Feng Liansu stood inside the teleportation array, the damp, rotten stench permeating the air.
He hadn’t been here long, but he still felt disgustingly sticky and unbearably filthy.
If he didn’t have to change Shen Yinshuo’s Soul Nails every month and a half, he wouldn’t want to come here at all.
But it was truly exhilarating.
To this day, he could still remember Shen Yinshuo on the Natural Moat Platform, splitting the sky with a single sword strike. A silver light shone like a rainbow, and before they could even react, he had easily defeated them.
His figure was like the moon hanging in the sky—lofty and unattainable, surrounded by nothing but praise for him.
But now, he could only wish for death in this filthy, stinking place, his very flesh, blood, and essence being harvested to sustain them.
Feng Liansu looked at the Soul Nail in his hand, which was saturated with Shen Yinshuo’s blood, and almost laughed out loud.
Remembering that there was an outsider present, he glanced at the Guard who was busy activating the teleportation array and asked casually, “Why is there a despicable bone here? Who sent her?”
The Guard immediately knelt on the ground and replied respectfully, “This lowly one is not entirely sure. I only know that she is to undergo the sky thunder execution in three months.”
Feng Liansu clicked his tongue, retracting his gaze to wait quietly for the teleportation.
But his heart was not as calm as his expression.
A dead despicable bone was far more useful than a living one.
After being tempered by sky thunder, a despicable bone could be transformed into an exceptionally rare and fine material, capable of forging a divine weapon.
Almost all the despicable bones that could be found in this world had already been tempered. He never expected there to be one that had slipped through the net.
After the sky thunder tempering was complete, perhaps he could find the owner of the despicable bone and forcibly buy it.
He asked another question, “Who administered the poison on that despicable bone?”
The poison on the despicable bone looked unusual; she most likely wouldn’t survive for three months.
The Guard’s head bowed even lower. “She was already poisoned when she was sent here.”
Feng Liansu thought for a moment, then softened his tone, trying to sound as approachable as possible. “By rights, a lowly existence like you shouldn’t be here. There are quite a few people who want to seize your position. But because you have some talent, my elder brother allowed you to be a guard here, to watch over those great and wicked villains.”
The Guard hurriedly declared loudly, “This lowly one can never repay Your Excellency’s great kindness in this lifetime! As long as Your Excellency has a need, this lowly one will go through fire and water!”
Only then did Feng Liansu curl his lips into a satisfied smile. “In that case, if that despicable bone dies from the poison before her sky thunder execution, remember to send her corpse out. I have a use for it. Of course, the sooner she succumbs to the poison, the better. You understand, don’t you?”
The Guard hastily agreed, pressing his forehead firmly against the ground.
The teleportation array lit up, and Feng Liansu was transported away. The dim prison instantly fell silent.
After a few seconds, the Guard slowly rose. His constantly bowed back straightened, and he patted the dust off his clothes. The fawning expression on his face was gone, replaced by a gloomy look as he spat forcefully twice in the direction of the teleportation array.
Feng Liansu’s words, both explicit and implicit, were telling him to poison Yun Ji to death as soon as possible.
He wasn’t going to do it. The person who had locked Yun Ji in here was clearly not someone to be trifled with. He didn’t want to bring trouble upon himself. Although he didn’t have much ability, he was greedy for life and afraid of death.
After calming down for a few seconds, he let out a breath and sauntered back.
“Time to cook. Otherwise, that one will start crying about being hungry again. So annoying.”
“For her last three months, I should at least let her eat her fill every day.”
…
Yun Ji had no idea that the Guard was worrying about her stomach.
She was holding the head and heading off to find her new cellmate.
They were all in the same cell block. The new cellmate had been severely punished right in front of her. Seeing him in such a miserable state, how could she remain indifferent!
She had to go over, cheer him on, and get her face known.
If she got to know the new cellmate well, then when the head got angry and ignored her, she could still chat with the new cellmate. Either way, she wouldn’t be the least bit lonely.
What’s more, the new cellmate was nailed to the wall, his position fixed, making him easy to find.
Even if the new cellmate became a dead cellmate, she would be able to discover it in time.
