Sizzle—!

The faint sound of a blade slicing through flesh was chillingly clear in the deathly silent study.

The first cut, starting from the corner of Liu Man's left eye, was a deep, bloody gash that revealed bone and torn flesh! Blood gushed out instantly!

"Ughh ...

Sizzle! Sizzle!

The second cut, the third cut...

The dagger, like the cruelest carving knife, slowly and precisely cut into Liu Man's face, neck, and arms!

Each cut avoided vital points, yet brought extreme pain.

Wen Baiqiu controlled her arm, making her clearly feel the blade cutting into her flesh, the warmth of the gushing blood, and the cold despair of life slowly slipping away!

This is not a battle, but a cold, elegant, and extremely cruel form of torture!

A bloody trial inflicted on the enemy by the victim himself!

Blood flowed like a stream, soaking Liu Man's glaring red robe and pooling on the ground into a thick, dark red puddle.

Her screams had long since become hoarse and inhuman, her eyes were unfocused, and all that remained was boundless fear and pain.

Wang Yuqing, who was lying paralyzed to the side, had already fainted from fright.

When the final cut slit a deep gash across Liu Man's neck, which was covered in knife marks and resembled a broken rag doll, severing her trachea and arteries, Wen Baiqiu finally released his mental control.

Liu Man's body collapsed to the ground like mud, gurgling sounds coming from her throat, and blood gushed out from the wound on her neck like a fountain, staining a large area of ​​the ground beneath her.

But it seemed that the passive ability of some item had been triggered, and a white light enveloped Liu Man, pulling her unfocused gaze.

However, this is not a good thing for Liu Man.

Wen Baiqiu will not let her live. This kind of treatment will only make Liu Man feel the pain more clearly.

Sure enough, Wen Baiqiu raised an eyebrow, seemingly pleased with the outcome.

He didn't do anything further, but left the willow vines there.

"This ending is more fitting for you, but don't worry." Wen Baiqiu didn't even glance at the pile of rotten flesh.

He elegantly took out a snow-white handkerchief and slowly wiped away non-existent bloodstains from his fingers, as if he had only brushed away a speck of dust.

All around, only the thick, pungent stench of blood remained, along with Wen Baiqiu's icy voice, as cold as a divine pronouncement, echoing eerily:

"This is just the beginning. Even if you travel through every dungeon in the survival game, Xiao Chengzhi, and everyone in your Liu family who has the blood of the Wen family... none of them will escape."

"No need."

Just then, a clear, decisive voice, like an icicle piercing the frozen, bloody air, came from the study doorway.

Everyone turned around abruptly!

Xiao Jin leaned against the decaying door frame, his dazzling red wedding robe looking as if it had been bathed in blood in the dim light.

Her hair was as black as ink, which made her stunningly beautiful and sharp face even more breathtaking.

She crossed her arms, her long sword leaning against her side, her eyes calm and unwavering as she met Wen Baiqiu's sudden, stormy gaze.

“The one surnamed Xiao…” Xiao Jin’s voice was flat, as if he were stating a trivial matter that had nothing to do with him, “I have already sent him to his death.”

Along with all of Liu's accomplices, they were all packed up and sent to the underworld ahead of time.

boom--!

These words were like a thunderclap, sending chills down the spines of the few remaining people nearby!

Wen Baiqiu's pupils suddenly contracted: "What do you mean by that?" He had already noticed Xiao Jin and the others watching from the side.

Xiao Jin's gaze swept over the willow vines on the ground, finally landing on Wen Baiqiu's face, carrying a complex emotion that seemed to transcend time: "I am Xiao Jin..."

She paused, then clearly uttered the long-forgotten name: "My mother is Wen Lan."

"Pfft—cough cough cough!"

In the corner, Chu Yuan, who had been trying to keep a low profile and listen intently to the show, suddenly choked on his own saliva and coughed violently!

He frantically pulled a small bag of sunflower seeds from the pocket of his tactical vest. His eyes widened, gleaming with disbelief and a burning, gossipy fire.

Good heavens!

Did the top-ranking celebrity make a family reunion at the event?

Is it still this kind of script about deep-seated hatred?

This is way more exciting than dungeons!

He eagerly cracked open a sunflower seed, the crisp cracking sound particularly clear in the deathly silence.

The moment Liu Man heard "Wen Lan" and "Xiao Jin," her unfocused pupils suddenly erupted with extreme shock and resentment, as if in a final burst of energy.

A hissing sound came from her throat as thick, viscous blood gushed from the wound on her neck.

She stared intently at Xiao Jin's face, a face so different from the timid, silent, and foolish stepson she remembered!

The facial features... are similar!

But how could that murderous aura, that cold, domineering gaze... be possible?

"No...impossible!" Liu Man used her last strength, her voice hoarse and broken, like a broken gong: "How could you be Xiao Jin...that good-for-nothing...should have died long ago...I don't believe it...she doesn't have this ability..."

Although everyone knew the name of the top-ranked person, Liu Man, Xiao Chengzhi, and the others never imagined that this 'Xiao Jin' would be the Xiao Jin they knew.

They just want to curry favor with powerful figures.

Furthermore, with witnesses from people who knew the Xiao family in Beijing, and the number one candidate remaining silent, it was only natural that Liu Man and Xiao Chengzhi's lies were taken as truth.

As a result, many people tried to win them over by sending them various rare items.

But Liu Man never expected that Xiao Jin would not die in the survival game's dungeon, but would live on in a completely transformed state!

Wen Baiqiu, however, had no time to pay attention to Liu Man; his brain was racing!

Xiao Jin?

Before his family 'died,' his sister Wen Lan was indeed pregnant.

Xiao Jin's name was given to her by her father, but... But then Wen Baiqiu shook his head sharply, his gaze behind his gold-rimmed glasses piercing Xiao Jin like a knife.

“No! I accompanied my sister to the prenatal checkup myself, and the ultrasound showed it was a girl! Even if you are my sister’s child, you should be her niece, not her nephew!” He pointed out the key contradiction with unwavering certainty.

"Pfft—!" Chu Yuan spat out the melon seeds he had just put in his mouth, choking and turning his face red.

Even Zhan Wenzhen's perpetually icy expression cracked slightly. He clenched his fist against his lips, his shoulders twitched suspiciously, and his eyes behind his glasses kept glancing at Xiao Jin's cold face with an air of academic inquiry.

"Bang—!"

Suddenly, a loud bang!

Lu Jing's tightly closed door was violently kicked open. He leaned against the door frame, his hoodie pulled low, revealing only a pale, thin chin and a wide, blood-red, thin mouth.

Those eyes, hidden in the shadows, now seemed to have discovered a rare treasure, gleaming with an extreme, morbid excitement as they were fixed on Xiao Jin.

The knuckles on the bone whip were unconsciously rubbed together, producing a soft clicking sound.