Chu Yuan, standing behind Xiao Jin, raised an eyebrow, glanced at Xiao Jin's slightly stiff back, and stroked his chin with interest.

He has always enjoyed watching other people's drama, especially since this drama involves Wen Baiqiu, so he wasn't in a hurry to go out.

Liu Man laughed until tears streamed down her face, her voice sharp and venomous: "That was all a carefully planned show by Xiao Chengzhi and me. Who told your Wen family to block our way? Your sister Wen Lan is also a fool."

Since you don't know what's good for you, then I'll send you to your deaths!

Look, a perfect 'accident,' and they're all dead. How clean! I just didn't expect... you bastard, you're so tough, surviving a fall from such a high cliff.

What a pity! His brain was damaged in the fall, turning him into a useless piece of trash who doesn't even recognize his enemies!

Every name Liu Man uttered was like a red-hot branding iron, searing into Wen Baiqiu's heart.

Wen Hongru…Lin Wan…Wen Baisong…Sister-in-law…Nephew and niece…

These names and faces, buried deep beneath the ruins of memory, are filled with endless warmth and love.

Accompanied by Liu Man's venomous narration, like a scab being forcibly torn open, a soul-wrenching pain surged through Wen Baiqiu's mind!

A sharp headache surged through him like a tidal wave, and countless fragmented images flashed wildly through his mind: his parents' loving smiles… his older brother's large hand patting his shoulder… his sister-in-law's gentle eyes… the clear laughter of his nephews and nieces…

Then came the screeching of brakes, the rolling of the vehicle… a cliff, excruciating pain… darkness…

And in my blurry vision before I finally lost consciousness, I saw Liu Xin's face standing on the edge of a cliff with a cold smile!

He remembered everything. As for Liu Xin, he was Liu Man's older brother.

"Wen...Bai...Qiu..."

Hidden in the shadows, Xiao Jin murmured to himself, word by word.

She finally remembered why the name sounded familiar.

At this moment, Liu Man's words undoubtedly tore away the veil that had been covering her eyes all along. Xiao Jin remembered that the original owner's mother had a younger brother named Wen Baiqiu.

Liu Man also confirmed the other party's identity with herself.

Whoosh!

Xiao Jin suddenly looked up at Wen Baiqiu's position. So... he was the original owner's last blood relative!

"Ah—!" Wen Baiqiu let out a painful growl, his body trembling violently, as if he was about to collapse from the impact of this sudden fragment of memory, and the veins on his hands, which were gripping the bookshelf, bulged.

As Liu Man watched his pain, her face showed even greater pleasure, as if she were watching a meticulously directed drama.

"Remember now? Hahaha! Painful? Desperate? Too bad, it's too late! Today, I'll make you, the last remnant of the Wen family, disappear completely!"

"Go to the underworld and reunite with your short-lived relatives!" A poisoned dagger appeared in her hand again, and she approached step by step with a sinister smile.

Wang Yuqing, who had been hit on the ground by the spatial barrier and was bleeding from her head, was so frightened by the sudden change that she forgot to scream and just stared wide-eyed in terror.

Just as Liu Man's dagger was about to pierce Wen Baiqiu's "weak" body—

The figure, who had been groaning in pain and seemed on the verge of collapse, suddenly raised its head!

All the pain, weakness, and trembling receded instantly, like the tide!

Those eyes, once gentle and warm like jade, were now as cold as ice that had stood for millennia, with a deep blue flame burning within them, a flame capable of incinerating everything, a flame called revenge!

Where is there even a trace of the curse taking effect?

"Heh~ A high-level curse?" Wen Baiqiu's voice was terrifyingly calm, each word like an ice bead hitting the ground: "The taste is not bad, but unfortunately, it's still a bit lacking in 'cooking time'."

On the other side, Xiao Jin, who was about to draw his long sword, slowly loosened his grip on the hilt and looked ahead with an inscrutable expression.

The sinister smile on Liu Man's face froze instantly, and her pupils shrank to pinpoints!

A wave of overwhelming fear washed over her like ice water. She suddenly realized—she'd fallen for a trap!

He was faking it! He had already discovered him!

"You...you weren't infected?!" Liu Man's voice trembled with extreme fear.

"Otherwise what?" Wen Baiqiu slowly straightened up, elegantly dusting off non-existent dust from his white suit, his composure chilling.

"Just some underhanded tricks..."

"I've had some doubts since I came here, and I just want to hear you explain it to me in person."

His gaze was like a knife, scraping inch by inch across Liu Man's pale, distorted face: "Thank you for your 'story,' it's wonderful, and also... damn it."

As the last word was uttered, Wen Baiqiu moved!

There was no earth-shattering fanfare, only movements that were both extremely elegant and extremely fast.

He appeared before Liu Man as if by teleportation, and in her terrified gaze, his long, slender, fair fingers gently brushed against Liu Man's wrist, which was holding the dagger, as if plucking a flower.

"Snap!"

A crisp cracking sound rang out! Liu Man's wrist twisted at an uncanny angle in an instant!

The poisoned dagger clattered to the ground!

"Ah—!" Liu Man let out a shrill scream.

But this is just the beginning!

Wen Baiqiu's fingers did not leave; instead, like the most skillful musician, they brushed across the joints of her arms and shoulders.

Every gentle touch was accompanied by a sickeningly loud cracking sound of bones dislocating!

Liu Man's arms hung limply down like a puppet without its strings, the intense pain almost causing her to faint!

Immediately afterwards, Wen Baiqiu's fingertip touched her brow. An overwhelming spiritual force, like a cold steel needle, pierced her sea of ​​consciousness.

Liu Man's eyes glazed over instantly, all her screams and resistance came to an abrupt halt, her body stiffened completely as if her bones had been removed, leaving only heavy, fearful breathing.

She was completely controlled!

Wen Baiqiu gracefully bent down and picked up the dagger that Liu Man had brought, which was gleaming with a ghostly green poisonous light. The cold blade reflected his cold, handsome face in the dim red light.

"A blood debt must be repaid in blood." His voice was as calm as if he were stating a fact.

He manipulated Liu Man's stiff body, making her raise her intact hand on her own, and then inserted the cold hilt of the dagger into her fingers that could still barely move.

"The pain you inflicted on my family..." Wen Baiqiu's voice seemed to come from the depths of hell: "You... will experience it for yourself."

In the reflection of Liu Manya's bloodshot pupils, which were almost bulging out of their sockets due to extreme fear.

Under the absolute control of Wen Baiqiu's icy will, the hand that was holding the dagger was raised uncontrollably, slowly and firmly!

The knife tip was pointed at her own cheek!

"No...no...Wen Baiqiu...please..." Liu Man whimpered desperately, her face contorted with tears and snot.

"I was wrong, I shouldn't have done that."

Liu Man was frightened, and she pleaded with Wen Baiqiu again and again.

But Wen Baiqiu's eyes remained as still as an ancient glacier, without the slightest fluctuation.