The moment the door opened, he collapsed to the ground as if all his strength had been exhausted.
He then slowly crawled forward with his hands for a while, and closed the door after he was fully inside the room.
It was an extremely simple matter, yet Que Fu was panting heavily.
After a while, Que Fu, having recovered, slowly moved towards the bathroom, turned on the light switch, and then picked up a towel from the side and put it in her mouth.
He slowly leaned his body against the wall, placed his hands on his right leg, touched the injured area, gritted his teeth again, and tightened his grip.
Straighten the misaligned bone.
The intense pain was drowned out by the sound of the flowing water.
Que Fu finally smiled with satisfaction.
He found the clothes the butler had mentioned and changed out of his dirty clothes.
He then took out the silver dagger he had hidden and began to caress it carefully.
The knife wasn't particularly sharp; it was even a bit dull, because he didn't want to give the man a quick death.
He still remembered that the sword he had given Yan Li was even harder and sharper, so that she could kill him with one blow.
But he didn't expect that Yan Li had no intention of killing Wen Ze at all. In fact, after learning that he was cursed to kill Wen Ze, he was willing to die himself.
Foolish, so foolish.
Evil spirits are most adept at bewitching people's minds; she has already been bewitched by Wen Ze.
But so what? With him around, once Wen Ze dies, his evil magic will naturally disappear, and Yan Li will naturally be able to recognize her own heart.
Que Fu remembered a rumor that said that midnight was when that person's strength was at its weakest.
Didn't Wen Ze boast that none of them could be his match?
He'll see tonight who can save him.
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