The flames of the wall lamps connected in a line on the stone wall flickered, and occasionally mosquitoes and moths would fly over, and the air was filled with the smell of rot and burnt mold.

Zhang Daoling seemed to be oblivious to Cheng Ying's words, like a stone statue, not moved by the outside world at all.

Cheng Ying's face looked very bad, half of his handsome face was illuminated by the firelight, and the other half was hidden in the shadows. Tonight he was inexplicably irritable and violent, with a thirst for blood and killing.

He hadn't had this feeling for a long time. In the first few years after he became the head of the Imperial Household Department, he relied on killing people to quell this desire for destruction. Later, he killed too many people, and his hands were stained with blood, which made him disgusted. The exhaustion of being unable to get what he wanted and being powerless to turn the tide made him numb, and the manic desire for destruction in his heart gradually subsided.

But now there are signs of a resurgence.

Cheng Ying frowned, and a layer of irritability covered his gloomy face. He was extremely agitated and no longer had any patience with Zhang Daoling.

Kill him, kill him and it's all over.

There is no such thing as reincarnation. It was all a scam and Zhang Daoling deceived him.

This man should go to hell!

If Cheng Ying had not been deceived by him, she would not have been so optimistic and delusional that she could meet Jiaojiao again in Taiyan one day.

It was Zhang Daoling who gave him hope that he shouldn't have! Kill him, kill him! Kill him and there will be no more pain and trouble!

A scarlet murderous intent flashed in the depths of Cheng Ying's eyes. He stood up from the armchair, walked towards the iron cage step by step, grabbed the thick iron chain on the ground through the iron bars, and suddenly dragged Zhang Daoling over with force. He reached his big hand into the gap of the iron bars and accurately grasped Zhang Daoling's neck.

Zhang Daoling opened his eyes when he was dragged up, and saw Cheng Ying's ferocious face. Zhang Daoling's pupils shrank slightly, and he wanted to resist, but he was too skinny to do anything.

Three years of imprisonment in darkness, where he had to eat raw snakes and rats to fill his stomach, had already ruined Zhang Daoling's body.

Zhang Daoling was easily lifted up by Cheng Ying's hand. His face turned red, his eyes rolled back, and he felt that his life was about to end.

Zhang Daoling had one last thought in his mind: this is fate, and humans are powerless to change it...

Just when the big hand that was pinching Zhang Daoling's neck was about to crush his shinbone, Cheng Ying suddenly became clear-headed for a moment. He let go of his hand abruptly and grasped the iron cage bars tightly, with the veins on the cold white back of his hand exposed.

Cheng Ying's ferocious face showed a trace of pain. He banged his head against the iron cage and shouted angrily: "Get out!"

Zhang Daoling, who was lying on the ground gasping for breath, vaguely realized something. He got up, dragging the iron chain on the ground and moved away.

Cheng Ying vaguely realized that she was "sick" and began to hear command hallucinations in her mind.

The murderous intent roaring in his mind was giving him a headache. He could only slam his body hard against the iron cage, relying on the pain from the outside of his body to stimulate his brain which was so noisy that it was about to explode.

"roll!"

"Shut up!"

Cheng Ying banged her head against the iron gate and shouted at him.

Zhang Daoling glanced at Cheng Ying's crazy state with his cloudy old eyes, then quietly hid deep in the iron prison, staying far away.

When the sharp voice in her mind finally disappeared, Cheng Ying's face was as pale as paper, her whole body was as if washed with water, her inner clothes were soaked with cold sweat, and blood was dripping down the corner of her forehead from the bruises on her jaw.

He sat back in the armchair somewhat exhausted, breathing heavily against the back of the chair, his hands tightly gripping the armrests. After a long time, he gradually calmed down.

Pulling out a white handkerchief from her sleeve, Cheng Ying wiped each of her fingers vigorously with disgust.

Only after every finger had been wiped red did Cheng Ying drop the handkerchief and feel relieved.

In fact, he didn't care at all that he was tricked into staying in the Fahua Temple for ten years. As long as Jiaojiao could come to this world, he didn't mind waiting for twenty or thirty years.

But Zhang Daoling should never, ever use his most cherished Jiaojiao to set this trap, causing him, who originally wanted to die, to have delusional thoughts, living in this world as a half-human, half-ghost, waiting for Jiaojiao who would never appear here.

Cheng Ying stared at Zhang Daoling, who was huddled in a corner of the prison, with sinister eyes, and almost squeezed out the words from between her teeth: "I have not killed you for so many years. You should know why better than anyone else."

After ten years at Fahua Temple, the person they were waiting for did not come and Zhang Daoling escaped. Cheng Ying then realized that this was a scam. After capturing Zhang Daoling, he locked him up in the Nian Qu Pagoda and did not kill him to vent his anger.

This was because Zhang Daoling had once said that he was not from this world, and later pointed out that he had someone he cared about, and that person's life in another world had ended, and he had a way to make that woman reincarnate into this world.

Although she realized that Zhang Daoling was a liar, Cheng Ying did not dare to gamble on the one in ten thousand possibility just because he revealed that he was from another world and deduced Jiaojiao's birth date, and could only imprison Zhang Daoling.

The funny thing is that no one knows that there are people that Cheng Ying dares not kill.

If we can't kill him, then we can only imprison him until the day he dies.

"Zhang Daoling, I am tired and don't want to wait any longer." Cheng Ying retracted his gaze, leaned back in his chair, and looked up at the dark top of the prison tower. His face was pale and almost transparent, and his voice was full of fatigue. "Why don't we die together?"