A piece of Japanese incense

Chu Hai had an indifferent expression. He took the token and casually threw the Whale King Token towards Chu He's corpse with his blood-stained hand.

With a "click", it hit the broken part of Chu He's twisted neck.

"Now……"

He said to Feng Yan, who was as silent as a cicada, in a hoarse and low voice: "It's your turn..."

Feng Yan's eyes were filled with tears, and her voice was mournful: "Husband... I am sorry for you, but I was also forced... Please forgive me..."

Chu Hai remained unmoved and grabbed her throat with one hand.

"Husband... City Lord! You can't kill me! If you kill me, how can I explain to my royal brother!" Feng Yan's voice suddenly became sharp.

"You are just a destitute and fallen grandson of the emperor, do you think I would take you seriously?"

"No... don't kill me!" Feng Yan leaned back, tears mixed with cold sweat and blood. When she saw Zhi Yihe, her hollow eyes burst into desperate cries: "I know! I know where she is! The person you've been looking for all these days! The woman whose life His Majesty wants! I know her whereabouts! I know where she's hiding!"

Yutuan and Tingzhu looked at Zhi Yihe at the same time. Facing the approaching swords and axes, Zhi Yihe's heart sank.

"Oh my God! Is this the end of my life today?..."

Chu Hai's footsteps finally stopped three steps away from the couch.

"you know?"

Feng Yan seemed to have grasped at a last straw, her speech rapid as a machine gun, even with a hint of excitement: "It was Chu He who told me! Your Majesty wants Zhi Yihe's head! She almost became my study partner! We were classmates for several years, accompanied each other every day, and grew up together. Of course I know where she is!"

Zhi Yihe's heartbeat quickened after hearing his own name. "I've found the right place... If she betrays me, I..."

While she was thinking about a thousand things, Yutuan had already handed the thin blade in her package to her.

"Where is she then!?"

Feng Yan's eyes flickered, and there was a hint of temptation in her voice: "If I tell you, my husband might spare my life..."

"Say it quickly!"

"She's at……"

Just as Zhi Yihe was about to use the child as a hostage to force Feng Yan, he saw Feng Yan holding the blade with both hands and stabbing it deeply and fiercely from the gaping hole in Chu Hai's soft armor! All the way to the end of the handle!

"Bitch!"

Feng Yan loosened his grip on the dagger and began to crawl backwards.

"Kill! Kill her! Kill that bitch!" Chu Hai pointed his fingers randomly.

"Yutuan! Now!"

In a flash, Zhi Yihe threw the child back to Ting Zhu. Yu Tuan took out poison powder from the package and sprinkled it to the guards around him. Zhi Yihe took the knife and rushed towards Feng Yan as Chu Hai fell, stabbing it into the wound on the side of his neck with incredible precision!

"Ugh--!" Chu Hai's body suddenly arched upward, he let out a short roar of extreme pain, and slapped Zhi Yihe to the ground with one palm.

Zhi Yihe only felt the taste of blood in his mouth, lying on the ground, in a trance.

Feng Yan didn't hesitate for a moment! Her right arm gripped Chu Hai's neck tightly, her entire body wrapped around his massive frame like a vine, dragging his heavy body backwards, using it as a shield! She pulled out Zhi Yihe's thin, poison-tipped blade and thrust it into the wound again.

"Don't move!" Feng Yan roared, "Whoever dares to take another step forward—"

Feng Yan tightened his grip even more, and the tip of the knife pressed a little deeper into Chu Hai's neck.

Chu Hai twitched, and more blood foam gushed out of his mouth and nose, dripping onto Feng Yan's arm, hot and sticky.

"—I'll send him to hell immediately! We'll all die together!"