Chapter 229: Not Every White Knight

The beautiful woman at the front stared at Emirelda without blinking.

Her gaze was vacant, like a doll's.

Emirelda knew this was a doll—a doll made from a real person!

Crafted by the hand of Prince Glaston, who shone like a sun god but was in truth a complete corpse-manipulating pervert.

From the start, Emirelda had been fighting this doll when Snuck ambushed her successfully, plunging her into dire straits.

"You can really run." Glaston looked at Emirelda, his voice hinting at anger, "Running to this place, you made my Mia all dirty."

The exquisite doll in front indeed looked a bit dirty, after all, it had been clearing a path straight through the forest—getting dirty was unavoidable.

It didn't even have self-cleaning clothing.

Emirelda really wanted to say: "Can this be blamed on me?"

But given the current situation, which could be said to be certainly fatal, she had no mood left for witty remarks.

Nor was she the type to be cheeky even to death.

"It must feel awful, huh." Snuck said, "If you hadn't run, you'd still have a slim chance of curing my poison. Now, my poison has seeped into your bone marrow; only death awaits you."

Emirelda stayed silent, and Snuck didn't engage in fearmongering.

Numbness was spreading bit by bit to more parts of her body; in a few minutes, Emirelda would likely lose all control of her body completely.

"Now it's just numbness, but later you'll feel what pain is." Snuck said.

From some perspectives, being able to feel "pain" is a good thing—at least it proves the body's reaction mechanism still works, not destroyed.

Feeling pain first, then numbness and loss of sensation—that's the terrifying scenario.

Snuck's poison works in reverse: first numbness, then it turns into pain, letting the poisoned die bit by bit in heart-piercing, bone-eroding agony.

It can be called utterly cruel.

"Hey, you said you'd ask about Snow White." Glaston behind reminded.

Hearing this, Emirelda's expression shifted slightly, then quickly returned to normal.

"Oh, so you do know something." That fleeting expression was caught by Snuck, or rather, it was originally prearranged with Glaston to suddenly say this, testing Emirelda's reaction.

"Where is Snow White?" Snuck asked.

Emirelda spat out a mouthful of turbid air: "You want to know?"

"Tell me, and I'll let you die less painfully." Snuck was also "straightforward"—no need for subterfuge, since he wanted Emirelda dead anyway; the only difference was whether her death would be painful or not.

"Snow White is now in the hands of someone very powerful; if you go after her, you're just seeking death." Emirelda said.

Prince Glaston said nothing, merely watching Emirelda with interest.

"Oh, very powerful? Then we won't go—we'll just kill you now and break even." Snuck's face showed a cold smile.

Emirelda's expression froze—what happened to the provoke-and-attack tactic?

One sentence "very powerful" and you got scared off?

"Hah." Before Emirelda could say anything, Snuck continued laughing, "Looks, that person really is your lifeline."

"..."

Emirelda's expression turned completely grim and cold—this wasn't just a poisonous snake that only ambushes from the dark; it also excelled at playing with hearts.

Without her answering, just from a few expressions, he got the answer he wanted.

"Cut the nonsense." Glaston urged, "Since we already have a lead on Snow White, we might as well find her early and finish my work sooner."

He waved his hand at the head named "Mia."

The doll strode toward Emirelda with slightly mechanical steps.

Vacant gaze, mechanical movements, expressionless—even if beautiful, it gave a gloomy, chilling feeling.

Quite a twisted hobby.

Of course, in Glaston's own view, this was the correct way to love beauty: "No white hair in the human world"—only by turning these beautiful people into dolls could their beauty be completely and eternally preserved.

His gaze toward the doll was also sincere love and desire, not the attitude of looking at a tool.

Just as the doll walked toward the doll, passing by the Sky Heaven Dog overlooked by both Snuck and Glaston, an anomaly occurred.

The Sky Heaven Dog, which had been quiet until now, suddenly opened its mouth.

A huge, black, ferocious wolf's head appeared out of nowhere, biting the doll completely into its mouth.

"No!"

Glaston froze for a moment, then let out a heart-rending roar, his anguish evident in his voice.

Snuck's reaction was also quick—he immediately retreated.

Correctly, he retreated to put distance between himself and the Sky Heaven Dog—a poisonous snake wouldn't expose itself to danger.

Always the one scheming against others, suddenly a giant wolf's head lunged from nearby—what was going on?

Snuck's face showed nothing, but inside he broke out in a cold sweat.

He hadn't even realized—if that bite had been aimed at him, Snuck would have had no way to dodge.

That's natural—the Sky Heaven Dog's sudden ambush bite is its signature move.

If Snuck could have dodged it, the Sky Heaven Dog might as well buy a block of tofu and knock itself out.

