’t be like this, I beg you, can you just apologize to the Master?”
“You see tonight, the Master personally took care of you…The Master still remembers the old feelings, as long as you…”
Mo Ren had no reaction.
On the other side, Qiu Jin seemed to be anxious, she had few opportunities to speak so bluntly with Mo Ren. “Elder Brother Mo, you speak, are you willing to be tortured to death by villains in the Side Hall?”
“Even if you still want to…” She dared not say some words casually, so she skipped over them and lowered her voice, “…you have to keep the green hills, right?” (TL: It is a metaphor that as long as there is life, there will be a future and hope)
Mo Ren said lightly. “What green hills? My Dantian is already wasted, my meridians are broken, where are there any green hills? Qiu Jin, don’t bother me.”
In an instant, Chu Yan’s ears buzzed. A chill rushed from his spine to the crown of his head, making his whole body tremble!
The meridians are broken!? What does this mean!
He couldn’t believe it, staring dead at Mo Ren’s pale fingers hanging by the bed. The right hand half-hidden in the quilt, the posture of the wrist hanging down was limp and powerless, indeed slightly different from ordinary people.
——Bang!
Inside the Zhongqian Hall, the three of them woke up and looked back.
They saw the screen falling to the ground, the palace master’s face was tense, and he staggered in. Chu Yan’s Adam’s apple rolled, his eyes stared straight at Mo Ren, and he asked hoarsely. “What’s wrong with your right hand?”
“…?” Mo Ren didn’t react.
“This Master is asking you, what’s wrong with your right hand?”
Mo Ren was stunned and said, “This sinful slave…is dull, I don’t know what the Palace Master means…”
“You don’t know!?” Chu Yan’s eyes were filled with anger, and he grabbed his right wrist with his hand.
Qiu Jin’s face turned pale, and she shouted. “Master, don’t!”
But it was too late. In an instant, Mo Ren’s pupils contracted sharply, his thin body bounced as if being whipped, and he screamed from his throat, “…Ah!!”
“——Ah Ren!!” Chu Yan was so scared that he suddenly let go and backed away.
He saw the person on the bed trembling non-stop, looking like he was in unbearable pain. Mo Ren was panting with his mouth open, and his pale forehead was instantly covered with cold sweat.
Chu Yan stared at him like a ghost, his field of vision twisted bit by bit, his dull brain throbbed with pain, as if it was about to burst out plasma.
“You…you…your right hand…”
He finally reacted to what the scene in front of him meant.
Mo Ren was still trembling, just now Chu Yan grabbed him and almost made him faint from the pain, at this moment his consciousness was not clear, he couldn’t speak, his pupils were dilated and kept trembling.
“You…when…” Chu Yan’s vision went black, and he felt dizzy.
Mo Ren’s right hand. That was the hand that once drew the sword for him, poured wine for him, and gently smoothed every wrinkle on his robe. But what he just touched was clearly…
“…Who.” Suddenly, a low voice came out of Chu Yan’s mouth.
He raised his face, his eyes were full of bloodshot, and he roared like a madman. “Who ruined the meridians of your right hand!! Who did it, who!!!”
Qiu Jin and Lin Yun were both stunned by his roar. The candlelight cast a huge shadow on the wall, like a ghost.
“Who—Mo Ren is this Master’s person, who dares to cross the Zhongqian Hall to move this Master’s guard!!”
Chu Yan went mad and flicked his sleeve, and the porcelain vases and jade articles in the hall clattered. He saw the Xuan Hong sword on the wall, and with red eyes, he rushed over to draw the sword, “This Master will kill him, kill him!!!”
“Master!”
“Master, calm down!”
The Jiuzhong Palace Master seemed to be possessed, his hair disheveled, howling like a ghost, scaring Qiu Jin and Lin Yun to their knees, making them both frightened and bewildered.
On the bed, Mo Ren gasped weakly a few times, his body suddenly softened, and he closed his eyes and didn’t move.
“Ah Ren…Ah Ren!!”
Chu Yan was so scared that his soul flew out. He dropped the sword and staggered over, his trembling fingers pressed on his neck to feel his pulse, and he said in a mess. “Don’t, Ah Ren, don’t…”
Mo Ren’s consciousness was blurred, and he murmured, “Master…Master…call me… what…”
Chu Yan’s mind was buzzing, he incoherently hugged the former guard into his arms, “It’s okay, it’s okay, it doesn’t hurt…this Master won’t move you anymore, it doesn’t hurt…”
His throat rolled, Chu Yan hoarsely repeated. “Who did it, you tell this Master who did it, this Master will never let him go. This Master wants…want to torture that person with Lingchi, be torn limb from limb…”
Mo Ren heard the words in Chu Yan’s mouth clearly, he opened his eyes with difficulty, but his expression was confused.
Chu Yan thought that Mo Ren didn’t have the strength to speak, and suddenly turned his head, “——Qiu Jin!”
“You knew, didn’t you? You must have known…Tell this Master, who did it!? Why didn’t you report it to this Master sooner!!”
Qiu Jin: “Master…”
On the side, Lin Yun took a deep breath and tentatively said, “Palace Master, have you forgotten? Mo Ren…Guard Mo…his meridians in his limbs have long been broken, not just in his right hand.”
The fiery emotion seemed to be doused with cold water.
Even though the hall was as warm as spring, Chu Yan shivered.
He thought to himself, impossible.
Impossible.
Chu Yan slowly reached out his hand, touching Mo Ren’s left wrist. This time the movement was very careful, just lightly pressing on the wrist, sending internal energy to probe.
Impossible…
Chu Yan’s lips trembled more and more, he hunched his back, and stubbornly touched Mo Ren’s feet again.
Mo Ren wanted to hide in panic, “Master, Master?”
The severe headache seemed to pierce his brain, Chu Yan’s vision went dark, his internal organs were in chaos, and his eardrums were buzzing.
What he touched under his fingers were broken meridians, clearly twisted and broken by someone using internal force.
What Lin Yun said…was true. Mo Ren’s meridians in his limbs had been destroyed!
Chu Yan was panting heavily, his mouth seemed to be filled with the taste of blood. He had been confused for many years, but the concept of broken meridians was not lost.
That was comparable to crippling a prisoner’s limbs, and the more concise term in the Jianghu was “crippled”. If an ordinary person suffered such torture, they would be in pain even if they wanted to pick up a book in the future, and they couldn’t even walk. They were almost like a paralytic, bedridden for life.
But Mo Ren was still doing lowly heavy work in the Side Hall, what kind of inhuman torture was that!
The sword refined in the Dark Hall, that iron-like willpower and endurance, was actually used in such a way.
Chu Yan felt a heart-wrenching pain, because he remembered just now… in the Side Hall, he saw those servants…stepping on Mo Ren’s hands and feet, beating him with sticks.
At that time, was Mo Ren in so much pain that he fainted?
He knew that Ah Ren was very good at enduring torture, what kind of degree was the pain that even the dark guards couldn’t bear?
And he was just watching on the side. He watched for a long time.
Chu Yan couldn’t help it anymore, that boiling blood rushed to his throat. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of dirty blood, splattering on the head of the bed.
A drop splashed on the corner of Mo Ren’s wide-open eyes.
