Chapter 181
Qunfangyuan is the largest tavern in the entire Jinhuai City. There are no girls serving drinks there, only entertainers who play the zither and sing songs. Unlike the brothels full of beautiful women, Qunfangyuan only sells wine and entertainment, nothing else.
The moon was bright tonight, and the streets were well-lit even without lights. Fu Cen sat alone in a private room on the second floor. He had been drinking for most of the night, but he looked as steady as a mountain, as if he wasn't drunk at all.
A carriage was parked downstairs. Steward Zhao sat inside, feeling restless. He had urged Fu Cen several times before, but Fu Cen showed no sign of returning home. The servants accompanying him stood in the cold wind, their limbs stiff, constantly stretching their bodies. After hesitating for a moment, Steward Zhao finally spoke up: "Go up and see how the master is doing. It should be dawn in two hours. Go quickly and fetch him out. He's been drinking like this day and night; it won't be easy to explain to the madam!"
The servants, having received their orders, hurried into the tavern to find Fu Cen. Steward Zhao alighted from the carriage, and soon after, he heard Fu Cen's angry shouts from above. Several servants were shoved down from the second floor by him, each of them falling flat on their faces, groaning in pain.
Fu Cen had been drinking and couldn't control his strength. When he exerted himself, no one could withstand him. Fortunately, these servants had all learned martial arts from Steward Zhao, so they didn't get seriously injured, but they didn't dare to go upstairs again.
Steward Zhao exclaimed "What kind of behavior is this?" three times in a row, and had no choice but to go upstairs himself. He said earnestly, "Master, please stop drinking. Things have not been peaceful in the building lately. Madam just had a miscarriage and is still heartbroken. If you drown your sorrows in alcohol, the child will not come back. You should go back as soon as possible."
Fu Cen was frustrated and had nowhere to confide in. Staying at Mingyue Tower, he had to listen to his beloved wife's constant weeping and lamenting, and also hear the servants gossiping and pointing fingers at Fu Xiang. He couldn't stand staying at home, and when he went out, the gossip he heard was everywhere. The Luo family and the officials came to his door day and night, and Fu Cen was exhausted from dealing with them. He could only hide in the secret passage during the day and not see anyone, and then go out to drink at night. His life was very stifling.
Fu Cen appeared calm on the surface, but he was actually quite drunk. He sat down, pressing on Butler Zhao's shoulder, and said with heartache, "They say that to fight external threats, one must first secure internal stability. Tell me, how am I supposed to secure internal stability? Xiang'er, that child, although I don't often praise her and am especially strict with her, I know better than anyone that she has potential. Now that this has happened, her future is about to be ruined. I, as her father, am not so bad as to abandon her, am I? But look at her, will she tell me a single truth? Sigh!"
Butler Zhao pushed the wine cup away from Fu Cen's hand and said, "Miss may have some unspeakable difficulties. In my opinion, since she herself has chosen to settle this privately and said that her departure would benefit Mingyue Tower, why doesn't the tower master allow her to leave? We all know that she has been deliberately framed, and that someone doesn't want her to stay at Mingyue Tower, so let's just let Miss leave. Tower master, you should think things through more carefully. Miss is willing to leave regardless of her future, which means that the power behind her is probably something that even our Mingyue Tower cannot afford to offend. Besides, this matter has already dragged on for so long. Putting aside everything else, it's time for the Luo family to give an explanation."
Fu Cen patiently listened to him finish, but finally couldn't hold back his anger and raised his voice, saying, "What are you saying? Knowing that your own child was framed, I still went along with that person's wishes and kicked Xiang'er out of the house? You can do this, but I, Fu, can't!"
"Isn't this a matter of necessity?" Butler Zhao said. "If we don't let Miss leave the Fu family, then we have to hand her over to the Luo family. There are only two options. How long can you hold out? Sooner or later, things will get out of control."
Fu Cen felt uncomfortable but couldn't refute it. After a long while, he asked, "I told you to go find that maid's family. Where are they?"
The housekeeper, Zhao, said, "The whole family moved away and disappeared long ago. There's nowhere to look for them."
Fu Cen felt a surge of anger rising in his chest, grabbed a wine jar, and gulped down most of it in one go. Seeing this, Steward Zhao tried to persuade him again and again, and finally managed to calm Fu Cen down. The master and servant helped each other out of the Qunfang Courtyard, and the servants immediately lifted the curtain and, before dawn, quickly took the drunken Fu Cen back to Mingyue Tower.
