A thin, pale hand gripped his chin, forcing him to lift his head.
The chief steward dared not look Linghu Sheng in the eye, his entire face trembling with fear.
Linghu Sheng looked at him with a smile and turned his head to the side.
Goodbye, my little money—
The chief steward let out a wail in his heart and subconsciously closed his eyes. However, after waiting for a while, he was surprised and apprehensive to find that he was not dead.
"The...the landlord?" His voice was trembling.
Linghu Sheng smiled and pointed in a direction. The chief steward looked in that direction and saw the bamboo screen being slowly pushed open by an invisible current. First, a head with its eyes gouged out was revealed, followed by a body that had been cut in half at the waist, with bloodied intestines spilling out like giant worms all over the ground... A pair of eyes were staring intently at the chief steward.
"Ah—!" The head steward was so frightened that his soul almost flew away. His fat face turned pale, and he collapsed to the ground. He felt a warm sensation in his lower body, followed by a foul smell that filled the air.
He was so scared that he peed himself.
Linghu Sheng stood up, glancing at him with utter contempt. "This is the consequence of disobedience and disloyalty. What, do you want to become like that too?"
The chief steward snapped back to his senses, hurriedly kneeling down and bowing his head obsequiously: "I don't want to! I don't want to! I swear I will always be loyal and obedient! If you point east, I will never dare to go west. Whatever you need me to do, I guarantee I will complete it swiftly and efficiently!"
He was truly terrified this time, and the last bit of greed in his heart completely vanished. He finally understood what kind of demon was standing in front of him!
"I'm giving you one last chance. Do this well, and you can continue as your chief steward. If you don't—"
The head steward hurriedly kowtowed, saying, "I can do it! I can do it! I will definitely do it!"
After waiting for a while without any response, the head steward cautiously glanced up at Linghu Sheng's face. Seeing that he was just looking at him expressionlessly, he mustered his courage and said, "Then, then, Master, I'll go down first?"
Linghu Sheng remained silent and turned to walk behind the desk.
The head steward couldn't figure out what he meant, but since he didn't say anything more, he assumed it was tacit agreement, so he got up tremblingly.
However, he hadn't taken more than a few steps when he suddenly felt a chill in his chest and froze on the spot.
He lowered his head, revealing a section of a calligraphy brush handle covered in blood on his chest.
The head steward slowly turned his head, opened his mouth and silently asked: Why...?
Why do you still want to kill me after I've already sworn an oath?
Linghu Sheng tilted his head and calmly watched him fall.
"I hate it when someone interrupts me when I'm speaking."
He seemed to be talking to himself, muttering to himself, then suddenly remembered something and slapped his forehead in frustration.
"You also dirtied my floor—oh dear, twice over, you got off easy."
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