C12

Nangong Jue sat in the private room of the underground auction. Through his mask, he looked at the items on the auction's list and frowned.

Although there was something he needed here, the auction was still going on. The slave was completely naked, and the children were written on the auction list. He had no good impression of this underground auction.

However, this auction house had really done a good job in terms of secrecy. The people who had come in were all wearing a long black cloak and a bronze mask. This way, other than the people around you, no one else would know your identity.

However, they didn't know who had done it in the capital without anyone knowing.

However, the items for this auction were indeed complete. Furthermore, there were all sorts of strange and bizarre things that could be found here.

As for Mo Yunfei, he actually had an invitation letter from the auction house, and it was even a VIP invitation letter. He lent it to him without any hesitation and didn't even ask any questions. He didn't even know what was going on.

"Your Highness!" When Thunder heard the sound below, he quickly reminded his master.

"Yes." Nangong Jue recovered from his thoughts and stared at the auction stage below. His expression was still the same as before.

"Next, the item that we will be auctioning is a pill refined from the poison of the doctor, named Puppet Pill."

The host paused for a moment before continuing.

"This pill is able to confuse the will of others. The person who consumes this pill will completely listen to your orders within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. He will do whatever you want him to do."

The host's gentle voice came over, causing everyone's spirits to rise. Although the pill's time was a bit short, the effects of just this made him want to do whatever he wanted, causing many people to rush over like a flock of ducks.

As long as the pill was used properly, it could bring a lot of benefits, or it could achieve some unspeakable goals.

The host looked at the whispers, whispers, and the fanaticism in their eyes as they looked at the bottle that was protecting the pill. He could tell that this atmosphere had almost been stirred up.

"Alright, let the auction begin. The starting price is one hundred taels of gold."

"Clang …"

As the gavel fell, the auctioneer said, "Alright, the auction begins now."

"One hundred and fifty taels!"

"One hundred and seventy taels!"

"275 taels!"

"Three hundred taels!"

"..."

In an instant, everyone raised the tags in their hands to bid, and the scene unexpectedly showed signs of spiralling out of control.

"Your Highness, this …" Thunder looked at the heated bidding and couldn't help but to be worried.

"One thousand taels!" Nangong Jue shouted loudly from within the room.

As his voice rang out, the bidding entered a stagnant state for a moment. Everyone looked at room number 7 in bewilderment. For a moment, there was a flurry of discussion, and there were no more bids.

"Alright, a thousand taels once!"

"One thousand silver twice!"

"A thousand taels three times!"

"Deal!"

The auctioneer dropped the gavel in his hand...

"Thunder, take this ring and trade."

Nangong Jue passed the Ghost Head Ring that Mo Yunfei gave to him to Thunder. Then he sat down on a chair and leaned back in satisfaction.

In this way, half of his worries were gone. He wanted to see exactly who had the guts to make a move on the prime of his life.

What he didn't know was that at this moment, in private room number 1, there was a mysterious person who had been paying attention to the movements of private room number 7 the entire time.

"Heh …" "So you want a puppet pill …" The mysterious person chuckled and waved his hand.

A maid quickly came up from behind him and bowed while waiting for his orders.

"Go, place this slip of paper under the puppet pill and hand it over to the person." The mysterious man took out a small piece of paper from his sleeve and handed it to the servant girl.

The maidservant received the slip of paper and softly said, "Yes." She then bowed and left.

As for that mysterious person, he continued to look in the direction of room number 7. The corner of his mouth curled up, his finger unconsciously twirling the ring on his finger. It was unknown what he was thinking. The ring on his hand was similar to the one Mo Yunfei lent Nangong Jue, but it was more complex and detailed, vividly depicting the terrifying and eerie appearance of a green-faced fanged ghost.

At this moment, in room number 7, Thunder had already retrieved the puppet core. He held the embroidered box in both hands in front of Nangong Jue.

"Prince, take a look."

"Yes." Nangong Jue opened the embroidered box. Suddenly, his pupils froze as he reached out his hand to pull out the slip of paper beneath the porcelain bottle.

"Prince?"

Thunder saw the drastic change in Nangong Jue's expression and asked carefully.

"Did you get this embroidered box from the auction house? Have you checked it before? " Nangong Jue's voice was ice-cold, and the hairs on his back stood up. A feeling of helplessness and fear that was controlled by someone else suddenly seized him.

He quickly arrived in front of the railing and used his hands to hold onto it as he looked around, but he didn't find anything out of the ordinary.

"It was given to me by the auction house. I have checked it before and did not find anything else."

"Damn it!" Nangong Jue opened the paper slip and glanced at it. Then, with a shake of his wrist, he used his inner force to turn the paper slip into ashes. His long and narrow almond-shaped eyes slightly narrowed, and his entire body emitted a strong low-pressure aura.

"Thunder, go back to the Manor right now and give this puppet pill to that Dark Clone. You must find out who the person behind him is."

"Also, send someone to check the background of this Paraphrase Arm."

"Yes." Thunder accepted the order and left.

It seemed like the capital was getting more and more chaotic. They just didn't know what kind of forces were involved in this mess.

Who was the person who sent the message to him? Was his information reliable? Who was the person who met with Prince Retract of the Huns, and what was his connection with Mo Yunlong's poisoning? And who was the mastermind behind all of this? Who was the person who had planted the spy in his mansion?

Whether they were friends or foes, what was their goal?

Right, there was also Mo Yunfei. This playful, disrespectful, and evil person, what was his purpose in approaching me?

Nangong Jue felt that the recent events were getting weirder and weirder.

"Phew …" Nangong Jue heaved a sigh of relief. There really was a tiger behind a wolf. One Ol 'Three should be more than enough for him to deal with it, and now there's a bunch of them. It was really hard to deal with.

Nangong Jue pinched the center of his brows and sat down on a chair tiredly with his eyes closed. No one knew what he was thinking, only his slightly trembling eyelids let people know that he was still awake …

It wasn't until the end of the auction that Nangong Jue slowly walked out of the Paraphrase Arm. Looking at the bright moon which had risen into the sky and the lit lanterns which had been lit, he had the thought of slowly pacing back home. Thunder, who was rushing over from not too far away, called out, "Master, something bad happened …"

Nangong Jue raised his head and looked at Thunder's figure that was walking over with quick steps. He let out a sigh of relief and quickly walked up to Thunder.

"What's going on?"

"That person, he …"

"What?"

When Nangong Jue heard Thunder's reply, he shot a glance at him and his expression changed greatly. Then, he circulated his inner force and left in a cloud of dust. As for Thunder, closely behind him …