…That sounded a bit grim.
Filled with wonderful aspirations, Yun Ji successfully found the new cellmate’s location and wailed in front of him for a long time.
No response.
Standing on her tiptoes, she mimicked what she had seen in movies and TV shows, reaching out a hand to check under the cellmate’s nose.
It seemed he was still breathing, just unconscious.
The smell of blood rushed at her, making it almost impossible to breathe. She couldn’t see the situation clearly, but she could distinctly hear the sound of blood dripping onto the floor.
She tentatively felt for a spot where a nail was driven in, and warmth immediately filled the space between her fingers. Blood was flowing onto her hand.
At this rate of blood loss, he would bleed out sooner or later.
If she could pull out the nails, maybe she could stop the bleeding.
She gave it a try and quickly realized this was a stupid idea that only seemed correct.
Because even if the nails weren’t driven in by a Magical Art and were just ordinary nails, there was no way she could pull nails hammered into stone out with her bare hands.
She wasn’t Superman.
Confirming that she couldn’t save her new cellmate, she retracted her hand with some regret.
But just then, the nail she had touched suddenly lit up with a faint golden glow. The sound of something unseen shattering could be heard, and the blood around the edge of the nail gradually disappeared. The bleeding from the wound stopped immediately.
Could this be a Magical Art?!
Yun Ji’s materialistic worldview was forcefully refreshed.
Ignoring the principle behind it, she quickly touched every single nail.
The new cellmate’s wounds finally stopped bleeding, and all the glowing nails dimmed.
Only then did Yun Ji carry the head back to the bars. As usual, she first wiped the head’s face, then fumbled in the dark to tie his hair into two small braids, not forgetting to chatter excitedly:
[Do you know the new cellmate? The nails on his body can actually stop bleeding. It’s so magical! What kind of Magical Art is this?]
[Why was he nailed to the stone? Why are you just a head? Were you ever nailed up before?]
[I feel like the new cellmate has a great figure, tall and well-built. What does your body look like, and where is it now?]
The head was still unconscious and didn’t curse at her for being annoying as he usually did.
Everything was extremely quiet.
The smell of blood was extremely thick, and the stickiness of it seemed to linger on her palm.
Her voice gradually weakened, eventually melting into the silence.
After a long while, she rustled and curled into a ball, hugging the head tightly.
[When will you wake up?]
[Will you even wake up again?]
Yun Ji was very sad.
The head wasn’t talking to her anymore.
To be precise, the head couldn’t wake up.
Ever since Feng Liansu had finished torturing the head, it had remained unconscious, not even breathing.
If not for the fact that when she pried open its mouth to feed it, the head would still vomit everything out because the food was too disgusting, she would have thought her little companion had been tortured to death.
She had been planning to thank him properly for defending her once he woke up, and to get closer to him at the same time.
Yun Ji hugged the head, slumping dejectedly on the ground.
The moment the Guard arrived, he saw her in this same half-dead state.
When she saw him approach, she could still open her mouth like a beached fish, then straighten her legs and arch her back on the ground.
It looked like she was welcoming him.
But the scene was so bizarre that he wanted to turn and leave.
In the end, he went over anyway.
He placed the food at the cell door. Yun Ji didn’t start eating happily as usual. Instead, she listlessly hugged the head and let out a “wail.”
He squatted down, trying to understand Yun Ji’s language. “You want me to cook this head into a dish? I’m just a guard; I don’t have the authority to kill prisoners.”
Yun Ji pointed at the head in her arms and wailed in anguish.
The Guard: “You want to eat two more people’s worth of food?”
Yun Ji slammed her head against the cold bars and wailed.
The Guard glanced at the bars and slapped his palm. “I get it! I really get it this time! You want to eat a cold-tossed dish, right? That’s a bit difficult. I’ll have to apply to my superiors.”
Yun Ji died a little inside.
How on earth could he interpret it like that!
Not a shred of rapport!!!
Amidst Yun Ji’s indignant squirming and expressive use of her hands and feet, the Guard finally, barely, grasped a little of her meaning.
“You’re asking why this head isn’t eating?”