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Chu Xingyao's footsteps echoed in the narrow passage, each step accompanied by caution and vigilance.

Her miniature robotic dog moved nimbly ahead, the light from the camera dancing on the damp walls, bringing a touch of life to the gloomy space.

Her gaze was firm, and although the stench of blood permeating the passage made her brows furrow involuntarily, her will did not waver.

Soon, she arrived at a small space that was almost swallowed by darkness.

Here, she found a man lying on the cold ground, barely clothed, his body covered in shocking wounds.

Some of the wounds had just scabbed over, while others were still bleeding, silently telling the story of the torment he had endured.

His tendons in his hands and feet were cruelly severed, rendering his body unable to move.

The knife wounds on his face were so deep that the bone was visible. If he hadn't received timely treatment, these scars would have remained on his face forever.

A complex emotion welled up in Chu Xingyao's heart. She knew that in this world, the importance of appearance was self-evident, and these scars were undoubtedly a trampling on this man's dignity.

She crouched down and carefully observed his condition, silently assessing his injuries and potential value.

"who are you?"

Chu Xingyao's voice echoed in the small space. Despite the alteration, it still revealed a kind of ethereal beauty, like a wind chime gently swaying in the night breeze, crisp yet gentle.

Although the man had his eyes closed, he had not completely lost his senses. He could sense the speaker's temperament and emotions from her voice, and he couldn't help but picture a woman of exceptional beauty in his mind.

However, the man's silence was not unreasonable; his experiences had made him wary of outside voices.

Three years of imprisonment exposed him to too much hypocrisy and deception. Those who pretended to come to rescue him were simply trying to extract secrets from him before discarding him like a rag.

His soul had long been tormented by these betrayals and exploitations, and he was now skeptical of any promise.

Seeing that the man remained silent, Chu Xingyao's voice revealed a firm and undeniable promise:

"I can save you." Her words were simple and direct, without any fancy words, yet they possessed a convincing power.

The man still didn't respond, but Chu Xingyao wasn't discouraged. She continued:

"I really can get you out of here, but there are conditions."

She knew that in this world full of exchanges of interests, unconditional help was almost non-existent, and she didn't want to create unrealistic expectations for the man.

Finally, the man spoke. His voice was hoarse, like a withered tree weathered by time, revealing a deep weariness and distrust:

"You really want to save me?" His words carried a hint of challenge.

Chu Xingyao answered without hesitation: "Yes, my medical skills are excellent, and I will definitely be able to restore you to your original state, including the tendons in your hands and feet that were severed."

Her voice was full of confidence, a confidence that came from years of experience and learning.

The man responded in a flippant tone:

"I can tell from your scent that you're a virgin. I don't need to heal you, but I'm feeling restless being imprisoned here and can't go to a brothel. Why don't you use your virginity to help me?"

His voice carried a hint of mockery and disdain, as if he were using this method to protect his fragile self-esteem.

A flash of anger crossed Chu Xingyao's eyes; she would not tolerate anyone treating her this way.

The crisp sound of Chu Xingyao's palm touching the man's cheek echoed in the narrow space.

Her movements were decisive and powerful, without the slightest hesitation.

The man's laughter stopped abruptly after the first slap, but then erupted into even more unrestrained laughter, as if Chu Xingyao's actions had only added a touch of amusement to his misfortune.

"Haha, even though you're flat-chested, I don't mind. You can be on top."

The man's laughter was laced with obvious sarcasm and disrespect; his words were like a sharp knife, attempting to sever Chu Xingyao's dignity.

A cold glint flashed in Chu Xingyao's eyes; she was not swayed by the man's provocation.

She slapped him again with her backhand, this time with even more force. The knife wound on the man's face, which had just begun to heal, was torn apart by the force, and blood gushed out again, flowing down his cheeks, making his face look even more ferocious.

This time, the man's laughter stopped, and his expression became complex, showing both pain and a hint of barely perceptible awe.

His voice lowered, carrying a hint of provocation: "The stupidest people are those who slap themselves with their hands. I don't believe your hand doesn't hurt."

His words carried a provocative tone, as if he were testing Chu Xingyao's bottom line.

Chu Xingyao did not respond. She simply looked at the man quietly and then gently waved her hand in front of him.

Although the man's eyes were open, they were extremely beautiful peach blossom eyes, clear and deep with distinct black and white, but they were unfocused, indicating that the man had lost his sight.

A pang of sympathy welled up in Chu Xingyao's heart, but she didn't show it on her face.

A self-deprecating smile played on the man's lips, and his voice revealed a world-weary vicissitude and a free spirit.

His amnesia was not a pretense, but a real predicament, yet his attitude was unusually open-minded, as if he had accepted his fate and no longer had any expectations of the outside world.

"Get out. I have amnesia, and you won't find what you're looking for here."

His words carried a hint of authority, as if even in this situation, he still maintained a certain arrogant attitude.

Although his eyes were empty, the nonchalance in his tone was genuine; he seemed to have grown accustomed to being forgotten by the world, accustomed to loneliness and despair.

Chu Xingyao stood in front of him, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.

She realized that this man was not as simple as she had initially thought; his identity and experiences were likely far more complex than she had imagined.

She was not deterred by the man's indifference; instead, it strengthened her resolve to uncover the mystery of his identity.

She took his pulse directly, her fingers gently resting on his wrist, her eyes closed, concentrating on sensing any abnormalities within his body.

Her pupils contracted sharply, and a look of shock appeared on her face: "It's actually the Annihilation Gu, and the poisoning has lasted for at least ten years."

Her voice carried a hint of disbelief. This kind of poison was extremely rare and cruel. It not only deprived people of their senses but also trapped them in an endless illusion from which they could not escape.

Chu Xingyao knew that the conditions for making this kind of Gu poison were extremely demanding, requiring three very special types of heart's blood, as well as the willing acceptance of the person afflicted by the Gu.