237. He's Mine!
"He'll be punished by law! Please believe us!"
One of the police inspectors fired a shot into the air as a warning to Fu Hua.
Meanwhile, the criminals in the cages nearby were released.
"Lord Moriarty said he could reduce our sentences after this incident. I wonder if it's true."
"Lord Moriarty has a lot of power behind him, don't worry."
"Phew, that scared me to death, thank goodness Sherlock is dead, otherwise we would be in big trouble."
"So many lives versus one life, and she hesitated for so long."
A few whispered words reached Fu Hua's ears.
Her anger was completely ignited.
She never expected that those criminals were also Moriarty's accomplices!
And all of this was still part of Moriarty's scheme.
Looking at the still smiling Moriarty, Fu Hua clenched her fists and punched him hard in the face.
His Soulium body shattered, revealing the flesh beneath.
To brand her a murderer, Moriarty had deliberately modified his body.
"Stop, Watson!" Inspector Lestrade stepped forward to grab Fu Hua's hand, but was immediately terrified by her terrifying gaze.
He couldn't believe what kind of eyes those were; it was as if they would unleash flames and incinerate him at any moment.
Inspector Lestrade swallowed hard, staggering back several steps before collapsing to the ground.
Only when Moriarty's head was completely shattered, his body mangled beyond recognition, did the gruesome scene unfold before everyone's eyes.
"Ugh…"
Those with weaker constitutions couldn't help but vomit.
Fu Hua then looked at Moriarty's accomplices.
They spoke about what had happened so indifferently, as if what had just happened were none of their business.
"Please, Watson, please don't…" Inspector Lestrade pleaded with her.
Fu Hua withdrew her gaze and, under everyone's incredulous stares, leaped down the waterfall.
"Watson!" Inspector Lestrade rushed forward to grab her, but it was too late.
Fu Hua vanished from his sight.
The inspector deployed a large number of officers downstream to search for Holmes and Watson's bodies, but to no avail.
No one believed they could have survived, and everything about them had vanished from London.
Only the empty apartment at 221B Baker Street and the newspaper reports of their deaths remained.
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Fu Hua had searched the entire rift valley more than ten times, even underwater, but still couldn't find him.
Perhaps he had been swept away by the swift current, or perhaps he had been blown to pieces by the bombs below.
But all these results pointed to one thing without exception:
Once again...she had lost him...
She lay dejectedly at the foot of the mountain, ultimately unable to grasp his hand.
Moriarty was dead, but he had won...
...
"Ha...ha...huff..."
He gasped for breath, as if he had survived a near-death experience, looking around at everything.
This seemed to be a slum?
No, the most crucial thing was that he hadn't died?
He tried hard to recall what had happened not long ago, but after Moriarty detonated the explosives at the foot of the mountain, he had been knocked unconscious by the blast wave and couldn't remember anything at all.
His body ached all over, feeling like it was falling apart, but otherwise, he seemed to be alright.
He needed to figure out where he was first. And who had saved him.
"You're awake?" a slightly childish voice rang out, and surprisingly, it was speaking in Shenzhou language.
Fortunately, after a long period of study, his Shenzhou language, while not fluent, was certainly sufficient for normal communication.
Turning his head, he saw a little girl with white hair.
"You…"
"Your body is still very weak. I suggest you continue to lie down," she said calmly.
He followed her advice; after all, even the slightest movement was excruciatingly painful.
"Are you from Shenzhou?" he asked.
"Yes, I was passing through this place while searching for someone and happened to rescue you." She nodded.
"My name is Yun Ling. What's your name?" He introduced himself with his Shenzhou name.
Since he was speaking with someone from Shenzhou, he naturally had to use a Shenzhou name.
"…Kongming." Her voice trembled slightly, but she still managed to suppress her excitement and answer Yun Ling's question.
"?" Yun Ling noticed Kongming's unusual reaction; it was so similar to Watson's reaction when she heard his Shenzhou name.
Could it be that the word 'Yun Ling' really wasn't a good one in Shenzhou? Yun Ling was puzzled.
"You're not from Shenzhou, so why did you choose this name?" Kongming asked curiously.
"I have a partner named Watson... uh, I should say Fu Hua. She's also from Shenzhou, so I gave myself a Shenzhou name too."
"Speaking of which, does the name Yun Ling really not have any special connotation? Because both you and she seemed... a little abnormal when they heard this name."
Yun Ling blinked.
"No," Kongming's answer was only a simple word.
She lowered her head and silently repeated Fu Hua's name, her mind wandering.
Hearing this, Yun Ling didn't press further.
Lying on the bed, exhaustion washed over him like a tide, and he quickly fell into a coma again.
"Yun Ling... Father... is he really your reincarnation?"
Kongming's fingers trembled as she touched the face, initially thinking it was just a coincidence, a mere resemblance.
Unexpectedly, he uttered the name she had longed for day and night.
After settling things under control in the Ming Empire, she left the capital, searching for Yun Ling's whereabouts.
She traversed countless mountains and rivers, witnessing countless sights, but still could not find him.
So she left the Central Plains, traveling to other places to continue her search.
Until a few days ago, she observed the night sky and sensed something unusual, which led her to this place, where she happened to rescue Yun Ling.
Upon seeing Yun Ling's face, she kept telling herself to stay calm; perhaps it was just a resemblance.
But when he uttered that name, everything seemed to overlap with hundreds of years ago.
She had finally found him...
Kongming grasped Yun Ling's hand, her thoughts drifting back to that time.
Although she was busy every day, she had Yun Ling and Rita by her side; those were her happiest times.
She had almost forgotten why she was searching for Yun Ling. When her obsession became reality, the sense of unreality nearly overwhelmed her.
Father... is mine.
Kongming's eyes lowered slightly. She knew Fu Hua, Cheng Lingdhuang, and Li Sushang were all searching for Yun Ling.
A selfish emotion began to surge within her; she wanted to possess Yun Ling all by herself.
"Hmm..."
A soft groan suddenly rang out, instantly snapping Kongming out of her reverie.
"Who?!"
How could someone be here? Did Fu Hua find her?
A girl of similar size to her staggered into the room, then collapsed heavily to the ground.
"Blood..."
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