After I died, the scumbag prince cried down the city wall

"What's more, you still need to obtain information from him. He is the top intelligence controller in the capital, so you must not offend him easily!" Lin Yuanming's voice was full of worry.

Zhang Wen stepped forward and said in a resounding voice: "I am the cause of this disaster, so if you have any grievances, it's me you should take revenge on me!"

The woman behind him, with outstanding appearance and extraordinary temperament, followed closely behind him. She met Cui Rong's eyes with a firm gaze and said softly, "This matter has nothing to do with the two gentlemen. Let me bear all the punishments alone!"

The man was silent in the dimness, with only his tightly pursed lips faintly visible in the interweaving of light and shadow, as if he was weighing something.

The words between Zhang Wen and the woman echoed in the room. Cui Rong remained silent, her eyes deep, as if she was thinking about her next move.

Lin Yuanming was extremely anxious. He leaned close to her ear and lowered his voice, almost begging: "Please compromise a little! The host is not unreasonable, and..."

His voice trailed off, filled with worry.

"Besides, you still need to purchase crucial information from that lord. He is an unrivalled controller of intelligence in the capital. Any slight offense may lead to immeasurable consequences. You must not act rashly or you will offend him!"

Cui Rong smiled faintly, which made Lin Yuanming, who was standing beside her, mistakenly believe that she had accepted his advice, and he couldn't help feeling a little relieved.

However, the next words that came out of her mouth made Lin Yuanming break out in a cold sweat.

"I'm afraid your time is numbered." Cui Rongrong's voice was calm and indifferent, as if she was talking about something very ordinary.

Lin Yuanming was stunned when he heard this, and hurriedly spoke out to stop him, with a bit of urgency and disbelief in his voice: "Such words concerning life and death, how can you say them so easily!"

Cui Rongrong patted his shoulder gently, signaling him to stay calm.

Her eyes passed through the crowd and were always fixed on the seemingly ordinary man.

"The 'poison millet' in your body has already eroded deep into your bone marrow. It is only a matter of time before it breaks out. Once it breaks out, the pain will last for at least two hours. Within half a month, your body will no longer be able to withstand such severe pain."

"If you still have a glimmer of desire to survive in your heart, then I am the only one in this world who can save you." Cui Rongrong's words were loud and clear, but also made people feel a little chilly.

The man's attendant was furious when he heard this and shouted, "This is nonsense! My host is in good health. How can you, a brat, understand the true meaning of life and death!"

"Come here, teach this ignorant brat a lesson, and drive him and his companions out together!"

Following the order, several burly and ferocious-looking men approached immediately. Lin Yuanming turned pale and wanted to explain but swallowed the words back.

But after seeing Cui Rong's calm expression, he wisely chose to remain silent.

What is surprising is that after Cui Rongrong made her rude remarks, the mysterious poster did not make any rebuttal, and seemed to have tacitly agreed with her diagnosis to some extent.

The big men quickly surrounded them, but Cui Rongrong remained calm and said calmly: "Life and death depends entirely on the owner of the building."

The man's attendant frowned and ordered impatiently: "Enough! Take them down!"

At this tense moment, the man who had been silent all this time finally spoke: "Wait a minute!"

The strong men who were about to attack Cui Rong stopped upon hearing the sound, while she raised the corners of her mouth slightly and took light steps forward.

"Tell your men to withdraw and find a quiet room to accommodate my friend." There was determination in her tone.

The man looked at her coldly, and warned her: "If you dare to break your promise, the consequences will be unbearable for you."

Cui Rongrong looked confident: "If I can't do it, no one else in this world can do it. You can only choose to trust me."

The man pursed his lips, and finally waved his hand, signaling his followers to lead everyone away.

One of the followers threatened Cui Rong fiercely in a low voice as he passed by her: "You'd better not play any tricks, otherwise your life will be in danger!"

Faced with the threat, Cui Rong remained calm. Only when the heavy door behind her slammed shut did an imperceptible trace of contemplation appear on her face.

Walking to the window, she took in the dim light and looked at the man's face clearly for the first time.

The man was thin, with a cold face and pale lips. There was only skin and bones on the back of his bare hands, and he looked extremely haggard.

A trace of pity flashed across Cui Rong's brows: "You have relied on your own internal strength to hold on until now, it is indeed not easy. Unfortunately, the poison is becoming more and more rampant, and the consumption of internal strength has accelerated your weakening."

A complicated light flashed in the man's eyes: "I have visited many famous doctors, but none of them can give me a good solution. I didn't expect you to see through the truth at a glance. I underestimated you."

"Since you have seen through me, then, do you have any magic method to relieve my suffering? No matter what kind of medicinal herbs you need, I will do my best to find them for you." There was some urgency in the man's voice.

Cui Rong gently shook her head and took out an exquisite white porcelain bottle from her sleeve: "Young Master's illness cannot be cured by ordinary medicine."

The man frowned when he heard this: "How can I treat it without medicine? Are you kidding me?"

"The poison has already penetrated deep into your internal organs. The medicine can only temporarily relieve the symptoms." Cui Rongrong explained patiently, "To eradicate your poison, we must find another way, even though the process will be very painful."

"If the host doesn't want to try, I won't force it."

The man smiled bitterly, his eyes full of helplessness and vicissitudes: "After years of poisoning, the pain has become the norm. I have been lingering on until now, so why should I be afraid of suffering again?"

"Young Master, please get ready, let's start." Seeing his firm attitude, Cui Rong slowly extended a hand.

"This is a special poisonous insect that I cultivated myself. It can both devour toxins and detoxify them."

She explained, "I will use my inner strength to guide the poisonous insect into your body. The process of eating the poison will be extremely painful, and once it starts, it cannot be interrupted. Are you ready?"

The man nodded firmly, placed his hands on the table, and said in a deep voice: "Begin."

Cui Rong gently opened the porcelain bottle, and saw a small black insect jumping out. She concentrated her internal energy and guided the insect to slowly drill into the man's body.

After a while, cold sweat broke out on the man's forehead and his body was shaking violently.

Cui Rong's eyes were sharp, and the silver needle in her hand flashed and accurately pierced the man's Tianchi acupoint, helping him stay awake.

"Now, is the real test." She said solemnly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the man suddenly spat out a mouthful of dark blood. The blood was extremely viscous and emitted a disgusting stench.

The man covered his chest tightly, his body shaking constantly. Amidst the continuous retching sounds, black blood flowed from the corners of his mouth. In an instant, the ground beneath his feet was stained with a shocking black color.