Everyone in the brothel knew about Fu Cen's recent drunken escapades, and the disciples were already used to it, so no one was disturbed. The servants helped Fu Cen back to his study, not to his bedchamber. Steward Zhao instructed two maids to help him undress and quickly wipe his face. Fu Cen then dismissed everyone, refusing any service. He sat alone by the window, wine jug in hand, drinking with the bright moon, so drunk he lost all sense of time.
The evening breeze was cool, and the chill of the spring night was even more intense than in the dead of winter, penetrating to the bone. Fu Cen's mind was nearly turned to mush by the relentless cold wind, but even so, his hearing and senses, honed by years of martial arts training, had not been completely lost due to drunkenness. When he suddenly heard a light footstep, Fu Cen almost instantly dropped his wine jug and turned around to attack from behind, his throat-locking hand moving with incredible speed and force to seize a section of fair and slender neck.
The room was dark, but the moonlight streamed through the window, clearly revealing the identity of the uninvited guest.
Fu Cen narrowed his eyes slightly, and it took him a while to make out who it was. His hand froze, and he said with a surprised expression, "...Master Meng, what are you doing breaking into my Bright Moon Pavilion in the middle of the night?"
Meng Wugui stood with her hands behind her back, her height almost the same as Fu Cen's. The corners of her lips, hidden beneath her veil, curved slightly as she greeted him, "Lord Fu, I apologize for disturbing you so late at night."
Although Fu Cen and she were not close friends, they had developed a certain acquaintance over the years. He immediately let go of her hand and apologized, saying, "I'm sorry, I was a little confused from drinking and offended you. I hope Master Meng will forgive me."
"Master Fu is quite skilled. His throat lock move was fast, accurate and ruthless. It has broadened my horizons."
Meng Wugui's neck was swollen red from being pinched, but he remained calm and composed, as if he was not afraid of Fu Cen's move at all.
"Master Meng, you flatter me. The martial arts of your Nine Immortals Hall are superb. What are my mere child's play compared to that?" Fu Cen turned around and took a new wine cup. "There is no tea in the room, only wine. Since Master Meng has come to see me at this time, you must have something important to discuss. Why don't we sit down and have a drink?"
Meng Wugui scrutinized him for a while, noticing that Fu Cen appeared outwardly normal, but his steps were unsteady and his hands were trembling slightly. Meng Wugui smiled and said, "There's no need for wine. Time is limited, so I won't beat around the bush. I'm here for your daughter's sake. If Master Fu wants to protect his daughter, would you be willing to come with me?"
Upon hearing this, Fu Cen's face immediately lit up with joy: "What, does Hall Master Meng also know about that wretched child?"
Meng Wugui's eyes flickered, his expression kind: "It's all over the martial arts world, so I've naturally heard about it. I came to see Master Fu tonight to bring you good news. I've caught your daughter's maid who fled to avoid punishment. She's currently being held in a manor on the outskirts of the city. I've interrogated her, and she admitted that she was acting under orders. I've thought about it and feel that this matter is not simple, so it's not appropriate to come to see you openly during the day. I can only come when it's quiet at night. If Master Fu wants to turn the tables, the fewer people who know about it, the better."
Fu Cen asked in surprise, "You captured her? You recognize that girl?"
“It’s not me who recognizes her, it’s my disciple who has the ability to remember people after seeing them,” Meng Wugui said. “That girl escaped to Wei City, where our Nine Immortals Hall is located. Even if you sent the entire Bright Moon Pavilion, you probably wouldn’t be able to catch her. Fortunately, my disciple recognized her at a glance, so I was able to capture her and escort her here.”
"Good...good!" Fu Cen was overjoyed, pacing back and forth a few steps before smiling broadly and asking, "Is there anyone else who knows?"
“Not for now,” Meng Wugui stared at him discreetly. “This matter is far-reaching and not as simple as it appears on the surface. Mingyue Tower has been targeted by someone, and of course I cannot let anyone know that I have captured that girl. Although this matter has nothing to do with Jiuxian Hall, I have had many dealings with you, Master Fu. Now that Mingyue Tower is in crisis, I naturally cannot sit idly by.”
