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However, to those who had contracted weird illnesses, it resembled a drum that sucked away souls or a bell that took away lives!

Zhan Nancheng suddenly tensed and jumped up from his bed, reaching a height of half a meter, before falling heavily on the bed again. There was a moment of spasm, panting and struggling, and before long, thin streaks of blood started flowing out from his eyes and nostrils.

As he wriggled painfully in bed, he resembled a dying fish or a hysterical prawn in the ocean. The silk bed sheet was continuously stained with spots of blood, which looked as striking as a radiant rosa rubus.

Meanwhile, the slaves froze in their spots - their natural instincts had been destroyed ever since they were at a young age. The only order they received was: if anyone tried to near the Emperor and attack him, kill them!

And at that moment, Meng Fuyao stood far away, and she was merely pouring alcohol.

Calmly, she poured the contents from the bottle into the cup, and vice versa, forming a continuous routine.

As such, Zhan Nancheng's suffering was also endless.

He screamed as he rolled in bed. ”Don't… don't-”

Meng Fuyao stopped and asked, ”Where's the tiger tally?”

Zhan Nancheng looked up at her. He was so weak that he no longer had the strength to activate the trap mechanism. Perspiration from his head mixed with the blood at the corner of his lips and dripped down, and his expression was as resentful as it could possibly be. He looked like a starved ghost that crawled out from the gates of Hell, ready to munch on humans.

Meng Fuyao stayed nonchalant. If someone once witnessed his comrade getting eaten down to their bones by ants and being burnt to death, there wouldn't be a scene that he could not face.

Those who harmed others could be harmed by anyone else. It was as simple as that.

Sensing no reply, Meng Fuyao took out a burner from her robes and brought it near the bottle of alcohol.

Immediately, Zhan Nancheng's expression changed. He stared at the burner in horror, as though he had just witnessed ten thousand venomous snakes appearing in his bedsheet.

”Don't-” His voice cracked as he whimpered.

Meng Fuyao opened her palm to him.

As Zhan Nancheng shivered and refused to speak, Meng Fuyao tossed the burner in her hand. ”Death isn't scary. What's scary is going through immense suffering before death. Your Majesty, which method do you like?”

Zhan Nancheng closed his eyes, and he was completely drained of his energy to think or to hate others. In his sub-consciousness, he felt that he had committed an unrectifiable mistake ever since he gave orders to chase Zhan Beiye in the Changhan mountain range. Then, he had unknowingly fallen into a well-planned trap, the True Martial Arts Meet… the teenage champion… the foolish Captain who was depressed about being a male lover in Wuji… Beiheng being killed… his illness being triggered earlier than expected… Right from the start, he had already tumbled into a calculated plan.

He wasn't able to kill Zhan Beiye, and hence, he would have to die.

But he… who was he? Amongst him and Zhan Beiye, one brought an army to invade his nation, while the other became an official to murder him. With combined internal and external forces at play, he had no chance at all. He lost so tragically to them!

Opposite him, the teenage lad smiled. His eyes were crystal-clear, as simple as snow and as striking as a black butterfly that landed on an iceberg.

Zhan Nancheng was struck with realization - he had been the most foolish one. How could he believe a wordless interaction between him and the Wuji Crown Prince? How could such radiant and striking eyes belong to a male lover who had gone through suffering?

Finally, he closed his eyes. Extending the finger which had a missing nail because he broke it off in pain, he pointed towards the ceiling.

Looking towards the direction he was pointing to, Meng Fuyao saw that in two hidden corners of the ceiling, there were golden statues of beasts. Each had a slightly agape mouth, and they shone in the light.

Meng Fuyao laughed and gauged the position of the beasts. Making up her mind to tackle the one on the left, she flicked her fingers, and a golden glimmer fell off.

With the token and decree in her hand, she started to head out. Suddenly, there was the movement of wind behind her, and her hand shot back to grab the source of the sound. However, that thing slipped away from her palm. Meng Fuyao immediately wielded her knife and sliced behind her, creating a gust of wind that made the thick curtains flutter. Yet that thing still slid away from the tip of her knife.

Meng Fuyao's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly bolted away. That thing chased after her relentlessly and tried to pounce on her, traveling at the speed of sound or light; it was so fast that one wouldn't realize until it neared.

In her hurry, Meng Fuyao turned back with her knife in hand, ready to counter the attack. But she was greeted with a rancid smell, and a pair of dark purple eyes shot towards her face. With a blink of the eyes, a stream of purple liquid splashed in all directions!

Almost simultaneously, Meng Fuyao threw ger knife forward, which was in time to cause the liquid to split in other directions. Majority of it was blocked by Meng Fuyao's inner energy, but there was a string of it - as thin as an eyelash - that was right in front of her forehead.

Meng Fuyao felt her blood turn cold. In her joy, she had underestimated the attack!

”Chi-”