Chapter 665
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Chapter 665: Why not give it a try?
Amidst the billowing thick smoke, flickering flames surged forth, and beside them, Shen Qingzhu’s pupils suddenly constricted at the sight!
The red-robed Oracle’s body would self-destruct upon death, something neither he nor Lin Qiye had anticipated. Moreover, the explosion occurred so abruptly that there was no warning whatsoever. Even if Shen Qingzhu wanted to save Lin Qiye, it was already too late.
He was about to raise his hand when, in the next moment, he froze in place.
In the midst of the flames, a massive black blade, as solid as a heavy wall, stood before the rigid Lin Qiye, perfectly blocking all the explosive shockwaves and flames.
【Black Rope】?
The roaring flames danced before the blade, and the explosion had created a massive crater in the ground, yet the spot where Lin Qiye stood remained untouched. Aside from a few singed strands of hair, he was practically unscathed.
Lin Qiye stood there, staring blankly at the black blade that had suddenly appeared before him. As if recalling something, he looked up towards the end of the road.
There, a middle-aged man in a sequined suit, with a wilting red rose tucked into his waist, was slowly walking towards them, two long knives hanging at his side.
Uncle Jingjie.
“The bodies of the Oracles have been modified. When they lose their vital signs, they will automatically self-destruct, causing widespread indiscriminate destruction. You need to be more careful in the future, Qianyu,” Uncle Jingjie said with a smile as he emerged from the smoke.
As his words fell, the projection of the 【Black Rope】 that had shielded Lin Qiye gradually faded away, and Uncle Jingjie removed his hand from the hilt, tucking it back into his pants pocket.
“I see…”
Lin Qiye glanced at the two long knives at Uncle Jingjie’s waist, paused for a moment, and quickly pieced together the events leading up to this moment. His gaze towards him became incredibly complex. “You are Yuzuriha Kurotetsu?”
“That’s a name from long ago,” Uncle Jingjie shrugged. “Actually, I prefer you to call me Jingjie.”
“What about Xiao Jin?”
“Him? He’s here.” Uncle Jingjie stroked the hilt of 【Misty Eye】. “How about I let him come out to greet you?”
Lin Qiye stared at the golden long knife for a moment before shifting his gaze back to Uncle Jingjie. Based on the information he had, he quickly arrived at the same conclusion as Ayumi Haruhana…
“Feigning death, forging letters, luring you into a trap, using a knife to kill… what a grand scheme.” Lin Qiye sighed.
Uncle Jingjie chuckled lightly.
“I never intended to involve you and Yuzuriha Na. Your appearance was an accident.” Uncle Jingjie’s expression towards Lin Qiye was somewhat strange. “The first time I saw you with Yuzuriha Na, I knew you weren’t her brother because she doesn’t have a brother…
At that time, I thought you were a villain from some faction trying to get close to my daughter. I originally planned to kill you on the first night, but after observing you for a while, I realized you seemed to have no ill intentions towards her, and she appeared to trust you quite a bit.
Later, I completely dismissed my doubts about you.”
“Why?”
“Because you are just too suited to be a gigolo.” Uncle Jingjie couldn’t help but exclaim, “Just like I was when I was young, the aura you possess is impossible to fake. Someone like you could never become a pawn of any faction; you will only follow your own heart and become the most solitary rose in the wind.”
Lin Qiye glanced at the wilting rose tucked in Uncle Jingjie’s pocket, his lips twitching slightly, unsure whether Uncle Jingjie was complimenting him or himself.
“The solitary rose is almost withered.”
“I know.” Uncle Jingjie smiled slightly. “Withering is its fate.”
“To be honest, during this time, I was indeed deceived by your acting skills.” Lin Qiye sighed. “You always gave me the impression of being an ordinary, carefree, smooth-talking gigolo. I never expected you to have such deep schemes, setting up such a grand trap without me realizing it.”
Uncle Jingjie’s expression became subtle.
“Actually…” he hesitated to speak, “this trap wasn’t set by me.”
“What?”
“Though I have a bit of cleverness, I’m not clever enough to this extent.” Uncle Jingjie chuckled helplessly. “This trap was set up by someone else from the very beginning. I was merely following his design, gradually refining the plan.”
“You have accomplices?”
“Should I say, a partner? It’s just a matter of mutual benefit.”
Lin Qiye looked at Uncle Jingjie, a hint of confusion flashing across his brow.
The mastermind behind this trap wasn’t Uncle Jingjie? Could it be that he still hadn’t seen the full picture of this scheme?
“Regardless, your goal has been achieved.” After pondering for a long time and finding no clues, Lin Qiye glanced at the 【Black Rope】 at Uncle Jingjie’s waist and said.
“Are you talking about this?” Uncle Jingjie detached the 【Black Rope】 from his waist, grinning. “This thing is indeed quite important… but it was originally supposed to be your trophy, yet I took it. I’ll return it to you once I’m done using it.”
“Even if you return it to me, I might not be able to use it.” Lin Qiye recalled Ayumi Haruhana’s description of the Hozuki blade and sighed.
Uncle Jingjie chuckled, “Don’t be so discouraged. Among hundreds of thousands of people, there’s still a chance that someone can become the master of the Hozuki blade… Come on, give it a try.”
Uncle Jingjie casually tossed the 【Black Rope】 to Lin Qiye, his smile growing even brighter, though it looked more like he was waiting to see a good show.
As the owner of “royal blood,” he could freely use any Hozuki blade, and watching others struggle to draw the blade when they couldn’t was one of his life’s pleasures, ranking second only to being the owner of a gigolo shop, just behind the joy of teasing the silver-robed Oracle.
Lin Qiye took the 【Black Rope】, held it in his hand, and examined it carefully for a moment before slowly placing his hand on the hilt…
The Hozuki blade…
Lin Qiye sighed.
Let’s leave it to fate.
Clang—!!
With a light sound, the 【Black Rope】 slid half an inch out of its sheath with Lin Qiye’s grip!
The gleaming blade was exposed to the air, emanating a chilling gleam. Lin Qiye could feel an indescribable connection forming between him and this blade.
Lin Qiye was taken aback.
He drew it out?
Uncle Jingjie’s smile froze on his face.
He was stunned for a long time before finally regaining his composure, suppressing his stiff smile and awkwardly coughing twice.
“Ahem, it seems this blade really recognizes you. Not bad; those qualified to become the master of the Hozuki blade are extremely rare…” After hesitating for a moment, seemingly unwilling, he also removed the 【Misty Eye】 from his waist and tossed it to Lin Qiye.
“Come on, give this one a try!”
