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At this point, the dying man was no longer clear conscious. He had completely forgotten that unmoving Meng Fuyao behind. The only thing he could remember in that blood-stained memory of his was that that door represented life and hope.
Only a centimeter left.
Beside the door, a figure rushed out unsteadily and bent his arm with all her might!
The bone broke with a 'Kacha.' The delicate lady who had never even once slaughtered a chicken mustered all the strength she could and finally, heard that hair-raising crack.
That leader did not make another sound. Finally, this time, he really stopped moving.
The Li Family's bride let go of his arm and sat down on the threshold. She craned her neck back and laughed.
The bruises of various color scattered all over her body—a tragic sight that was unbearable. The torn dress could barely cover her body, and the snow-white skin was littered with scars and injuries from her abuse.
She laughed, maniacally, and heart-wrenchingly. That laughter resounded over the gregarious thunder, breaking through the grey clouds that hovered over the corrupted world, shattering the silence and grievance that lingered in the house of the Li Family.
Meng Fuyao shuddered vigorously at that laughter, as though she was being punished by Lingchi.
She stepped forward, attempting to hug the girl as she muttered, ”Please stop laughing… I beg you… please…”
That lady suddenly tilted her head and bit down on Meng Fuyao's upper arm.
Her sharp teeth pierced through the skin and a salty, gooey liquid oozed out, dyeing her white teeth red.
She refused to let go, and in those green pupils, a beast-like satisfaction could be seen.
Meng Fuyao remained on the spot and gently comforted her. ”Bite… If it makes you feel better…”
”ptui!”
She suddenly let go, baring her blood-stained teeth. She turned to spit out a mouthful of blood together with a couple of broken teeth. With disdain and contempt, she glanced at Meng Fuyao and growled with hatred:
”Filthy blood!”
Meng Fuyao stumbled back, as though she was struck by lightning, and leaned against the vine rack. A flower that was separated from its stem fluttered down to her cheeks and stuck there. It made her look comical but yet, in her daze, she had forgotten to remove it.
In her torn dress, the Li Family's bride sat there in the pouring rain, pointed at her and yelled, ”Well-trained, yet you hid like a turtle and watched on as the Li Family got massacred!
”You sat in the main hall and was served great wine! The wine was wasted on a dog!”
Meng Fuyao leaned on the flower rack and stared at her. At this very moment, the torrential rain and howling wind turned into a wisp of smoke. The universe seemed to have shrunk until it was the size of the rack, leaving only the cursing of the Li family's bride. The words echoed throughout the area, and each word pierced through Meng Fuyao like countless indiscriminate arrows. She was helpless against the relentless accusations and allowed each word to hurt her.
Meng Fuyao slowly crouched down, hugging herself in an attempt to soothe the excruciating pain. Yet, she did not know where to hug for her body was still well and intact. It was her identity and pride that was utterly broken.
In this life, she had lost, she had failed, but she always had a clear conscience. But in the face of the Li family's bride, every word of hers was something she could not retaliate.
Such a bleak conscience.
It turns out that… she was no different than them. Justice was nothing in front of her personal interest. She was never better than anyone—she was as selfish, as despicable, as shameless and as cowardly!
The heavens above were unjust; she was but a lowly being!
She had always stood on her ground, but this time, she had finally bowed to the corrupted world.
From now on… How would she face the her at this moment?
But the Li Family's bride was no longer laughing nor scolding.
She sat there, leaning against the wall with her neck craned back slightly—an eternal posture.
She was dead.
”Ah—”
A yell of dismay towards the sky, and then, grey clouds started forming.
Like a tornado, Meng Fuyao sprinted out as she broke through the walls of the two courtyards.
She rushed across without using any form of inner energy to protect herself. Her head smashed against the walls, and blood started to flow down her forehead. Intense pain took over, but even so, she did not bother to wipe the blood away.
Compared to the anger and pain in her heart, this was nothing!
Meng Fuyao ran in the pouring rain, amongst the pile of corpses that laid on the floor.
She overestimated herself.
She thought that she was able to endure the consequences that this choice would bring her. She believed that she could use her remaining lifetime to repay the debt caused by her selfishness. But when the Li Family's bride had cursed at Meng Fuyao before she died, Meng Fuyao finally broke down.
The skies were collapsing as the entire universe drowned her. Lingchi translated variously as the slow process, the lingering death, or slow slicing was a form of torture and execution used in China in the past.