Watching blood spurt from the dagger, Qi Si revealed a triumphant smile. “Heh heh, Zeng Keyi, it’s time for you to step down. You’ve been sitting in the place that should have been mine, enjoying the good life. Today is the day you die.”
Zeng Keyi endured the excruciating pain in her abdomen and spat in Qi Si’s face. “Pah! Damn it, I never thought the spy I’d been searching for would be you, my most trusted friend. Heh, even as a ghost, I won’t let you get away with this.”
Betrayed by her friend, Zeng Keyi’s eyes reddened...
Qi Si wiped the spit from her face and greedily put it in her mouth. “Friend? You did nothing but order me around like a dog. What else can you do? I was the one who dealt with all those mutated corpses. Why should you be the one in this position?”
Seeing Qi Si refuse to waste even her spit, Zeng Keyi panicked. Her saliva and blood, even every inch of her skin, possessed immeasurable power.
Everyone knew about this, but no one dared confirm it. If she died, Qi Si might dismember her, and then she would become the ruler of the apocalypse.
No. She absolutely could not die at Qi Si’s hands. She couldn’t let Qi Si get her way.
That was what she thought, but her eyelids grew heavier and heavier. The dagger was coated with a drug that suppressed her powers.
“Damn it...” After uttering those words, Zeng Keyi breathed her last, consumed by regret...
