NOVPUBXia Feng calmly lifted his eyes but suddenly stilled, acutely aware that there was something off about Li Siwen.
It was a condition he was all too familiar with: movements slightly sluggish, gaze dull and lifeless.
This reminded him of how it felt when Mu Qingtong had controlled his body earlier, as if countless puppet threads were tugging at his limbs and torso.
Xia Feng’s gaze pierced through the crowd, coincidentally meeting the eyes of a woman in the corner, her golden pupils locking onto his.
Obviously, it was the doing of the Destructive Witch.
However, based on his knowledge of Mu Qingtong, this woman typically would not easily resort to using a Spiritual Artifact unless she intended to kill. Of course, there were exceptions to this rule.
As for the reason, it naturally was that anyone who had witnessed the power of her Spiritual Artifact had to die.
Clearly, Li Siwen must have said something that sealed his own fate.
Nonetheless, from the looks of it, Mu Qingtong seemed to have a bit of trouble quietly disposing of Li Siwen.
Xia Feng stared at the center of the assembly hall and cracked a smile, "Since that’s the case, I might as well lend you a hand."
Xia Feng was one to take his revenge without delay.
Since the moment was opportune, there was nothing to hesitate about.
Let’s do it!
With a thought, the chilling silhouette under the slanted candlelight seemed to distort, and in Xia Feng’s perception, a stream of blood-red mist flowed through the shadowy path, instantly dashing to the feet of a nobleman at the corner of the hall.
That nobleman stood at the very back of the crowd in the center of the hall, engulfed and crisscrossed by a multitude of figures—suddenly,
the Blood Beast arrived at Li Siwen’s feet in the blink of an eye.
"Your Highness, do you think my project is feasible?" the man approached with a servile smile, "If Your Highness agrees, I’ll go take care of it tomorrow."
"Your Highness? Your Highness?" someone was about to approach.
"Uh—" Li Siwen abruptly looked up, his face instantly covered in bloodshot veins, his complexion ferocious, eyes wide and splitting.
The invasion of the Blood Beast snapped him out of his stupor instantly, and as he arched his head back and tried to scream for help, he realized his vocal cords were still under control, rendering him completely immobile. 𝔫𝖔𝔳𝖕𝖚𝔟.𝔠𝔬𝖒
"Uh—" Although he could still control his facial muscles, his face showed terror, his cheeks trembling uncontrollably as his vision was clouded by a murky layer of blood.
"What is this...!" He couldn’t comprehend what was happening to him, and amidst the panic, his glance singled out Xia Feng and Mu Qingtong from the crowd behind.
Xia Feng stood smiling in the left front corridor, silently watching him.
Mu Qingtong was seated on a sofa in the corner on the right, also smiling as she watched him.
"!!!" Li Siwen felt as if he could see a mocking laughter in their eyes. How could this be?
"Your Highness?!"
"Quick, quick! Call the Prince over!"
The man’s words had barely dropped when Li Siwen suddenly let out a low growl, intense pain transmitting from his soul as two terrifying streams of blood flowed from his eyes, and he thudded to his knees.
Amidst the startled cries from everyone, his consciousness spun as he slowly collapsed to the ground, his lifeless eyes staring blankly at the luxurious chandelier overhead, dead but with eyes wide open.
He never understood why Xia Feng hadn’t died!
He only realized one thing... He had been taken out by Xia Feng and Mu Qingtong through some terrifying means, but he didn’t even have the chance to reveal the truth!
"How can this be..." His last conscious thoughts, filled with despair and regret, slowly faded away.
As Li Siwen’s breath ceased, the assembly hall fell into a moment of deadly silence, which was then punctuated by a surge of terrified screams.
"Your Highness!"
The voice was filled with anguish.
The sudden turn of events caused chaos in the hall, and Xia Feng walked through the confused crowd to sit down next to Mu Qingtong with a smile.
