Sludge suction system

Despite the excruciating pain from his wound, Wang Jingqiang slowly pushed open the door and staggered into the room. His right hand tightly covered the bleeding wound on his abdomen, and blood seeping from between his fingers dripped down his arm, leaving a shocking trail of bloodstains on the floor.

After closing the door behind him, he leaned against it, catching his breath. His eyes darted around the room in a panic before he trudged toward the bed. With each step, a tearing pain shot through his injured leg muscles, causing his body to tremble involuntarily and his steps to become unsteady, as if he would collapse to the ground at any moment.

With great effort, Wang Jing finally moved to the bedside. His trembling left hand slowly opened the bedside cabinet, frantically searching through a pile of clutter for medicine. The bottles and jars clattered together, adding to the tense atmosphere. After finding the medicine bottle, he tried to bite off the stopper with his teeth, but his hands were shaking so badly that he couldn't get a good grip. In his anxiety, he used more force, and the stopper suddenly popped out, splattering powder onto his face.

Without bothering to wipe it away, Wang Jing poured the medicinal powder into his palm, then slowly unbuttoned his clothes at his abdomen. The wound was a bloody mess, blood still seeping out. He gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, a look of pain on his face, and carefully applied the powder to the wound. The moment the powder touched the wound, a sharp pain shot through him, his body stiffened abruptly, and he almost cried out, but he endured the excruciating pain and continued treating the wound.

Then, he picked up a bandage from the side, bit one end with his teeth, held the other end in his right hand, and began to wrap it around his abdomen, circle by circle. Each wrap was excruciatingly painful, and the bandage was quickly soaked with blood. After finishing, he leaned against the headboard, panting heavily, his face etched with exhaustion and despair, yet his eyes still held a hint of unease and anxiety. He didn't know if he could survive this ordeal, or how he would face the troubles that lay ahead.

"Wang Jing! You damned bastard!" Mu Wan's shrill, ear-piercing roar shattered the deathly silence of the room, booming like thunderclaps in the small space, causing dust to fall from the walls, as if the entire room trembled in her rage. "Look at you, you inhuman creature! We're getting married in two months, and you've done something so shameful! What do you want? Are you trying to play me for a fool? Don't you even want to marry me? Confess! Have you been seeing other women?" She roared hoarsely, waving her hands wildly in the air, as if she wanted to tear everything in front of her to shreds to vent her hatred.

Wang Jing endured the excruciating pain emanating from his wound, a pain that felt like thousands of steel needles piercing his muscles and bones. His body twitched slightly involuntarily from the unbearable agony. But his mind was racing. He thought to himself, "This stupid woman, I'll let you run wild for now. Once I get the Spirit Serpent Poison Technique manual, you'll be in for it." On the surface, he feigned a pitiful and desperate expression, his voice trembling and weak, tinged with a sob: "Wanmei...please listen to me...I really don't have any other women. I went out today to settle some old scores. Those people have a deep-seated hatred for me. They set up a treacherous ambush. Although I fought desperately, they outnumbered me, and I was no match for them. That's why I was injured. Wanmei, you've always been the only one in my heart. This marriage is my dream, how could I not want to get married? I still hope to spend my life with you, sharing wealth and glory." As he spoke, he tried to pull at Mu Wan's clothes with his blood-stained hand, but at the last moment, as if afraid of being rejected, he shrank back, his eyes revealing a perfect hint of inferiority and cowardice.

In truth, to gain Mu Wan's trust and obtain the Spirit Serpent Poison Technique manual as soon as possible, Wang Jing had often disguised himself. He would deliberately show Mu Wan's infatuation and obedience, patiently following behind her when shopping, carrying large bags of things, with a fawning smile on his face. No matter what Mu Wan said, he would nod in agreement, never arguing even with obviously unreasonable requests, and would find various reasons to praise Mu Wan's intelligence and decisiveness. Once, Mu Wan, in front of everyone, unjustly accused a waiter of poor service and even threatened to fight. Wang Jing knew that Mu Wan was being unreasonable, but he immediately stood up, pretending to be indignant, loudly reprimanding the waiter and supporting Mu Wan, attracting the attention of bystanders, but he didn't care at all, only caring whether Mu Wan was satisfied.

Hearing these words, Mu Wan's anger showed no sign of abating; instead, it was completely enraged. Like a raging cheetah, she lunged at Wang Jing, stomping her foot so hard that the ground seemed to tremble slightly, kicking up a cloud of dust. Without hesitation, she reached out, her fingers curling into sharp claws, and viciously grabbed Wang Jing's collar, the force as if she wanted to rip it off. Then, with all her might, she yanked Wang Jing up from the ground, tearing his abdominal wound open and causing blood to gush out like a fountain, splattering onto Mu Wan's hands and body. But she paid no heed, her eyes blazing with rage as she stared at Wang Jing, her fury seemingly capable of burning him to ashes.

"You useless piece of trash! Do you even know who I am? I am the granddaughter of Mu Yangzi, the patriarch of the Mu family! This marriage was arranged by our elders; your ancestors must have accumulated eight generations of good karma to be worthy of me! If you dare to have even the slightest thought of breaking off the engagement, I will make sure your entire family disappears from this world without a trace, leaving you wishing you were dead!" Mu Wan's voice was shrill, like fingernails scraping against glass, and her high-decibel scream made Wang Jing's eardrums ache. With that, she mercilessly threw Wang Jing to the ground. His body, like a tattered rag doll, slammed heavily into the pool of blood, splattering a cloud of blood that enveloped his already disheveled form.

Wang Jing lay on the ground, curled up in agony, his hands tightly clutching his wounds, his body trembling uncontrollably, his face contorted in pain, as if enduring the cruelest torture imaginable. Yet, deep within his lowered eyes lurked a cold mockery and triumph. He sneered inwardly, "You arrogant, domineering, utterly foolish woman, vent your anger to your heart's content. Soon, once I obtain the Spirit Serpent Poison Technique manual, I will not only make you pay a terrible price for what you've done today, but I will also trample the Mu family underfoot and become the overlord of the martial world. Then, you'll know that opposing me was the biggest mistake of your life." But his lips continued to murmur, "Wanmei… I was wrong… I really dare not…" His voice was filled with despair and fear, enough to evoke pity in anyone who heard it, unaware that it was all a carefully crafted facade.

"Wrong? Hmph! What's the use of saying all this now?" Mu Wan stood to the side, arms crossed, looking down at Wang Jing with disdain and contempt, as if looking at an ant as insignificant as dust. "From now on, you'd better stay home obediently, not a single step outside! If I find you doing anything improper again, I'll let you taste the power of the Mu family! You ungrateful wretch, being able to marry me is a blessing you earned in your past life, you'd better cherish it, or else you'll be sorry!" With that, Mu Wan turned abruptly and strode towards the door, each step filled with anger and authority. Before leaving, she kicked the door hard, the door slamming shut with a loud bang, as if it were lamenting Wang Jing's seemingly miserable situation, unaware that a much larger conspiracy was brewing beneath this seemingly calm surface.