Fu Cen was overwhelmed by the sudden good news, and much of his melancholy from the past few days dissipated instantly. He used his internal energy to expel a significant amount of the alcohol from his body, regaining some clarity. Fu Cen said, "Very well, I'll trouble Hall Master Meng to lead the way. I'll go and interrogate that girl myself!"
Meng Wugui smiled slightly and stepped aside, saying, "If we can't go through the main gate, let's climb through the window. Master Fu, you've been drunk for a while, are you still able to move around freely?"
"No problem!" Fu Cen waved his hand and immediately jumped onto the windowsill and off.
Meng Wugui watched his retreating figure, then turned around and gave Afu, who was hiding in the shadows, a look. Afu understood immediately, and immediately climbed out of another window, rushing back to the outskirts of the city ahead of schedule.
In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the two left the city and arrived at the gate of a secluded manor deep in the mountains and forests on the outskirts.
Fu Cen traveled swiftly, having nearly exhausted the alcohol in his body along the way. Seeing that the manor was so remote and had no candles, it was clearly abandoned for a long time, yet it also seemed to have been cleaned and tidied up. He asked, "May I ask when Master Meng arrived in Jinhuai City?"
Meng Wugui pushed open the door and led the way, replying, "It's been two days. This place used to be a dilapidated manor. I was afraid that bringing people into the city rashly would be noticed, so I ordered my disciples to tidy it up and use it as our temporary residence. I wanted to meet you sooner, but I haven't found a suitable opportunity yet. This way, please."
Fu Cen had been drinking at Qunfang Courtyard almost every night for the past few days, except for tonight. Every time he returned to Mingyue Tower, he was served by a large group of people, and there were guards outside the door, so it was difficult for Meng Wugui to find him. Thinking of this, Fu Cen became suspicious and quickly followed Meng Wugui into the hall.
Hearing the commotion, the disciples who had been resting quickly came out, lit lamps, and greeted Fu Cen with clasped hands. Fu Cen asked impatiently, "Where is he? Where is he?"
Meng Wugui stepped aside, lifted the beaded curtain for him, and said calmly, "He's lying down."
It was pitch black inside, and the light from the outer hall couldn't penetrate. Fu Cen could only make out the silhouette of a person lying on the bed.
“There’s something I forgot to tell you,” Meng Wugui said from behind him. “This girl has a fiery temper. She knows she won’t have a good ending if she falls into my hands, so she’s tried to kill herself quite a few times these past two days. Yesterday, I accidentally made her run into a wall, and she was seriously injured. If Master Fu wants to ask her any questions, you’ll have to go up to her and ask her directly.”
The night was deep, and the mountain wind felt even colder. Fu Cen looked at the figure and suddenly felt a little suspicious for some reason. He glanced at Meng Wugui, whose eyes were calm, whose posture was dignified, and who was not afraid to meet his gaze.
Fu Cen frowned slightly and hesitated for a moment. Meng Wugui did not urge him, but waited quietly for him to make his move. After a while, Fu Cen smiled again and stepped inside. However, after taking only a few steps, he suddenly turned around and attacked Meng Wugui.
No one in the entire hall saw how he drew his sword. The disciples only felt a flash of cold light in their eyes before the tip of Fu Cen's sword was already pressed against Meng Wugui's heart.
Seeing this, the disciples' expressions changed, and they immediately drew their weapons and quickly surrounded the attacker.
Meng Wugui remained remarkably calm. Upon seeing this, he not only did not dodge but also waved for his disciples to step back, smiling as he looked at Fu Cen and asked, "What is Master Fu doing?"
Fu Cen sized her up, a half-smile on his face: "Master Meng, I was drunk tonight, but not to the point of losing my mind. You tricked me into coming here with a dead man, what are you planning to do?"
Meng Wugui's eyes flickered, and upon hearing this, she laughed three times: "Dead?" As she spoke, she once again parted the beaded curtain, raised her chin, and said, "Master Fu is cautious in his actions, which is a good thing. However, I, Meng Wugui, am indeed acting with good intentions. Take a closer look and see if that is a dead person or a living person?"
Fu Cen's eyes were sharp. He didn't turn around immediately. He scrutinized Meng Wugui for a while before turning his head slightly to look into the inner room. He saw that the figure on the bed seemed to have moved twice. The hand that had been resting on his waist was now hanging down by the bedside, and the fingers were still twitching slightly.
