I forgot to tell you a good news. The Feiyan Army was destroyed outside Xiling Pass yesterday by the Yang family army of Haoyue Jiangling Prefecture and my Zhengxi Army.

The heads of your five uncles were all hung on the wall of Xiling Pass this morning."

"Ah! Shen Xu! I'll kill you, I'll kill you!"

The beauty screamed and cried frantically, "Chen Xu, you beast, let me go, let me go!

Not long after, the beauty seemed to be tired of shouting, and her voice gradually weakened and turned into weak sobs and moans.

"Chen Xu, I won't let you go even if I become a ghost..."

The crying stopped abruptly...

After a while, Fu Yi put on his clothes and walked out of the room. He calmly wiped the blood off his face, his expression still numb and indifferent as he ordered, "Give him a proper burial."

Ye Wanqing floated at the door of the room. Seeing Leng Jue's appearance, she trembled all over. She could no longer bear this dream, but she could not escape it at all.

She slowly floated into the room and saw the beauty on the bed with her clothes disheveled and covered with a quilt. Her tears had smudged her makeup, but still couldn't hide her beautiful face.

Blood oozed from the corner of her mouth, and blood splattered from one side of her neck, staining the bed sheet beside her head red. In her hand, she tightly grasped a hairpin, the tip of which was stained with a deep bloodstain.

She must have used that hairpin to commit suicide.

Ye Wanqing, who was tied to the pillar, had been untied. She sat on the ground, her body trembling with fear. She cried and laughed wildly, shouting hysterically outside the house:

"Hahaha, Shen Xu, you are so pitiful. You can never get what you want, and the person you love will splatter your face with blood until he dies.

Do you feel good? Are you comfortable? "