The man approached the bed, where someone appeared to be sleeping beneath the covers, their head covered. He leered as he bent over, lifting the blanket, only for his complexion to change on the spot.
There was no one in the bed at all—only several stacked pillows arranged to look like a person.
At that moment, the cold edge of a dagger pressed against his throat, and the man was terrified, his body instantly turning to stone.
Zhuo Ma, dagger in hand, demanded coldly, "Who sent you here, speak!"
The man fell to his knees with a thud, pleading tearfully, "Merciful heroine, spare my life! I was deceived—some woman told me that by following her instructions I could hold a beauty in my arms and experience utmost earthly pleasures. So, I came, not knowing this place was not a lover's den but the Ghost Gate Pass. Had I known, not even death would have made me come here."
Li Xianyun and Yuchi Qian walked over and sat down on the Taishi Chairs.
