38 Soul and Lifeforce (1/2)

He shook his head at her question and sobbed even louder, and quickly chose to slam his head on the ground begging for his life. His pride was worth nothing now, as long as he can get this demon to spare him, he could care less. Still, he felt awfully wronged, why was he the one who had to suffer?

Seeing him slamming his head on the ground made Hongyue despise him even more. Why was it in the end, she was made to be seen as the bad guy?

Her eyes dimmed; she found it annoying even to watch him.

If he dared to curse at someone, he should have at least the skills to back it up. Arrogance without the talents behind it was just like a fish claiming it could climb a tree.

So what was it worth?

Nothing.

In the spur of a moment, everything could very well be gone in a flash. This, Hongyue knew all so well.

Ah, how boring.

How delusional as well.

She could read everything in his eyes, and it made her seethed in rage*. She knew that emotion all so well. She has seen it many times before.

Blame.

However it wasn't self-blame, it was accused towards her. Like in some way, it was her fault that he was here. Her fault that he had to suffer. It was all her fault.

None of the blame got placed towards himself. He didn't even reflect all the times she had struggled to live in pain when whipped or starved without food.

How easy.

He took a simple way out. He wouldn't have to be troubled even till death because he made himself believe she was the root of all his suffering. He could close his eyes peacefully as he dies just by saying it wasn't his fault; he died like this; it was hers. He was putting all the blame on her.

Hongyue sneered.

Like she cared for his opinion.

”Since you hold so many grievances at heart, why don't you tell them to the God of Death!”

She swiftly lifted her leg and slammed her foot against his chest. The man was booted into the hole and plunged into the water. Hongyue watched him as his movements slowed and the water turned red as he bled to death.

Worthless.

It was a waste of her time.

As the loose petals of blossoms floated peacefully in the air, Hongyue stared at the body in the water well blankly. What was she expecting anyway? For him to swim? She sneered. Even if he had all his limbs intact, he wouldn't be able to escape. She, for one, wouldn't have let him. She shifted her view to the ground, eyeing all the fallen bodies of the servants the general had killed.