The child's flute flew straight towards the flowerbed.
Upon reaching the door, hearing the things inside overturned and the roar of King Jing, his foot hesitated for a moment before kicking the door.
"Bang!" The door opened, and Tong Di gasped at the sight before her, even though she was prepared.
King Jing was like a wild beast out of control, his eyes bloodshot as he overturned everything, the large patches of bloodstains on his dark red robes a sight to behold.
Lin Qingwan fell at his feet, curled up and motionless. Her clothes were no longer recognizable as their original color, covered in blood, with only the dry and wet parts distinguishable.
The king's boots stomped on the bloody gash on her forearm again and again, each time squeezing out another spurt of blood.
The blood was black.
A large patch of bright red hibiscus around King Jing was strangely decaying; its roots were turning black, its petals were withering and falling, and a nauseating stench filled the air.
It's like a terrifying purgatory.
"Why did this happen! Why did your blood kill them!"
Zhao Yan questioned Lin Qingwan like a madwoman, the light in her pupils beginning to dim, a hint of mockery in her eyes, "Didn't I say we'd all perish together?"
Zhao Yan's voice cracked, "You bastard! I'll kill you! I'll chop you into mincemeat!"
"stop!"
Lin Qingwan's eyelids twitched, and she vaguely saw a figure. Was that guard Tong, with his arm bound...?
"Tong, Tong..."
She couldn't actually make a sound, but Tong Di swore he heard her.
Upon seeing Tong Di, Zhao Yan's pupils contracted. "My affairs are none of Zhao Cong's business!"
"Someone come here!"
"Kill him for me!"
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