"You... You are..." His voice was hoarse and broken, with a harshness like tearing cloth, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his heart, "Shen... Girl of the Shen family? It's impossible... You obviously..."
"Old General Xie," Shen Shiqing took a step forward. His voice was as cold as an ice spring hitting a stone, but it also carried a strange power that penetrated the fog and reached the depths of Xie Ji's chaotic consciousness. "The Shen Shiqing in front of you is not a person lingering on the bed and about to die. He is a lonely soul who crawled back from the karma of hell to repay the blood debt of the man who deceived heaven and destroyed his ancestors, killed his relatives and treason!"
The word "lonely soul" came out with a ghostly aura, causing the temperature of the entire quiet room to drop sharply. Shen Shiqing's eyes turned red instantly, filled with tears, but stubbornly refused to fall. The tears reflected the dim light of the lights, like burning ice flames.
"Did you know that the 'Chiyang Dabu Pills' you take day after day," her voice suddenly rose in pitch, each word sobbing, like a poison-quenched steel needle piercing Xie Ji's heart, "is made from the same batch as the 'special tonic' my grandfather took when he was on the sick bed in the Marquis Mansion in the capital! They are both made from 'Purple Nightmare' and 'Black Bone Vine Marrow' mixed with 'Ghost Firefly Powder', and are called Life-sustaining is actually... A life-killing poison!" She pointed at the half-empty porcelain bottle in Uncle Zhong's hand, her fingertips trembling with anger, "This poison is extremely damaging! At first, it excites the spirit and strengthens the body, but it actually eats away the bones and burns the marrow, draining the energy and sanity gradually, and finally makes people die in unconscious chaos!"
Xie Ji is like being pierced by thousands of arrows.