“A dead man can’t do such a thing,” Meng Wugui said, pinching the sword tip between his two fingers and slowly pushing it away. “Master Fu, don’t waste time. Ask your questions now. If people find out you’re not at Mingyue Tower, and someone follows the trail, things will get complicated.”
Fu Cen's mind raced, and he pondered many things in that short moment. His gaze shifted, and when he looked at Meng Wugui, he burst into laughter: "It was just a small test. Please don't take offense, Hall Master Meng. There has been some turmoil at Mingyue Tower, and I've been on edge lately. I'm wary of everyone. If I have been disrespectful in any way, please forgive me, Hall Master Meng."
“Of course,” Meng Wugui laughed. “But let me make this clear: there’s no such thing as a free lunch. I’ve helped Master Fu this time, and if your daughter is exonerated in the future, Master Fu will owe me a favor. You must do me a favor in return.”
Upon hearing her words, Fu Cen thought to himself that Meng Wugui was not simply being kind to him; she had something to ask of him and wanted to use it to make a deal with him.
Normally, Fu Cen would have utterly despised such behavior, seeing it as nothing short of taking advantage of someone's misfortune. But given the current extraordinary circumstances, he didn't mind too much, and because these words convinced him that Meng Wugui could profit from him, he dispelled some of his doubts.
Fu Cen thought with a touch of arrogance: Even if Meng Wugui really did have ulterior motives and deceived him, what could she, a woman, plus a few third-rate young disciples, do to him?
Each with their own thoughts, they exchanged a friendly smile, and Fu Cen sheathed his sword and walked straight to the bedside.
As the distance closed, he still couldn't see the face of the person on the bed. Fu Cen kept an eye on the movements behind him, bent down and grabbed the wrist of that hand.
There is no pulse.
Fu Cen sneered inwardly. Upon closer inspection, he discovered that the hand was wrapped with extremely fine silk threads, which he didn't know were connected to somewhere. As long as someone was controlling it from the other end, the hand could create the illusion that it could still move.
Fu Cen's face turned cold, but he pretended to be nonchalant and casually put his hand back on the person's waist. While whispering the maid's name, he prepared to take the initiative against Meng Wugui.
Before he could make a move, a crisp "click" sounded from somewhere. Fu Cen's eyes darkened, and he immediately leaped up, intending to break through the roof and escape. However, just as he was halfway up, a heavy iron cage suddenly descended from above, blocking his path in an instant.
Fu Cen groaned, his head spinning from the impact of the iron cage. He didn't have time to think and quickly turned around, trying to dodge to the side before the cage could cover him. However, a sudden barrage of arrows forced him back. Fu Cen could only hastily raise his sword to defend himself and was forced to fall back to his original spot amidst the chaos.
The next moment, the iron cage descended from the sky, crashing to the ground like a thousand-pound weight. Fu Cen was forced to flee by the stray arrow and was instantly trapped inside the iron cage.
"Meng Wugui!" Fu Cen roared in fury, "You vicious woman! I have no grudge against you, why are you doing this!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the disciples in the hall stopped firing arrows. Meng Wugui chuckled twice and stood outside the beaded curtain, speaking softly to him: "Fine wine is good, but one should not overindulge. Master Fu, if it were any other day, my little trick would not have lured you here. It's just that you drank too much and were too eager to save your daughter. Now you have fallen into my trap, and in this desolate wilderness, no one can save you."
Fu Cen felt a chill run down his spine. At this moment, he couldn't help but hate his arrogance just now. He had made a big mistake. He should never have underestimated a woman!
"What do you want!" Fu Cen had clearly used all his strength, but he couldn't budge the iron cage at all. He could only shout at Meng Wugui, "It was you...it was you who killed Xiang'er! You are the one who really wants to deal with Mingyue Tower!"
“That’s a misconception,” Meng Wugui said. “The culprit who framed Fu Xiang is someone else, but Mingyue Tower is indeed something I’ve long coveted.”
Hearing her say this, Fu Cen became even more furious. When Meng Wugui saw him begin to circulate his true energy in an attempt to break free of the cage by himself, he couldn't help but sneer, "Don't waste your energy. This is a specially made Dragon-Trapping Prison by the Nine Immortals Hall. Even if you hadn't eaten that stuff, let alone the wine that my disciple added to your drink, it wouldn't be easy for you to escape."
