Quick Wear: Beautiful, Strong, Miserable, Whitening Guide

As his bones were broken one by one, Lin Ci'an no longer felt the pain.

On the cold altar, his limbs were chained like a rag.

His vision was blurred by the blood, but he could still see the man looking down at him—Chu Ziyu.

He was wearing a dragon robe stained with the blood of all the Lin family members, and in his hand he was playing with the natal Gu that he had just dug out from Lin Ci'an's body.

"Why..."

Lin Ci'an coughed up blood, and the taste of rust filled his mouth. "You said... you loved me..."

Chu Ziyu chuckled softly, and gently stroked the dying silver insect with his fingertips: "I love the Lin family's Gu technique, not you."

He leaned over and whispered in Lin Ci'an's ear, "You know what? Before his death, your father begged me to spare you, saying that you were a once-in-a-century genius in the Lin family's art of witchcraft."

Lin Ci'an's pupils constricted.

Father...dead?

"In front of him, I ordered someone to throw your third sister into the poison pool."

Chu Ziyu's voice was so gentle that it sounded like a love story. "That girl is only fourteen years old, right? The way she was bitten by the Myriad Gu was truly spectacular."

Lin Ci'an roared like a beast and struggled to pounce on the demon, but the chains only cut deeper into his flesh.

“Don’t worry,”

Chu Ziyu stood up and took a bronze dagger from the guard, "It will be your turn soon.

I'm very curious, can I dig out the Gu Master's heart and refine it into the legendary 'Immortal Gu'?

The moment the tip of the knife pierced his chest, Lin Ci'an let out a scream that was not like a human voice.

He saw Chu Ziyu's smiling eyes, saw his own blood splattering, and the last thing he saw was the flames rising into the sky outside the hall - it was the Lin family's ancestral home burning.

The last moment before consciousness fades.

"If there is an afterlife..."

"I will make you feel the pain of a thousand poisonous poisons..."

The blood on my wrist was warm.

When Lin Ci'an opened his eyes, the first thing he felt was not pain, but the touch of blood dripping down his fingertips.

He looked down at his cut wrist, blood oozing out and forming a dark red pool on the bluestone ground.

Memories came flooding back—he was reborn, back to that nightmarish night three years ago.

In his previous life, it was here that Chu Ziyu tricked him into drinking drugged wine and cut his wrist to draw blood, just to verify whether the Lin family bloodline could really awaken the ancient witchcraft as rumored.

"woke up?"

A cold voice came from above. Lin Ci'an slowly raised his head and met the eyes that he would never forget even in his death—Chu Ziyu, the youngest emperor of the Great Chu Dynasty.

At this moment, he was looking down at him condescendingly, with no warmth in his eyes.

The man was wearing a dark brocade robe with a dragon pattern, and the jade belt around his waist shone with a cold luster in the candlelight.

Between his slender fingers, he was playing with a dagger as thin as a cicada's wing, the blade still stained with Lin Ci'an's blood.

"I thought the bloodline of the Southern Xinjiang Lin family was very special," Chu Ziyu lifted Lin Ci'an's chin with a dagger, "Now it seems that the blood is also red."

Lin Ci'an let out a low laugh from his throat, and a bloody arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.

What a familiar scene. In his previous life, he completely fell here, attracted by the man's coldness and strength, which eventually led to the massacre of the entire Lin family.

(idiot!)

But this time, it's different.

"His Majesty..."

Lin Ci'an spoke weakly, while secretly activating the natal Gu in his body.

He could feel that the poisonous insect that had been dormant for many years was waking up and moving along his meridians.

"You want the Lin family's witchcraft... why go to so much trouble..."