Chapter 76 Seven Days of Withering

This fear comes from the unknown and from the extreme desire to die together in his eyes!

It seemed as if the next moment, he would take her into the abyss without hesitation!

Seeing the fear that flashed across her eyes, Xue Minglan not only did not restrain himself, but instead seemed to get some kind of twisted satisfaction.

His hand tightened!

Instead of strangling her neck, he suddenly pulled her waist into his arms!

Chen He was caught off guard and crashed into his bloody arms!

My chest pressed against his hard chest, and I could even feel the wet heat coming from his wound.

His arms held her tightly like an iron hoop!

There was no tenderness in this hug, only suffocating possession and coercion.

Then he lowered his head, and his warm breath brushed against her ear.

His voice was as soft as a dream talk, but it carried a chilling chill that gnawed at the bones.

"Chen He..."

"I am now..."

"I really hate your clear eyes!"

Did he hate them for easily tearing apart the mask he had carefully woven?

Or was he annoyed that they ruthlessly revealed the dark corners of his heart?

Or perhaps, the deeper hatred comes from the fact that they can never be the same as before, and that exclusive tenderness and dependence have become an unreachable past.

At this moment, Chen He's body seemed to be tightly entangled by invisible chains, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Beside my ears, I could hear his heavy and hot breathing, like a wild beast lurking in the night, humming an unknown desire.

The strange scent lingered on the tip of my nose - the unexpected encounter of the rusty smell of blood and the cold aroma of tea, which inexplicably made me feel uneasy.

What was even more horrifying was that the words, with their bone-chilling chill and indescribable magic, silently penetrated into the depths of her consciousness.

Clear?

Are her eyes still clear?

Shen He himself didn't know.

These eyes, having experienced the filth and betrayal of the previous life, have long been covered by thick dust. Where can one find a trace of clarity?

This is ridiculous!

Now, she met his gaze and looked at herself in his eyes.

Yes, the face is still the same as before, but the two people are no longer the same as before!

"The carved railings and jade steps should still be there, but the red face has changed."

She whispered this poem by Li Houzhu, her voice full of sarcasm, like a sharp blade, gently cutting through his already scarred heart.

***

Outside the teahouse, the long street stretches out, bustling with hustle and bustle, weaving a picture of the world.

The crowds of people are constantly moving back and forth, the sounds of horses' hooves and wheels are interwoven into a melody, and the cries of vendors on the street rise and fall, making the place extremely lively.

In this bustling and noisy environment, a figure walks leisurely, seemingly a little detached from the surrounding noise.

He was dressed in a simple yet elegant brocade robe, his figure was as straight as a pine tree, and his steps were neither fast nor slow.

Holding tightly in his hand a string of newly bought candied haws, the juicy red hawthorn fruits were tightly wrapped in a layer of crystal clear sugar coating, sparkling with an attractive luster.

He tilted his head slightly, and his clear eyes scanned the surroundings curiously. Every scene seemed to touch the innocence in his heart.

It was the Sixth Prince Xiao Jingchi!

He licked the candied haws and looked aimlessly at the shops on the street.

When his eyes passed by the teahouse called "Qingfang", his footsteps paused almost imperceptibly.

***

Xue Minglan tightened his grip.

Chen He's body was stiff and he even forgot to breathe.

A mixture of humiliation and fear attacked her like ice, causing her to instinctively twist her body slightly in an attempt to escape from this disgusting restraint.

However, it was all in vain.

Xue Minglan keenly caught her slight resistance and tightened his arms with such force that it seemed as if he wanted to break her waist.

His thin lips were almost touching her trembling earlobe: "If I were you,"

He whispered, his voice filled with a warning that brooked no resistance: "At this moment, no words will be spoken."

Chen He's movements suddenly froze, as if he was locked tightly by invisible shackles.

She raised her eyes and met his eyes that were filled with madness and bloodshot.

His eyes said that if you moved again, he would really do something more terrible.

Reason told her that a head-on confrontation at this moment would do no good.

She pursed her lips, forced herself to calm down, and really didn't make any more sounds. She just stared back at him coldly with the eyes that he "hated so much".

In this suffocating silence, voices could be faintly heard from the private room next door.

It was blurry at first, as if covered by a thick layer of cotton wool.