Mu Qingtong’s beautiful eyes narrowed slightly with a hint of surprised inquiry.
Xia Feng knew she was asking how he managed to do it.
Xia Feng’s eyebrows twitched as he blinked, smiling without a word.
Mu Qingtong understood what he meant, as if he was saying, "Hey, I won’t tell you. Annoying, isn’t it? Annoying, isn’t it?"
"Dead, dead…?" Mushroom stared blankly at the sudden change in the scene, her spirit somewhat absent as she subconsciously murmured,
"Really dead…"
Her confused, trembling voice carried a trace of excitement and pleasure.
The Purple Sunflower family had always been in turmoil, with the Prince fathering Li Siwen with his cousin, and then having a second son with his own sister-in-law.
Not many years later, he took a liking to the only daughter of an impoverished noble, making her the Princess after their marriage and naming their daughter Li Hongdou.
Mushroom remembered being quite happy as a child, but ever since the day her mother was ’forced to commit suicide’, she quickly saw all the dark aspects of the world.
Her two older brothers naturally despised her, and the Prince turned a blind eye to their bullying, making them even more unrestrained.
Growing up in such a repressive and bullying-filled family, where daddy didn’t care, and mommy couldn’t love.
Some people erupt in silence,
Some perish in silence.
Mushroom chose to erupt in silence, of course, it was just a tiny, tiny, tiny eruption.
Moving out of the Prince’s mansion, changing her surname, refusing to use the Prince’s money… well, her money was her mother’s inheritance, enough for her to squander for several generations.
Unfortunately, this was futile, as long as the blood of the Purple Sunflower ran in her veins, she could never escape this nauseating and even hateful family.
She often felt wicked, evilly fantasizing about the death of these so-called family members.
But that was just fantasy.
Facing bullying, she never dared to fight back, which was also why she detested herself.
But now, seeing Li Siwen collapse dead before her, she felt an unexplainable pleasure in her heart.
"Good riddance…" Her eyes darkened with malevolent thoughts—her second brother was dead, her eldest brother was dead, now only one person remained...
"Lord Prince!" Everyone bowed respectfully.
Both the Prince and Princess had arrived.
The Princess, as usual, stood three meters away from everyone else, while the Prince’s expression was grim beside Li Siwen’s corpse.
Wei Shutong moved his hand from the forehead of the corpse and stood up, his voice solemn, "It’s Blood Beast Syndrome caused by Blood Beast erosion. There isn’t a trace of Evil Spirit Liquid, which means the concentration of Blood Beast attacking His Royal Highness was so high it’s frightening, so the effect was swift, devouring his soul completely before any illness could manifest, leaving only an empty shell of a corpse."
In short, Li Siwen’s soul was scattered to the winds.
"What’s strange is, normally, there would be a Blood Beast mist cluster left behind, but there is only the residue of the Blood Beast’s presence on him—this can only mean that the assassin has the ability to control and retrieve the Blood Beast!" Wei Shutong put forth a startling conjecture.
"What kind of nonsense are you speaking, Wei Shutong!"
"Are you trying to say that the one who assassinated His Royal Highness is the Pixiu Disaster!?" The nobles frowned and objected.
As everyone knows, Blood Beast is a special substance derived from Evil Power, only controllable at will by the Pixiu Disaster.
If such a terrifying Evil Beast as the Pixiu Disaster entered Zone 51, Zone 51 would have long become a Blood Beast hell; it’s impossible for it to come specifically to assassinate an Apprentice Spirit Master.
"No matter who it is, the assassin must still be here." Zhao Jie said coldly, turning to command, "Guards, seal the premises! No one is to leave until the assassin is found!"
"No need."
The Prince suddenly raised his hand, speaking indifferently, "There’s no need for all this trouble, I already know who it is."
Everyone was startled.
Xia Feng and Mu Qingtong blinked, but neither looked panicked. They were curious to see what sort of person the Prince would name.
