Chapter 259: The Raven’s Mouth, No Longer Effective

Such a pretty and delicate little girl in Crescent Village?

Yang Lei was astonished. This girl didn’t seem like a local.

“What do you mean ‘not mine’?” The Prince Yanling snorted.

Ah Bao looked at the Prince Yanling with a smile.

【Raven’s mouth! Bad luck follows! Still boasting about finding this princess, and you don’t even recognize me standing right in front of you!】

Feng Zhou, who could hear thoughts, was speechless.

So this was the Prince Yanling of the Fire Kingdom. In other words, he had a raven’s mouth.

Taoist Baiyun, hiding in the shadows, sighed sympathetically.

The little prince of the Fire Kingdom would have to fend for himself.

His mouth was a raven’s mouth, but the elder’s mouth was blessed. In front of her, he wasn’t even qualified to be her younger brother!

The Prince Yanling didn’t want to deal with a child who couldn’t even speak properly. He told Chen Sangou, “It’s getting dark and the road is slippery. You might fall into a pit when you go home.”

Chen Sangou waved his hand. “I’ll be careful. Goodbye, little brother.”

He didn’t take it seriously. After all, they were outsiders, and Crescent Village was known for its hospitality.

The Prince Yanling sneered and muttered, “Uncle Yang, he actually called me ‘little brother.’ He really has no manners.”

He was a prince!

What ‘little brother’? This kid wasn’t even worthy!

“Let’s stay here and watch the fun.”

Ah Bao stood to the side, her dark eyes tinted with a hint of frost. “Waiting for lightning to strike you.”

The Prince Yanling turned his head. “What did you say?”

Ah Bao snorted and didn’t bother to answer.

“Uncultured little girl!” The Prince Yanling looked down on common people, especially those from the Tiansheng Dynasty, considering them the lowest of the low.

Rumble—

A mighty thunderbolt descended!

The Prince Yanling jumped up, delighted. Haha, this lightning must create a pit to make Chen Sangou fall into!

“Yanling!” Yang Lei suddenly shouted and rushed towards the Prince Yanling.

Just then, a thunderbolt roared and struck the Prince Yanling.

Ah Bao placed her hands on her hips and laughed. “Great! It hit!”

The Prince Yanling was enveloped in black smoke, his hair scorched, and only his eyes remained white.

Being only seven years old, the Prince Yanling cried out loudly.

His mouth was scorched, unable to speak.

The raven’s mouth was ineffective.

Yang Lei panicked, watching the prince being struck by lightning without being able to help.

Chen Sangou quickly grabbed his brush and returned home.

Seeing Chen Sangou, the Prince Yanling was stunned.

Chen Sangou didn’t fall into the pit?

“Who is this? Oh dear, you’re so dark and careless. Did lightning strike you? If you’re not dead from lightning, you must be incredibly lucky! Oh, I can’t play with you. I have urgent matters.” Chen Sangou didn’t have time for the Prince Yanling.

It wasn’t until Chen Sangou ran off like nothing had happened that the Prince Yanling came to his senses and became furious.

His raven’s mouth had always worked.

Today, it was ineffective!

“Hmph!” The Prince Yanling, in pain and tears, threw himself into Yang Lei’s arms, and Yang Lei carried him away.

“Hee hee, mouse trap on the thigh.” A soft, childish voice came from behind Yang Lei.

Yang Lei was startled, feeling inexplicably scared.

On the way back, Yang Lei, carrying the Prince Yanling, fell into a roadside pit—

“Ahhh!” The Prince Yanling’s shrill screams echoed from the pit.

The sound spread through the night sky, sending shivers down people’s spines.

【Haha, the pit is full of mouse traps. The raven’s mouth has met its match. Serves you right for cursing others with bad intentions, hmph!】 Ah Bao was in high spirits.

Feng Zhou and Taoist Baiyun understood.

The mouse traps could kill a mouse. If they were on a person, the flesh would likely be torn apart.

The little Prince Yanling, tsk, really got what he deserved.

【But… since the Prince Yanling survived the lightning, it seems he has something extra compared to others. While others have seven souls, he seems to have eight!】

She needed to investigate thoroughly to determine which extra soul was protecting the Prince Yanling from death.

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“Your Highness, you need to endure,” Yang Lei said as he returned to the room and looked at the little prince sitting on the stool.

The Prince Yanling had six mouse traps stuck to his hands, feet, and thighs.

Each trap was clamped tightly onto his flesh, and the blood and meat had turned a dark purple, almost dead.

Yang Lei felt a pang of sympathy and deeply hated the mouse traps.

In front of him was the precious young prince of the Fire Kingdom, and he never imagined that he would suffer like this one day.

How would he take care of these hands?

How would he walk with these feet?

And those thighs…

Yang Lei shuddered at the thought of the thighs and recalled the little girl’s words.

【Mouse traps, on the thighs】

Yang Lei’s eyes widened in shock. Could it be that the girl’s words were somehow prophetic?

“Mmm mmm mmm.” The Prince Yanling was so struck by lightning that he couldn’t speak and was now somewhat delirious from the pain of the mouse traps.

Yang Lei quickly refocused and carefully removed the mouse traps from the Prince Yanling.

Despite this, the prince’s cries were so loud that only Yang Lei could hear them; no one else in the village seemed to notice, as if a barrier had been placed to block the sound.

The Prince Yanling was on the verge of tears.

Yang Lei was overwhelmed.

“Your Highness, shall we still send a message to the princess?”

Send a message?

How could he do that?

None of the villagers had been successfully cursed by him. Did he really want to send a report of his disgraceful state to Di Jiaoyang and make the entire Tiansheng Dynasty laugh at the Fire Kingdom?

At this moment, the Prince Yanling felt incredibly frustrated.

“Wuwuwu, home, I want to go home…”

He wanted to return home.

Yang Lei looked at the Prince Yanling, covered in filth, with bruised limbs and thighs, and fell into thought. “Your Highness, these external injuries need treatment. Otherwise, your limbs might become useless, and the flesh on your thighs might rot.”

Yang Lei was too afraid to move the prince, as even the slightest movement caused him pain.

Wuwuwu.

Had he been cursed?

“Your Highness, stay here and wait for me. I’ll go to Yue City to find a good doctor. We have hidden guards around, so you needn’t worry about anyone harming you.”

The Prince Yanling could only nod.

As soon as Yang Lei left, he encountered a young woman in white, wearing a white conical hat and a veil that only revealed her dark eyes.

Yang Lei: ???

Wait.

Was there someone so mysterious in Crescent Village? Like a martial arts expert?

The person in front looked like just a child!

“Are you Master Yang?”

The title “Master” from Di Hongluan greatly flattered Yang Lei. As someone who studied under Taoist Tianlin, it was reasonable to be called “Master.”

“Miss is…”

“Like Master Yang, a fellow practitioner.”

Yang Lei felt a sudden familiarity with Di Hongluan’s profound tone. “So you’re a fellow practitioner. Please, come in.”