Amnesia?
Anger sparked in Rong Zhi's pupils, and each blink seemed to be brewing an even more violent outburst.
He pursed his lips, trying his best to control his emotions, and his breathing became rapid and heavy, his chest heaving like a turbulent sea.
The dean, suppressing his panic and his pale face, spoke again, "Second Master, this amnesia might be temporary. So, Madam Bo..."
The air around us seemed to become heavy with this emotion, so oppressive that it was almost suffocating.
Rong Zhi's brows furrowed, forming two small hills, and his eyes flashed with unease and anxiety.
At that moment, he wished he could draw the needle and kill himself.
The thermos filled with ginger tea was given to Sang Yuwan by him personally.
If only he had been a little more vigilant back then.
He took a deep breath, and as his chest heaved, an indescribable emotion surged within him.
Then, a resolute glint flashed in his eyes, as if he were using that instant of strength to fight against his inner struggle and the invisible constraints of the outside world.
He slowly raised his clenched fist and slammed it against the wall.
A bloodstain was left on the white front.
"Second Master." The dean looked startled and hurriedly went to get the medicine box.
Rong Zhi didn't let him treat the wound, and said in a hoarse voice, "You will stay here 24 hours a day, and you will personally handle all the treatments."
The dean swallowed hard. "Yes, Second Master."
"lady……"
An anxious voice came from the doorway.
The next second, Minglang, who had been missing for a long time, rushed in.
He saw Sang Yuwan lying motionless on the hospital bed, and with a thud, he knelt down in front of the bed.
Instantly, tears streamed down my face.
"Madam, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have left you... Madam, please wake up..."
Rong Zhi's temples bulged with veins, and he walked out without saying a word.
Each step was heavy and powerful, carrying an overwhelming rage.
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Twenty minutes later.
Rong Zhi arrived at Villa No. 1308 in Qinghe Garden.
He slowly descended the steps.
The air was dark and damp, filled with a strong smell of mold and blood.
"Second Master, she has fainted."
The man in black saw him and immediately went to greet him.
Rong Zhi stood on the lowest step and glanced at the woman bound to the iron frame.
Her hair was disheveled and draped over her shoulders, with a few strands stuck together by bloodstains. Her clothes were already soaked with bloodstains, those marks seemingly telling the story of the painful struggle she had endured.
The man in black tensed up. "Second Master, I'll wake her up right away."
Rong Zhi's eyes were dark and deep, and a chilling aura emanated from his body.
The man in black immediately picked up a basin of ice water and poured it over the woman's head.
"Ah..." The woman's body trembled violently, and she suddenly opened her eyes.
"Will you talk or not?" The man in black picked up a long silver whip, preparing to strike her again.
The woman's eyes widened, and her lips were pressed tightly together.
Rong Zhi's face appeared even more somber in the dim light, like the sky before a storm, giving people an involuntary sense of pressure and unease.
"You poisoned Madam Bo with the Cold Fragrance Poison?"
The somber sound seemed to rise slowly from the depths of the earth, carrying an indescribable sense of oppression and heaviness. It wasn't deafening like thunder, but it possessed a power to pierce the soul, causing a chill to involuntarily creep up one's spine.
The man in black froze. "Hanxiang?"
He had considered that the poison this person had given Sang Yuwan was probably the same as the one given to Mingmei.
Surprisingly, it wasn't.
Poison in the bright sunshine is certain death.
Although the cold fragrance can also be deadly, the dosage must be excessive.
If she really wanted Sang Yuwan dead, she could have given her some other poison.
The woman bit her lip until it bled, but remained silent.
Rong Zhi lowered his eyelids slightly, his gaze cold and sharp as a knife. "If you had confessed sooner, I could have spared you some suffering. Shen Yilin is dead. Old Master Shen's days are numbered as well."
The woman's eyelashes trembled violently.
Rong Zhi's deep eyes were as cold as a frozen pool, and his gaze flashed with an undeniable ruthlessness.
His gaze darkened, and the corners of his mouth drooped slightly, forming a barely perceptible, cold curve.
"Second Master, now that the matter has been investigated, there's no need to keep her alive." The man in black gripped his long whip and said coldly.
Rong Zhi's gaze was fierce, and his handsome face was covered with a layer of frost, like a cold and lonely figure in the winter wind, making people dare not make a sound, for fear of disturbing the turbulent gloom in his heart.
Outside, dark clouds filled the sky, the air seemed to solidify, and the oppressive atmosphere made it hard to breathe.
A faint glimmer of light appeared on the distant horizon, like a harbinger of an ancient behemoth awakening. Then, a deep rumble slowly rose from the horizon, like the sound of an unseen hand striking an ancient war drum.
Rumble—
It suddenly started raining heavily outside.
The high walls surrounding the basement are mottled and covered with moss and the marks of time. Every brick and tile is stained with the stench of blood.
The air was filled with a musty, rotten smell, proof that the sun had been out for a long time and that moisture had quietly seeped into every corner.
Raindrops fell gently from the low-hanging eaves from time to time, making a "drip, drip" sound that was particularly clear in the quiet environment, like the slow and heavy footsteps of time.
Rong Zhi glared at the woman fiercely, his eyes filled with gloom.
"Send them to the authorities for prosecution."
The man in black hesitated for a moment. "Second Master, that would be too easy on her. Let's just end it here."
Rong Zhi stood in the shadows, his face hidden from the faint light, seemingly blending into the darkness. His eyes, cold as a deep pool, radiated a chilling light devoid of any warmth.
He stared directly at the woman, as if he could see into the deepest fears and anxieties in her heart.
Suddenly, the corners of his mouth drooped slightly, forming a barely perceptible cold smile. It was a contemptuous look that showed no regard for anything in the world, and a ruthless mockery of anyone who stood in his way.
"Only by bringing her to justice will her family see it."
His words were brief and sharp, each word like a razor-sharp blade cutting through the air and slicing through the woman's nerves.
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