Long before the disciples set up the traps, Afu had already gone to the Qunfang Courtyard and poisoned all the wine jars. This Soft Fragrance Powder would only make ordinary people feel weak and they would be fine after a good night's sleep. But if a martial artist took it, it would weaken their power by half and it would take three days to recover. However, it was slow to take effect, and the poisoning would occur when the poisoned person used their true energy.
When Fu Cen used his internal energy to force out the alcohol, he had already sensed something was wrong on the way, but he didn't think much of it at the time, assuming that he was just feeling dizzy and weak from drinking too much. Now that he had circulated his internal energy, the effects of the drug came on quickly. Fu Cen pushed against the iron cage with all his might, but soon he felt palpitations and shortness of breath. His internal energy became increasingly stagnant and he couldn't control it at all.
The iron cage was square and made entirely of black iron. As soon as it fell to the ground, the locks buried under the floor tiles emerged under the force, tightly fastening the four iron bars. It was a pipe dream to lift this thing up by hand, and it was equally impossible to break it by hand in Fu Cen's current state.
"You want to kill me?" Fu Cen laughed angrily, but quickly calmed down. "Even if you kill me, Mingyue Tower will never be yours. Even if I die here, you have no right to become the tower master!"
Meng Wugui slowly approached him and said gently, "You're wrong again. I never wanted to be the head of any sect." As she spoke, she raised her hand and lifted her veil. "The only person who could be the head of the sect from beginning to end was your daughter, Fu Xiang. You didn't know that, did you? She was also my disciple. Otherwise, why do you think she was able to travel such a long distance back to Jinhuai City to find her family? Without anyone's help, how could she have found them?"
Upon seeing Meng Wugui's appearance, Fu Cen looked surprised and exclaimed, "You...you are Shen Mandong?" He was shocked and looked at Meng Wugui carefully for a while before changing his words, "No, you are not Shen Mandong. You look so much like her, who are you?!"
“You don’t need to know who I am, and it doesn’t matter to you,” Meng Wugui laughed. “All you need to know is that you will not leave here alive today.”
After she finished speaking, she snapped her fingers. The disciple behind her immediately understood and walked to the wall to turn a lamp. Fu Cen felt a tremor under his feet, as if some mechanism had been activated. He hurriedly grabbed the iron cage and suspended himself in mid-air. In that instant, the place where he had just stood suddenly collapsed downwards, revealing a hidden world beneath the carpet, which had already been hollowed out.
"You—!" Fu Cen gritted his teeth and said, "You vicious woman with a heart of a snake!"
Meng Wugui remained unmoved by his insults, simply turning his head and calling out, "What are you all standing there for? Come out."
The disciples all moved to one side. Behind the crowd, Afu squatted in the corner, clutching her bow. Her eyes were red and swollen, though no tears were falling.
“Kill him,” Meng Wugui said to Afu calmly. “This man is a caged beast and can’t cause any trouble. You can either shoot him dead with an arrow or knock him down. The water below is mixed with corpse-dissolving powder, so he will be dissolved into dust when he falls in. You can decide how he dies. It’s all up to you.”
Afu remained motionless, her eyes revealing fear and confusion.
"Kill him!" Meng Wugui had no patience to coax her into doing it, and shouted sternly, "If you don't kill him, it proves that you and your senior sister are of one mind. You listened to everything I said before, but empty words don't count. You have to prove it to me with your actions. Fire the arrows now!"
Afu trembled uncontrollably, her lips chattering, tears welling in her eyes, but she dared not let them fall. She looked at Meng Wugui almost pleadingly, her voice hoarse, "Master... I... I can't do it..."
Meng Wugui's eyes were cold.
"Please don't force me... I beg you!" Afu held back her tears for a long time, but finally broke down in sobs. "He is my senior sister's own father. How can I kill him? If I do, I will become my senior sister's father's killer. How can I face her in the future? If she finds out, she will definitely kill me to take revenge!"
Meng Wugui coldly replied, "You're only afraid she'll seek revenge on you, but aren't you afraid I'll clean house now?"
Afu's face turned deathly pale, and she said sorrowfully, "You can do whatever you want with me, just please don't make me kill anyone, especially not this person. Master... I just can't bring myself to do it, please spare me... I beg you!"
