The King of Hell s Genius Pampered WifeThe King of Hell s Genius Pampered Wife
After cleaning up the traces of Heigo and completing her disguise, Xi Yue went to the room where Weizhi and Anling Yan were.
It was already late at night and the surroundings were quiet. Xi Yue could sense that there were many martial artists with advanced cultivation standing guard outside the courtyard.
However, these martial artists were no more than Nascent Soul Stage. For Xi Yue, evading their attention was no problem at all.
Xi Yue soon arrived at the door of Anling Yan’s room. The lights were on, but it was death silent.
She frowned slightly, reached out, and pushed the door open.
As soon as she entered, a pungent stench of blood and the foul odor of urine and feces hit her.
When Xi Yue entered the room and saw the scene in front of her, she was taken aback.
The room was covered in bloodstains, scattered with chunks of flesh, and even bones.
Not far from the corner, the faint sounds of a man and a woman whimpering could be heard, but their voices were faint and weak.
Following the sound, Xi Yue quickly saw two barely recognizable human figures piled in the corner.
They were Chen Baozhu and a man with the early stage cultivation of the Soul Splitting Stage.
The realm lord lady and high-rank martial artist were supposed to be high and mighty. But they were now reduced to a ghastly, unrecognizable state.
When they saw Xi Yue, their eyes lit up, and their whimpers grew louder.
In their eyes, Xi Yue could see a deep fear and a desperate longing for death.
The Soul Splitting Stage man had a piece of flesh stuffed in his mouth, and his eyes bulged in terror. His body trembled with agitation, but his legs were long gone. Only bare bones were visible, shaking amidst the mangled flesh.
Chen Baozhu wasn’t doing any better. Her face was a bloody mess, one eye gone, and her limbs amputated. Even though she once hated Xi Yue, now she could only look at her with blood and tears streaming down her face, silently begging for mercy.
Chen Baozhu silently begged Xi Yue to end their suffering quickly.
Xi Yue slightly furrowed her brows. Even she felt a sense of disgust and was struck by the sheer cruelty of the scene.
She turned her head and saw Anling Yan on the bed nearby, pale and trembling with fear.
Amidst the blood and stench, she also noticed Xi Wuzhi calmly sipping tea, seemingly unaffected.
“Tsk… this kid is quite the psycho,” Xi Yue thought to herself. She sent a stream of spiritual energy to the terrified Anling Yan, helping her regain her senses.
Anling Yan slowly came back to her senses. When he saw Xi Yue’s face, she immediately burst into tears and threw herself into Xi Yue’s arms.
With a hoarse and trembling voice, she whimpered, “So scary… so scary… Brother Xi Yue, please take me away from here… please…”
Xi Yue frowned deeply, feeling a strong urge to take away the clingy Anliang Yan off of her.
And why did every girl she met insist on calling her “Brother Xi Yue”? She was clearly younger than all of them!
While Xi Yue silently complained in her mind, her actions softened a bit. She gently patted Anling Yan’s back and said calmly, “Don’t worry, Weizhi won’t harm you. Just stay calm.”
After soothing Anling Yan, Xi Yue turned and locked eyes with Weizhi’s dark, intense gaze.
Without hesitation, Xi Yue strode forward and snatched the teacup from Weizhi’s hand. With a slight squeeze, she crushed it to powder, evaporating the tea leaves in midair.
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