After inflicting the final wounds, Chu Qingzhi grabbed Qi Donghao's clothes, flipping him over to face her. His eyes filled with terror, he begged her as if seeing a demon, "Give me a quick end…"
His voice, pleading and fraught with fear, elicited only a scoff from Chu Qingzhi.
"Quick? Do you think you have a choice?" With those words, she drove the dagger into his thigh.
Qi Donghao's screams seemed to shake dust from the ceiling above.
Then came several swift slashes, allowing Qi Donghao to distinctly feel the knife's chill as it sliced his skin, blood flowing out as if life itself was leaking away…
Yet, it wasn't the loss of blood that tormented him most but the intense pain. He had suffered injuries before, but never had he experienced such agony.
His complexion turned a sickly green from the pain, too overwhelmed to even cry out, only able to stare at Chu Qingzhi with wide, despairing eyes.
