On the night of the broken engagement, the paranoid prince came to me crying and asking for my statu

There was a strong smell of blood in the air.

Hong Xiru no longer cared about the character of a scholar.

He fled down the mountain in a panic.

He ran down the mountain with one foot deep and one foot shallow. Not only were his shoes worn out, but even his toes were painful from being cut by the gravel.

He didn't even care about the scattered hair on his head.

Fortunately, he was lucky. Just as he came down the mountain, he met a woodcutter who was also returning home late from collecting firewood.

His legs went weak and he almost fell on the woodcutter.

The woodcutter quickly helped him up.

"What's wrong with this noble man? But what happened? Why are you so embarrassed?"

So embarrassed?

No, ordinary woodcutters would never talk like that.

Hong Xiru shuddered and tried to push the woodcutter away.

He had seen real woodcutters before. There were grooves on their hands that hid dirt, and their palms were as rough as tree bark. When they saw someone in fancy clothes, they would turn around and run away, for fear that their hands would be too rough and would scratch the clothes.

They can't afford to pay.

Not to mention, he was so proactive and only had a thin layer of calluses on his hands.

To Hong Xiru's horror, he couldn't push the woodcutter away.

No matter how hard he struggled, the Woodcutter's hands were like iron clamps.

No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't get away...

He raised his eyes and met the woodcutter's.

There wasn't even a hint of the kindness of a woodcutter in those eyes; instead, they were filled with murderous intent.

How could Hong Xiru still have any of the arrogance he had just shown in front of the masked man?

He immediately yelled at the top of his lungs, "Help...Help!!"

As soon as he said this, he felt a pain in his waist.

A dagger had been inserted into his waist without anyone noticing.

Hong Xiru's eyes widened with fear.

"you you..."

Because of the pain, he couldn't even speak clearly.

A surge of blood gushed out of his throat and he actually vomited a mouthful of black blood.

Seeing that he had succeeded, the woodcutter sneered and was about to stab Hong Xiru in the chest again.

Hong Xiru closed his eyes in despair.

I was upset: I should have listened to what the man in black said and cooperated...

I closed my eyes for a while, but the expected pain did not come.

Instead, the big hand that was holding his hand like an iron clamp had its strength released. Hong Xiru suddenly lost his support, and his wound hurt, so he fell straight to the ground.

There was another burst of piercing pain. Without looking at the wound, Hong Xiru knew how seriously he was injured.

What's more terrible is that there is a dagger embedded in his flesh at his waist! !

Hong Xiru felt dizzy and couldn't catch his breath. He suddenly passed out.

Before he lost consciousness, he seemed to hear a lazy voice shouting in fear.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't faint yet..."

...

The sleep was exceptionally long.

When Hong Xiru woke up again, he found himself lying in a dilapidated temple.

The sky was not yet bright.

Is it a dream?

He blinked.

Just as he was about to sit up, the wound on his waist and abdomen moved, and he gasped in pain! !

The memory before I fainted came back to me again.

He didn't care where he was and tried to climb out of the ruined temple using his hands and feet.

"If I were you, I would find out what happened today instead of dying here in obscurity."

A joking male voice sounded behind him.

Hong Xiru felt that the hairs on his body were standing up - wasn't the person who was speaking the same person who wanted to cooperate with him not long ago, but later abandoned him to face danger alone?

A feeling of humiliation came over me.

Hong Xiru gritted his teeth and didn't even have the strength to look back. He simply lay down on the ground as if he was dying.

"I don't know whose lackey you are, but I want to tell you that although I, Hong Xiru, am afraid of death, I am not the kind of soft persimmon that can be manipulated by others. Now that I have fallen into your hands, you can kill me or chop me up, as you wish. Don't think of playing with me like a cat teasing a mouse like before."

The man sneered and sighed helplessly, "Master Hong, Master Hong, my patience is limited. You'd better not provoke me."

Don't mess with him?

Who has offended whom now?

Hong Xiru gritted his teeth, "You've gone to great lengths to play me like a monkey, aren't you just trying to get cooperation? I'll cooperate with you, but before we cooperate, I want you to find my servant back, otherwise, there's no cooperation."

This person was able to find him so persistently, so he must have liked something about him.

So, he wants to test...

As if seeing through his thoughts, the man laughed again.

He didn't know if it was his illusion, but this time, he could actually feel the man's contempt and mockery of him.

Almost at the same time.

A bloody and dying man was carried in front of him.

Hong Xiru didn't expect that the man was really fully prepared.

Seeing my good friend who had been with me since childhood now on the stretcher breathing more than breathing out, his hands and clothes were almost chopped off, and there was not a single piece of good flesh on his face...

Hong Xiru felt his heart was about to be torn apart...

This was the first time in all the years since Hong married Su Qishun that Hong Xiru felt such devastating regret.

If it was back then...

If it was back then...

"I'm not returning your left and right arms to you just to reminisce about the past. After what happened tonight, I think you know my purpose. So show your sincerity."

Sincerity?

What did he know?

Hong Xiru tightened his hands hidden in his sleeves.

release.

He lowered his head and whispered, "I am just a small official, what can I know?"

"Ah."

A sneer came.

Before Hong Xiru could ask what the other party meant, a muffled sound was heard beside him.

In the dark and dilapidated temple, only the dim moonlight poured in.

He bravely turned his head to look at the source of the sound.

In the dim light, the body that was rolled into a ball and thrown casually not far from him, with blood oozing from all seven orifices, looked particularly strange.

The taut string in his body suddenly snapped, and his last bit of defense was completely broken.

"what!!"

Along with the screams, his lower body felt hot and a foul smell instantly filled the entire ruined temple.

That's the devil.

Absolutely the devil.

He didn't care about the flood that was still lying beside him, breathing in more than out.

Using both hands and feet, he kept moving in the opposite direction of the chuckle.

Finally, he bumped into a pair of long and powerful legs.

The man who had just spoken behind him, unexpectedly appeared behind him again when he was shrinking in the opposite direction! !

He immediately rolled away as if he had been electrocuted.

Ahhhh! !

Before he could scream again, a strong force hit him.

His voice is gone!!