Chapter 91 His Blood (Part 2)



Xiao Nanhui stood by and watched quietly. From her initial surprise and confusion to her current enlightenment, she began to understand: Why had An Lu's skills increased so much in just a few months of absence, and why had he even used the technique of summoning wind from thin air? It turned out to be all because of the contents of the bottle.

Everyone yearns for power. Only by gaining power can one win dignity and secure a place for oneself.

But what she couldn't understand was that some people would pay a price they couldn't afford in order to gain power.

She was willing to work hard on the school training ground day after day for ten years, and was willing to sacrifice the comfortable life in the small building among flowers, just to get a body that was tempered into steel and full of strength.

But she wouldn't trade her soul for it.

To her surprise, Na Anlu seemed to know what she was thinking and cast a mocking look at her.

"People like you don't understand. With my original body, even if I broke my bones and tore my tendons apart and reconnected them, I would never become a master in my own right. Others wouldn't even look at me. This is what I paid for with my life, and it should have been mine!"

Xiao Nanhui was stunned, then said seriously, "But there are many people in this world who are born weak like you. Even if you can't practice martial arts, you will still be respected if you study and study. Does having power only mean you can kill people?"

"If I don't kill people, others will come and kill me! What's the point of studying? It can't change the fate of being born a lowly person!" The gray face suddenly raised up, looking at the young face of the emperor, eyes full of jealousy, "It's all you, all this is because of you. You are obviously the same as me, why... why can you be unharmed...?"

"Why?" The emperor's robe slowly arced in front of him. "It's probably because the substance in your bottle is the same thing flowing through me."

Xiao Nanhui was stunned by this sentence.

What? That bottle contains... human blood?

An Lu was quiet for a moment, then burst into a strange laugh: "You lied to me, you wanted to lie to me! That bloodline has been cut off long ago, there is not much blood left even from the dead, how could you..."

The man didn't answer him, just looked at him quietly.

"You lied to me! You're a liar!" He was defeated by the other party's calmness, and raised his head towards the ceiling of the stone chamber, as if he wanted to penetrate the stone chamber and point it straight to the sky. "Where are there any gods in this world?! Tell me, if gods really exist, where was they when my poor sister was lying on her sickbed, struggling desperately?! Where was they when I begged and pleaded not to take away my last relative?! Why didn't those people who squeezed her blood dry on a daily basis and refused to even give her saliva when she was sick for fear of being infected by her illness be punished?! I don't believe it, you lied to me, you lied to me..."

Sharp screams echoed in the stone chamber, sounding like crying and laughing.

Xiao Nanhui's eyes showed reluctance as he shouted, "Your sister is already dead! You know this better than anyone. You said you were doing this for her, but does that make you feel any better?!"

"I didn't!" An Lu looked at her with bloodshot eyes, and every word he said seemed to be spoken to her, and also seemed to be spoken to himself, "I'm not doing this for myself, I'm doing this for her, for her! He said he would bring her back, he said it, he will definitely do it..."

"Yeah?"

The emperor who was watching the show finally moved again. He loosened his fingers, and the vermilion bottle fell to the ground and shattered, revealing a curled-up handkerchief inside.

"This is An Yun's handkerchief. You got it when you killed that brothel servant named Jin Dou'er. Do you remember?"

Regardless of An Lu's expression, he gestured to Xiao Nanhui, took the torch from her hand, and moved towards the silk handkerchief on the ground.

With a light sweep of the torch dipped in kerosene, the thin layer of cloth woven with silk threads caught fire in an instant.

"What are you doing? Stop it!?"

The man ignored An Lu's accusation, turned around, picked up a piece of broken bottle at random from the ground, held it in his hand, and hung it high above An Lu's head.

An Lu's eyes began to move involuntarily along with the hand.

The handkerchief was being slowly consumed by the flames, but he could not take his eyes off the hand.

The five pale fingers were slightly clenched, and a dark red liquid emerged from between the fingers, dripping down.

An Lu stared at the blood, then turned to look at the handkerchief on the other side that was turning into ashes, and suddenly struggled against the chains like a madman.

His mouth was wide open, his tongue was sticking out, and every hair on his body was reaching out to the dripping red, but no matter how he struggled forward, he was always just a little bit away from the dripping red.

He was like a hungry dog begging for food for many days, and had long forgotten his dignity.

The man slowly withdrew his bleeding hand.

"Look, this is your choice."

The last bit of light and fire devoured the silk handkerchief, and it turned into a pile of ashes and disappeared into the crevice of the stone in an instant.

Xiao Nanhui's heart also began to cool down a little.

She felt sad for the little remaining family affection of the pitiful and hateful man, and was also chilled by the emperor's cold-blooded and ruthless way of playing with people's hearts.

She lowered her eyes, not wanting to look at the disgusting but real scene.

"I will try to pry out every word you need to know, but there's no need to rush today."

An Lu pretended not to hear and still stretched his neck to reach the small pool of dark red scattered on the ground.

The chain was so strong that it made his eyeballs bulge out, the blood vessels in his neck burst due to the force, saliva and foam appeared at the corners of his mouth, and a "ho ho" sound came from his trachea.

My dear, there is more to this chapter. Please click on the next page to continue reading. It will be even more exciting later!

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