In the dim room, there was only one plain lamp burning, which reflected a pale light in the room. A man was tied behind his back and fell to the ground. There were a row of bottles and cans on the table in front of him. He said in a voice: "
Say, who sent you here?"
The man chuckled and said, "Oh, this is the legendary Queen. Her skin is indeed white and soft. Look at her smooth and tender hands. It's worth my life to touch her."
With a slap on the man's face, Zhan Meixiang suddenly changed her face, stood up, picked a bottle on the table, played with it in her hand, and sneered: "If you want to die, I will help you. But before you die,
I don’t mind if you try the medicine for me first.” After saying that, he opened the mouth of the bottle and saw an insect the size of a little finger crawling out of it.
Zhan Meixiang bent down and let the bug slowly crawl onto the man's face. Seeing his eyes wide open, she chuckled and said, "It's called Heart-Eating. It loves to burrow into people's bodies. After entering, it starts with the blood."
It sucks, bites off your blood line by bit, and finally gnaws at the heart. If the heart bites into the body, you will definitely die. However, one drawback is that its appetite is too small, so it will take seven to forty-nine days before you die.
Lose."
The feeling of bugs crawling across his face made the man's hair stand on end. When the fleshy bug crawled to his mouth, he almost shouted: "I said, I said, I am..." The man's voice suddenly
The tone changes, and it feels like someone is pinching your throat, making you unable to breathe, and eventually it turns into a gurgling sound in your throat, and finally nothingness.
Zhan Meixiang put away the insect, took a breath, and said in frustration: "I'm out of breath."
Ying said in a deep voice: "There's no one around, what's going on?"
Zhan Meixiang explored his body and said bitterly: "They have been given Xiaoyao Powder, and they will definitely die from the poison within an hour. In other words, these people are the dead soldiers they sent, no matter what the matter is.
If they succeed, they will not walk out of this courtyard alive. The person behind the scenes is really worse than a beast!"
Zhan Meixiang frowned and glanced at the dark sky outside the window, turned around and said coldly: "Ying, you go to the Marquis's Mansion again. If I guess correctly, the winner will be determined soon."
The bustle of the day has faded away, and the night is always extremely quiet.
In the Marquis's Mansion, it was so quiet that you could hear a needle drop. In the deep courtyard with high eaves and narrow corridors, the servants passing by kept their footsteps as light as possible, for fear of disturbing the sleepiness of the courtyard.
In the study, a man in his thirties was standing in front of the table, splashing ink, and what he wrote was a beautiful scene. Suddenly, he heard a sound on the eaves. The man stopped his pen in alarm and shouted: "Who?"
A drop of ink falls on the paper and smudges, completely ruining the painting.
The door was pushed open with a creak, and a person walked in. I saw that the man was extremely handsome, with a face as clear as a sculpture, and deep black eyes, with a charming color. He was dressed in black, which made his whole person stand out.
Extremely cold.
I heard him say loudly: "Long time no see. How are you?"
Only then did the man at the table react. The pen in his hand fell to the table and he added a heavy stroke to the painting.
The man in black clicked his tongue twice: "Master Hou, this painting is completely ruined." Although the meaning of the words was pity, the expression on his face was one of interest, which made people doubt the truth of his words.