But soon, the sound penetrated the thin wall and clearly entered Chen He's ears.

A deep and hoarse male voice broke the silence, carrying a hint of sinisterness and disdain:

"That cunning old fox in Renxinzhai is really good at playing that 'resurrection from the dead' scene."

"A raging fire seemingly reduced the shop to ashes, but in reality, it was a cicada escaping from its shell, quietly transferring all its 'treasures' to a hidden medicine shop in the western suburbs."

Chen He's heart suddenly tightened, as if it was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand!

Renxinzhai? The fire?

Then, a shrill, flattering, and complacent male voice rang out, like an unpleasant mosquito in the night wind:

"It has to be Master Xue's 'Seven Days of Withering'. He uses it so brilliantly!"

"Even the stern and impartial King Zhou was fooled and didn't suspect anything at all!"

King Zhou? Chen He was shocked. Zhou Yan'an!

And what is "Seven Days of Withering"? !

Chen He's breathing stopped involuntarily, and the air around him seemed to solidify at this moment, leaving only the beating of his heart like a drum, echoing in his ears.

She could feel that the arm around her waist seemed to tighten slightly because of the conversation next door!

Before she could think about it, a female voice interrupted with a sneer, revealing a chilling tone:

"Don't forget,"

"The corpse,"

"The Xue family's son personally tested it,"

"Can there be any mistakes?"

boom--!

It was as if a thunder exploded in Shen He's mind!

The Xue family's son... the autopsy... the fire at Renxinzhai... Zhou Yan'an was deceived...

These fragmented words instantly pieced together a horrifying outline of the truth in her mind!

She turned her head suddenly and looked at Xue Minglan who was so close to her in disbelief!

His face still had that kind of paranoid madness, but deep in his eyes, there seemed to be a very fast and very obscure strange light passing through.

Was it him?! The fire at Renxinzhai, the body believed to belong to the owner of Renxinzhai, was actually his doing?! Was the so-called accident actually a complete conspiracy?!

The boss of Renxinzhai is not dead?

So now, it is in Xue Minglan's hands?

He has such a witness?

What is he going to do?

An even more terrifying thought flashed through her mind like lightning!

She was trapped in this small space and forced to listen to the conversation next door.

He brought her to this teahouse today. Was this adjacent private room intentional?! *

He let her hear this on purpose?!

Why? !

Is it to show off his skills? Or is there another purpose?!

Chen He felt a chill rushing from the soles of her feet straight to her head, making her feel cold all over!

The Xue Minglan in front of her was a hundred times more terrifying than she had imagined!

This man was not only crazy, but also meticulous and ruthless! Why on earth did he let her listen to all this?!

Xue Minglan understood the confusion and wariness in her eyes.

Suddenly, his fingertips slid across her cheek and he looked at her deeply: "Chen He, don't you know——"

"Do I love you?!"

She suddenly raised her eyes and met Xue Minglan's bloodshot eyes, which were filled with pain and love!

Xue Minglan looked at the panic that flashed across her eyes, and felt pain and bitterness in his heart.

He smiled self-deprecatingly, with endless bitterness.

"Oh……"

"Before, I didn't dare to say it."

"I know that you only have eyes for him, that high and mighty Xiao Jingren!"

"Who am I? I'm just the bastard of the Xue family, an insignificant person!"

"I can only watch you from afar, like a pathetic creature!"

His voice was filled with resentment and anger that had been suppressed for many years!

"But what about now?!"

He approached Shen He's face, his breath was hot!

"You finally walked out of his world!"

"You finally see what kind of person he is!"

“But you…”

He stared at her intently, with thick, unrelieved pain in his eyes!

"But you chose that idiot Xiao Jingchi!"

Chen He's face was pale, his lips moved, but he couldn't utter a word.

Xue Minglan looked at her helpless look, and a hint of madness flashed in his eyes!

“Sizzle!”

A sound of silk tearing!

He suddenly tore open his collar!

Rough action!

Revealing the fair yet firm chest!

On the chest, there were several winding, streaky, shocking purple lines!!!

They are like living creatures!

Along the faintly visible meridians!

Appearing and disappearing!

Chen He's pupils suddenly shrank!!!

Breathing, stopped instantly!!!

The whole person felt like being poured with ice water!

Chilled to the bone!!!