Chapter 108

"Is that so?" Dongfang Qi smiled.

The next moment, his sword blade shifted again, and he carved another large chunk of flesh from Miao Dong's left leg.

"The flesh on your left leg is exposed again. If you don't hide it well, I will chop off both your legs!"

And so, Miao Dong, with blood on both legs, curled up on the ground and tried hard to hide himself inside his clothes.

"Who on earth are you people? I clearly set up a demon-trapping array here, how are you still able to use mystic arts?"

Lin Qingyue sneered: "Do you really think that by raising a few warlocks and having them set up some arrays for you, you can have everything go your way and then go around doing evil without restraint? Today, I will let you know what it means for evil to be met with evil. Hong Yao—"

She helped Hong Yao up from the ground and injected a stream of spirit power into her body to help her recover from the injuries she had just sustained: "Don't you hate him? Don't you want to eat his flesh and peel his skin? Now, here in my barrier space, you can use your demon arts as you please. However, don't kill him, otherwise, it would be too easy for him."

Hong Yao stood up, the color in her face much improved, and the demon arts that had been suppressed all returned.

There was no wind in the room, yet her long ink-black hair was flying wildly, and her whole body radiated a powerful aura as she walked toward Miao Dong step by step.

Miao Dong, like a fish out of water, struggled in his death throes: "A-Yao, listen to me, we have been husband and wife for many years, with such deep feelings, you can't just forget it all!"

"I was wrong, A-Yao, I was truly wrong! Please forgive me, okay? As long as you can forgive me and not hurt me, you can do whatever you want to me!"

"I will build a tomb for your sister, I will offer a Chang Sheng Pai for her, and find people to perform rites for her! I will do everything in my power to make it up to you sisters, okay?"

"A-Yao, A-Yao..."

Hong Yao's eyes were crimson, filled with sorrow: "My sister is already dead, even her soul cannot be found. How are you going to make it up to me? And how am I supposed to make it up?"

Blood-red tears flowed from her eye sockets: "You cannot make up for it, and I... I want you to personally taste the pain of being betrayed by your beloved and dying a miserable death!"

Having said that, a bright red light appeared in her eyes, and as it fell into Miao Dong's eyes, his expression suddenly became dazed.

In his daze, he forgot what day it was and forgot the past.

At this moment, he discovered that he had turned into a fox.

A fox locked in a cage, and outside the cage was a huge iron pot, with a roaring fire burning under the firewood beneath the pot.

"Chacha—chacha—"

Someone was sharpening a knife, and from the back, they looked like a woman.

Miao Dong's claws scratched at the cage, and he let out a whimpering wail: "Who are you? Why did you catch me? Let me go, I beg you, let me go..."

The woman ignored him and just sharpened the knife earnestly: "Chacha—chacha—"

The knife was finally sharpened, and the woman held the knife and turned around, revealing a peerless face—Hong Yao, his wife.

Oh, he remembered now.

He was a fox who had cultivated for many years, and because he fell in love with a human, he gave up his cultivation to live with this woman.

But after being husband and wife for many years, that heartless woman had locked him in a cage.

She held the knife and said with deep regret: "Humans and demons are on different paths; you and I are destined not to last. Anyway, this skin and flesh of yours will be eaten clean sooner or later, so you might as well give it to me. Husband, don't struggle, I already fed you the medicine that will make your whole body weak just now. So, you cannot escape."

The woman grabbed his tail and dragged the limp and powerless "fox" out of the cage.

"They say that fox fur is very valuable, especially an old fox that has cultivated for a hundred years; it is worth a thousand gold. However, to keep the fur fresh and bright, and to avoid fresh blood dirtying such a good piece of fur, I cannot let you bleed, nor can I let you die."

"Although being skinned alive is a bit painful, I will try to be as quick as possible, don't move, don't struggle. Otherwise, if the knife goes crooked and the fur isn't complete, it won't be worth much."

Ah! It's skinned, such a complete piece of skin.

Yet this was not a complete fox skin, but rather... human skin.

"Husband, you have no skin left, why are you still struggling? It hurts, doesn't it? But do you know, compared to the pain of skin and flesh, heartache is the real pain. Do you want to taste the feeling of heartache?"

"Where is your heart? Let me dig it out and see, is it black or red?"

What was pulled out from his bloody chest was actually a black heart, and Hong Yao was not surprised at all: "Heh, just as I thought."

Miao Dong, from head to toe, from inside to out, was enduring tremendous pain, and he begged with a thread of breath: "Kill me, I beg you to kill me. It hurts so much, it really hurts so much..."

He was living a life worse than death, yet he could not die, and could only slowly taste the flavor of pain.

Until the night passed and the light of day was bright. Only then did Miao Dong wake up from the illusion Hong Yao had created for him.

He gasped for air and checked his body in a panic: "Thank goodness the skin is still there, and the heart is still there!"

Looking at the scene around him, this was still the previous room, and dried blood remained on the floor. And Hong Yao, Lin Qingyue, and Dongfang Qi were all gone.

Miao Dong moved his body toward the door and shouted loudly: "Someone, come quickly!"

No one responded.

He raised his voice and continued to shout: "Someone! Where have you all died? This official has been assassinated, assassinated! Come and save me quickly!"

Finally, the sound of hurried footsteps came from outside the door.

The door was kicked open, and several guards rushed in, only to be stunned by the scene before them.

"My lord! My lord, how are you?"

Some people helped Miao Dong onto the couch, some went to call a doctor, and some were searching for the assassin everywhere.

But Lin Qingyue and the others seemed to have vanished into thin air, completely gone.

Surrounded by many guards, Miao Dong's nervous mood eased slightly, but soon, hatred surfaced in his heart again.

He guessed that the man and woman who appeared later must have been helpers brought by Hong Yao.

But they actually didn't kill him, which was truly strange.

Could it be that the bitch Hong Yao still had lingering feelings for him, so she couldn't bear to deliver the final fatal blow?

Thinking of this, Miao Dong sneered: "Women can never accomplish big things! Since I escaped a disaster today, I will definitely spare no cost to find that bitch Hong Yao, and then tear her into ten thousand pieces, so she never has a chance to harm me again!"

Just at this moment, a subordinate came to report: "My lord, it's bad, Young Master Li... Young Master Li, he, he, he, he..."

Miao Dong scolded: "Useless thing, can't you even speak clearly? What happened to Young Master Li?"

The subordinate said: "Young Master Li... he is dead!"

"What!" Miao Dong was shocked and sat up from the bed with a start. The movement was too large, pulling at the wound on his leg, and he immediately grimaced in pain again.

"Quick, quick, take me to see!"