For several days in a row, Wen Ze suffered increasingly severe backlash, vomiting blood several times a day, and he had to keep it a secret from the people in the house.
The butler, who had witnessed all of this, silently began to make arrangements for the funeral.
First, they purchased a fine crystal coffin, then prepared incense and candles, and even created a very atmospheric mourning hall.
The mourning hall was also carefully designed, placed in a room that was always dark, and filled with the finest preservatives so that the surviving person could see the coffin and remember their loved one.
Someone will always die.
The butler thought to himself silently.
The butler's actions were blatant, with no intention of doing it secretly. If the castle hadn't been so unpopular, he probably would have held a grand and lavish celebration.
Invite a bunch of people to sing, and then set up a few tables for a banquet to collect some favors.
What a pity!
Before long, the two people upstairs who were in the same boat found out about it.
Yan Li naturally assumed that the coffin was prepared for her, since she was indeed not far from death.
Wen Ze, unusually, offered no explanation. He even carried Yan Li to that room and placed her in the crystal coffin.
"Ah Yan, take a good look. If you really die, I won't let you be buried. Do you like it?"
"If you're not satisfied, feel free to tell me."
Yan Li smiled.
She's dead. Who cares about the living when someone dies? If he wants, he can scatter her ashes for fun.
The crystal coffin was lined with the finest furs, snow-white and incredibly soft. The moment she lay down, she really didn't want to get up.
Yan Li sighed, little did she know that her words would come true.
It was the 16th of the seventh month, at midnight.
A full moon hangs high outside the castle, but inside the castle, a deathly stillness prevails.
Wenze's blood suddenly lost its effectiveness without any warning.
He sat on the edge of the bed, holding the unconscious Yan Li in his arms, and repeatedly bent down to transfer his blood to her.
The pale lips were given a touch of color, but it looked like makeup on a porcelain doll, extremely incongruous.
Wen Ze's hand trembled slightly as he placed his hand on Yan Li's pulse.
Love is indeed not suitable for gambling.
He was destined to be a loser.
But fate still smiled upon Wenze once.
The weak pulse gradually improved a little under Wenze's persistent treatment.
It really is only a tiny bit.
Wen Ze breathed a sigh of relief and hugged her even tighter.
After being unconscious for three days, Yan Li regained some energy and opened her eyes to see Wen Ze with red eyes.
She was startled almost instinctively, but quickly regained her composure: he must have been half asleep. He naturally had red eyes, so there was nothing strange about it.
However, the curse was frantically reminding her at that moment:
'Kill Wenze, leave the castle, and survive.'
'Yan Li, do you really want to die? Do you even remember what your mission is?'
'Wake up! Kill him...'
Just as Yan Li was at a loss for what to do, another voice suddenly rang in her ears.
"Are you awake?" Seeing that she didn't respond for a long time, Wen Ze asked softly again, "Ayan, are you willing to die by my hand?"
It was an extremely nonsensical sentence, yet it carried a clear murderous intent.
Yan Li has finally come to her senses.
She didn't have much strength at the moment. After blinking a few times, she remained silent and didn't respond to him.
To be honest, she had absolutely no intention of feeling sorry for the person in front of her who was about to kill her.
Objectively speaking, however, he appears to be in worse mental condition than she is, a woman who is about to die.
His lips were dry and chapped, his eyes were almost entirely covered with red veins, and there were several half-healed scars on his left wrist.
He sat on the chair by the bed, watching quietly.
Seeing that Yan Li was not surprised, Wen Ze seemed to have thought of something, "I thought the princess's body would be something special, but now it seems that it is nothing special."
He clicked his tongue lightly, seemingly trying to express his dislike, but his slightly trembling voice betrayed him.
"That's enough. I've gotten tired of this these past few days; it's been pretty boring." Wen Ze said, and then prepared to pick up the dagger on the counter.
Yan Li: "Okay."
"As you wish."
He thought his words would stir even the slightest bit of revenge in Yan Li, but in fact they did not.
Yan Li on the bed simply closed her eyes, quietly accepting the fact that he was going to kill her.
ill.
Wen Ze couldn't take it anymore. He stood up and pressed down on Yan Li, the tip of the knife hovering between her forehead.
"Open your eyes!"
Many times, he could sense that Yan Li didn't love him to the point of dying for him. She shouldn't be so calm. "Yan Li, what are you running away from?"
"Wouldn't it be easier to end this if you killed me?"
Yan Li was extremely obedient and actually opened her eyes again.
At this moment, Wen Ze was kneeling on either side of his body, holding a dagger in his right hand and supporting himself on the wall at the head of the bed with his left hand.
"Wen Ze, kill me, and the backlash from the curse will end. No one in this world will be able to take your life anymore. Isn't that better?"
Yan Li parted his thin lips slightly and spoke calmly.
"If it weren't for you, there would be someone else. Don't you understand?"
Wen Ze suddenly chuckled, his hands trembling: "As long as I don't die, people will keep coming to kill me."
"It will never stop!"
Yan Li: "But those people are no match for you, are they?"
As she spoke, she reached out and grabbed Wen Ze's wrist, which was holding the dagger, pulling it down to her own neck: "Didn't you say you didn't want to die?"
"What a coincidence, I've just lived long enough."
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