I think my luck is turning around.

Huang Meng pointed to a corner hidden by the screen. Lin Jingqing and Huang Lan both looked over, but Lin Jingqing went first. The scene was truly frightening; the eyes were open, as if staring intently at the ground. But the person showed no signs of life!

Lin Jingqing pushed the screen down, exposing the corpse to Huang Lan. It was such a horrific scene that Lin Jingqing didn't want to look at it any longer.

Huang Lan recognized him immediately as her own brother, Huang Yu. Huang Lan's eyes were filled with disbelief; such fratricide was truly tyrannical! Huang Lan's eyes were now filled with tears; everything was beyond redemption.

“I’ve preserved it very well, just waiting for you to come back and see it! Do you know how many methods I used to preserve his body? He’s been dead for a year, and he hasn’t seen you for two years!”

Huang Meng spoke calmly, but then, after gently calling Huang Lan's name, he strangely stood up. He stared at his younger brother like a predator eyeing prey—not even his biological brother, but someone whose blood could be exchanged for his sister's. After all, he had previously sacrificed his second brother, Huang Yu, to exchange for his sister's three days; could Huang Lan also exchange for three days now?

"Huang Lan, you've already seen it, why don't you go keep your brother company!"

As he spoke, Huang Meng began to snarl, about to charge at him, but at that moment, a soft sound pierced through Huang Meng's head from the roof beam. A small thud was heard, and a bullet hole appeared in Huang Meng's forehead.

"I knew it! You have someone helping you too. I am a god helping me!"

And you! You're all trash!

Huang Meng did not fall to the ground as expected, but instead became terrifying. Blood was still flowing from the bullet hole, and some of the black blood that flowed out had begun to dry on his face, body, and the ground.

Huang Lan naturally wanted to scream at the sight, but the sound got stuck in his throat. He couldn't make a sound, but the person on the roof beam jumped down and stood in the study, looking around at the surroundings.

"It seems physical attacks are useless, so let's try something else!"

Shi San took out the guns he had prepared beforehand, but these had been modified. The thing on Huang Meng's body was a kind of evil spirit. Just a small demon was enough to bring about the destruction of an entire country.

Having already passed through the hands of Zhou Ganshan's weapon-making department's top elder, this weapon had become a magical artifact. Shi San, lacking spiritual power, had no choice but to approach Lin Jingqing, who resembled Han Renguan, and hand him the gun.

"Come on! Shoot him!"

Shi San's voice was cold, as if he were doing something perfectly ordinary. Lin Jingqing, on the other hand, had already suppressed his nausea and raised his pistol to point at Huang Meng. Only then did Huang Meng realize that his male concubine had changed; this was no longer his Lord Han, no longer the vessel he had painstakingly chosen.

"Where did you take Han Renguan?"

As he spoke, Huang Meng's face grew increasingly ferocious, sending chills down the spines of those who saw him. In a flash, another shot pierced the head. The moment the sound rang out, the ferocious expression vanished, but the person before him was now a desiccated corpse.

From the roof beam, Ren Pingsheng surveyed the surroundings; it was already quite safe. He nodded to An Ge, who then spoke, "Didn't I say to let Huang Lan handle this person? It's best not to interfere in matters between brothers."

The three landed from the roof beam. An Ge's legs were still a little weak from the sudden jump, and she clung tightly to Song Tianqing's waist.

Sometime during the night, Huang Lan's facial illusion had vanished; perhaps it had disappeared the moment he was recognized! Huang Lan sat stunned on the ground, staring at Huang Meng, his royal brother, his elder brother—all gone. He had returned too late!