The sharp command pierced the darkness, and Chu Xiange felt like his spine was being pried open alive. The sharp pain of eighteen soul-suppressing nails driving into her limbs made her pupils dilate, and the pool of blood accumulated on the bluestone floor of the ancestral hall reflected her broken figure - the genius of the Chu family who was once famous in the imperial capital was now nailed to the family emblem like a piece of rotten meat.
"Sister, please hold on." Chu Yuwei leaned over with a sweet smile, and the hem of her gold-embroidered skirt swept across her blood-stained face, "Without the emperor's spiritual bones, you are not even worthy of being my foot-washing maid."
The cold bone knife stabbed into the lower back, and Chu Xiange heard the crisp sound of his own bones breaking. The clan elders chanted mantras in her ears, and she watched as her biological father, Chu Minghe, personally held up the golden spine and enshrined it in the center of the family altar.
"Use her bones to exchange my Chu family's good fortune for a hundred years." Chu Minghe's voice was like a poisoned knife, "This evil barrier can be used as a container, it is her creation."
In severe pain, Chu Xiange suddenly remembered the bone-eating worm hidden in Chu Yuwei's sleeve when she rescued Chu Yuwei who was covered in blood in the secret realm three months ago. It turned out that from then on, her life had been eaten away.