"You worthless piece of trash!" Meng Wugui's voice was fierce. "Tonight, you must take action. Think it over carefully: do you want him reduced to a stagnant pool, or do you want to leave him with a complete corpse? If you don't kill him, Mingyue Tower will never fall into my hands. Do you believe that Nangong Min already has plans to deal with me? Your senior sister is weak and incompetent, and you've also broken my heart! If you insist on not firing the arrow this time, I'll kill you first!"
Afu was so terrified that she stood frozen in place, speechless, desperate and helpless.
Meng Wugui stopped using threats and inducements. She stared intently at Afu, her eyes gradually filled with undisguised murderous intent. Afu had never seen Meng Wugui look at her like that before. Her limbs went cold, and she felt a chill run down her spine. She could only tremble as she nocked an arrow, drew the bowstring, and aimed it at Fu Cen in the iron cage.
Fu Cen had been struggling for a long time, and with nowhere to put his feet, he hung himself above the pool, his eyes fixed intently on Afu.
"Kill me...kill me!" Fu Cen shouted, "If Xiang'er knew I died at your hands, she would never forgive you for the rest of her life! You will live with the torment of your conscience for the rest of your life, imprisoned by nightmares day and night. You have become an unforgivable sinner at such a young age. One day, you will also be punished, and you will die a more miserable death than I did!"
Afu was in a daze, and the bow and arrow fell from her hand. She burst into tears again, covered her ears with her hands, and cried out hoarsely, "No, no...! I won't kill you, I won't kill you... I won't kill anyone!"
Seeing that she was hesitant to act and her mind was swayed by Fu Cen, Meng Wugui's patience had completely run out. Meng Wugui chuckled and turned to the disciples beside him: "She's unwilling, so what are you going to do?"
These disciples had no feelings for Fu Xiang and no dealings with her, so they wouldn't be as conflicted as Afu. They raised their bows and arrows again and launched a second attack on Fu Cen without mercy. Fu Cen had already dropped his sword and was gripping the iron cage tightly to steady himself, so he had no energy to dodge. He was hit hard by the arrows, and the gushing blood quickly stained his robes.
"Meng Wugui! You'll die a horrible death!" Fu Cen, his chest and back pierced by arrows, coughed up mouthfuls of blood. His eyes wide with rage as he glared at Meng Wugui. "You're so vicious! You...you'll go to hell sooner or later! Just wait and see who Heaven spares! Even as a ghost, I won't—"
Before he could finish speaking, Meng Wugui shot him in the heart, extinguishing Fu Cen's last breath in the cage.
The room fell silent instantly.
The disciples all stopped, but Afu remained in her original position, staring at Fu Cen with bloodshot eyes. After a long while, she let out a heart-wrenching scream.
“He was a real man, he didn’t let go even in death,” Meng Wugui said coldly as he watched Fu Cen die, but his hands were still gripping the iron cage tightly. “It’s a pity he didn’t know that the pool was filled with water and there was no body-dissolving powder at all.”
The disciples were overjoyed and burst into laughter.
"Congratulations, Hall Master!"
"This time, Mingyue Tower is determined to win. What a brilliant plan, Master!"
"There's no time to lose, let's go and rescue that young master!"
...
“There’s no rush,” Meng Wugui reset the mechanism, and the floor tiles in front of the bed immediately closed. “We have to let the people from Mingyue Tower find out on their own. You don’t need to tidy up this place; just leave it as it is.”
One of the disciples asked in confusion, "Aren't you going to clean it up?"
Meng Wugui said, "That's right, I won't clean up. I want Fu Xiang to know that I killed Fu Cen." After saying this, she walked step by step to Afu and looked down at her. "As for you, you are so useless that there is no point in me keeping you by my side. From this moment on, our master-disciple relationship is severed. But don't worry, I don't want to kill you. The world is vast, you can go wherever you want. But if you dare to ruin my plans in the future, don't blame me for being ruthless."
Afu stared at her blankly, her once lively face now devoid of its former radiance, lacking any of its former carefree brightness.
Meng Wugui glanced at her, said nothing more, and led his disciples away from the hall without looking back.
The room was a mess, and the strong smell of blood filled every corner. Afu stared blankly at Fu Cen's corpse, his words still echoing in her ears.
"One day, you will also get your retribution, and you will die a more miserable death than I did!"
Her clothes were soaked with cold sweat, and as the cold wind blew, Afu shivered uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face in the empty mountain village.
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