Skilled at tracking and ambushing, but not strong in frontal combat, the Sky Heaven Dog actually isn't that strong.

Glancing askance at the heart-rending Glaston, the Sky Heaven Dog raised its wolf's head and, with the proud posture of a Husky tearing up a house, swallowed the doll whole.

"I want—"

"To tear you to pieces!"

Glaston roared, startling a large flock of birds into flight.

The carriage parked some distance behind began to tremble, and the drivers, their faces rather numb, all jumped down and walked to the side.

The surrounding air dropped in temperature a bit; white cold vapor could be seen seeping from the gaps in the closed carriage.

Following that, the horses of the eight carriages opened in unison.

Eight exquisitely beautiful and graceful dolls stepped out.

They were so beautiful they seemed unreal, their perfection bordering on the artificial.

Each doll wore splendid attire, as if attending some beauty pageant.

One by one, they turned, faced toward Glaston, and hurried forward.

Their advance was a perfectly straight line, without the slightest turn; wherever they passed, all obstacles were utterly torn apart and crushed to powder by their seemingly slender, frail frames.

Facing Glaston's roar, the Heavenly Hound twisted its head, snatched the dazed Emilirada, and bolted away.

Showing off and then fleeing is truly thrilling.

The Heavenly Hound ran swiftly, maintaining only its wolf-headed state without fully transforming into combat form.

Darting through the forest posed no problem at all.

"Tell me, can you keep up with them?" Glaston said, looking at Snack.

Snack had already mounted: "As long as your treasure can clear a path for us, that's enough."

As his words fell, several figures descended from the sky, landing heavily before the two, then rose mechanically.

Emilirada felt the wind howling in her ears, the scenery before her eyes a blur, utterly unable to discern where she was.

At first, that strange cat would still pause, letting her guide the direction.

Now, however, it completely ignored her, launching into a frantic sprint.

Emilirada felt as if she had returned to childhood, sitting in her older brother's speeding chariot, wishing she could vomit her bile on the spot.

Suddenly, the howling gale ceased, and the scene before her eyes became a dizzying whirl.

Emilirada fell to the ground, numbness nearly covering everything beneath her skull, while, on her initially injured arm, came a piercing, bone-deep pain.

"What do you think of this crystal coffin?" Emilirada heard this voice, her heart suddenly eased, nearly fainting.

"Sick."

Charles's reply was deeply hurtful, of course Tang Luo didn't mind.

As for the child who had just been beaten, he remained quite tolerant; after being struck, one must let someone have their verbal advantage, otherwise bottling it up would lead to illness.

Charles, as Anger, is naturally prone to fury.

Tang Luo remained quite understanding.

"The dog is back." Tang Luo, with a calm face, patted the Heavenly Hound that had leapt onto the carriage holding Vivian's crystal coffin, his tone as if the dog had just mooched a few meals from Xue Nian's home.

"Dog?" Charles looked at the creature nuzzling and meowing in Tang Luo's palm, this thing actually being a dog?

Does Charles not know he's never raised a kitten or puppy?

Charles's confusion, Tang Luo naturally ignored it, walked over to Emilirada, crouched, glanced twice, and said: "Donor, are you injured?"

Emilirada revealed a faint bitter smile, lowering her voice: "I'm poisoned, Master. I encountered a god-demon wanderer and what should be another of the Seven Sins' 'Prince Next Door'; they're strong, heading this way."

"Oh, then this poison of yours—wait, isn't it the kind that kills you if you don't XXOO after being infected?" Tang Luo's mind wandered, making it hard to retract, "But it's fine; no matter what poison, this monk can dispel it."

In his speculation, the Prince Next Door should be the other half of the lust sin.

Then Emilirada being poisoned with the toxin specially prepared for protagonists in old martial arts novels is also perfectly reasonable.

"No." Emilirada nearly spat blood directly, all this time—can't you be a little more tense?

"Oh." Tang Luo couldn't tell if it was disappointment or calm, reached out and pressed his hand on Emilirada's head, about to use the Merit Jade Lotus to save her.

From the thicket on the other side, a sound came; several figures came howling like a siege assault.

Standing still, they were respectively the eight beautiful dolls, behind them appeared a white tall horse, atop which was a blond man.

Judging by appearance, he must be a noble.

The one riding behind, with hair nearly covering his eyes, a gloomy visage, one look tells he's the kind who won't last three chapters, a lackey, a sinister villain.

Sitting on horseback, Glaston instantly saw the transparent crystal coffin, and within it, the sleeping beauty Snow White.

In an instant, every part, every inch of Glaston's body frenziedly roared: "Get her! Get her!"

"Young man, you also ride a white horse."

Tang Luo smiled, stood up, stepped to the side, blocking Glaston's view.

Riding a white horse doesn't necessarily mean a monk; it could also be a prince.