The three players just watched without stopping Chu Kui.
Originally, they intended to transplant a sacred flower into the emperor’s heart, letting him experience the agony of the Flower Attendants.
But the emperor did not die from the sacred flower. But dying at the hands of the Flower Attendants would have been just as good. It was a death destined by fate.
The Queen beside them was frightened, her beautiful face turning pale. She was splattered with blood, with a fat and long red snake stuffed in her mouth. The blood on her hair and the red snake created a strangely harmonious scene.
Recovering from the shock, she crawled to the side, holding the long tail of the snake.
After crawling a few steps, Chu Kui pulled her leg and dragged her back.
While Chu Kui was dragging her, Yenan Wang took the opportunity to snatch the knife from her hand and pressed Haobei Jing beneath him.
Ning Changfeng raised an eyebrow. “Well, then, let’s begin.”
He threw out two dark sacred flowers, salvaged when they retrieved An Xiang’s body on the second floor. They had planned for this.
Yenan Wang looked at Haobei Jing with complex eyes; they were indeed longtime friends, and he seemed to be struggling.
In the midst of their struggle, the gloom on their bodies deepened, and the tails of the two red snakes twisted into a knot.
Because of the long and heavy red snakes, Haobei Jing found it difficult even to shake her head. She struggled to shake it a couple of times, her eyes filled with a strong plea, making her eyes look peculiar.
When aging and nearing death, putting in effort to appear younger only intensified the fear of death.
Yenan Wang was the same, unable to face death.
Therefore, he plunged the knife into Haobei Jing’s sternum.
He was no longer the weak old man from the days of cutting flowers; he was strong now. Even with the sternum protecting her, he cut open Haobei Jing’s chest.
All three players looked on.
Inside Haobei Jing’s chest, red and green intertwined. Her blood was indeed red, and on the blood vessels, heart, and other parts of the chest, there was a layer of moss-like strangeness.
This thing also startled Yenan Wang. He quickly transplanted the sacred flower into her heart.
The heart twitched, and the tiny moss-like substance seemed to sense something, starting to sway, creating a strange and creepy feeling.
Haobei Jing opened her eyes wide, trembling violently all over.
Yenan Wang trembled as he transplanted the sacred flower to her. He immediately withdrew his hands, as if afraid that the terrifying green moss would touch him.
Then he covered his chest.
Perhaps he was thinking that those green things were only obtained by consuming the sacred flowers that grew from the human body.
“Ah!” His wrist stung.
A foot kicked his wrist off, and the knife in his hand flew into Ning Changfeng’s hands.
Ning Changfeng, with half-closed eyes, looked at him and said, “Curious if you have it in your chest? Let me take a look at you.”
Yenan Wang widened his eyes in terror and hurriedly crawled forward.
But he was entwined with a heavy and long red snake, crawling slowly and tiredly. When he was about to reach the door, he made a “huhu” sound from his mouth.
He reached out to touch the black door immediately. In his eyes, a burst of joyful white light erupted.
As long as he knocked on the door, the black-robed people outside could hear it and rush in to save him.
His curved and smooth hand was less than two centimeters away from the black door.
“Swish!”
The red snake tail, still in place, exerted force in his mouth, throwing him back.
It happened to fall at Ning Changfeng’s feet.
Ning Changfeng was a neat person, and at this moment, he didn’t say much. Obviously, his role in this instance was not that of a righteous character.
Antagonists perish from too many words.
His hand rose, and the knife fell, easily cutting open Yenan Wang’s chest.
There was a terrifying silence on Yenan Wang’s face. When the muscles on the side of his face suddenly bulged, the horror became even more intense, wrapping around the entire heart and suffocating it.
Facing the bloodthirsty vertical pupils of Ning Changfeng, he was almost scared unconscious.
Ning Changfeng opened his chest and saw the green moss inside. Once again, he thought of the unforgettable scene of slicing his son’s chest open with his own hands.
His face became even more terrifying, and his pupils almost turned into a sinister silver-white color.
Yenan Wang was scared unconscious on the spot.
But the next second, he was awakened by pain.
In the midst of excruciating pain and frenzied terror, he, who yearned for life like never before, had the singular thought in his entire life that dying wouldn’t be so bad.
He wished for immediate death.
Yenan Wang grafted a sacred flower onto Haobei Jing, Ning Changfeng transplanted a sacred flower onto Yenan Wang, and Chu Kui successfully transplanted the sacred flower to the Queen.
The Red Snake exited their mouths, and the mouths, distended by the Red Snake, couldn’t close for a moment.
They convulsed in pain, their faces contorted.
The knife was still there, and they all wanted to grab that knife, wanting to end this agony worse than death.
Fang Qi put the knife away.
Four black-robed flower attendants stood before them, silently observing.
Without the knife, they either began frantically clawing at the wounds on their chests or slamming into the floor, or attempting to bite down on their tongues.
This was just the beginning; the sacred flowers had yet to become active.
They hadn’t yet felt the inhuman torment the flower attendants experienced every night.
That wouldn’t do; they must experience it thoroughly.
Fang Qi sighed, “As you age, do you really wish for eternal life and perpetual youth?”
“Ah,” Ning Su expressed some regret, “I won’t have the chance to know.”
He hadn’t changed since becoming a zombie.
Maintaining the appearance of an eighteen-year-old when he turned into a zombie, he looked younger than an ordinary eighteen-year-old.
Fang Qi pondered, “...”
Ning Changfeng laughed, then furrowed his brow. “With our commotion, hasn’t the Holy Maiden noticed? What is she doing?”
“She should know, but she won’t intervene. Not only won’t she intervene, she might even welcome it,” Ning Su said.
Fang Qi asked, “What do you mean?”
Ning Su lowered his gaze, as if contemplating something, not answering immediately.
Ning Changfeng glanced at him and said, “We should go find the Holy Maiden ourselves.”
He looked at Chu Kui, who had been silent the entire time, and said, “You go to the Flower Attendant Hall and find Su Wangsheng. An Xiang’s ashes are with him. Take An Xiang and leave.”
Chu Kui was momentarily stunned; her eyelashes were damp, and in a hoarse voice, she said, “Thank you.”
The Holy Maiden ignored them, and those black-robed figures outside were not a real threat.
Chu Kui left, carrying An Xiang’s ashes, and departed from the Flower God’s temple.
The place they once believed where they would redeem the sacred land.
The three players continued ascending, reaching the top floor where they found the Holy Maiden.
When they arrived, it was precisely the moment the Holy Maiden wanted to eat the finger that had grown on Hua Feng’s hand.
Hua Feng naturally disagreed. “Are you insane?”
He didn’t yet know the secrets within, unable to comprehend the Holy Maiden’s erratic behavior.
Seeing the three individuals, Hua Feng breathed a sigh of relief and immediately said to Ning Su, “Ning Su, she actually wants to eat my brother’s finger.”
Ning Su replied, “If the finger continues to grow, you might die. She doesn’t really want to eat that finger; it’s just that the finger must be removed, and she doesn’t want someone else to eat it.”
Hua Feng immediately retorted, “Do you think I’m afraid of death?”
The three players just watched without stopping Chu Kui.
Originally, they intended to transplant a sacred flower into the emperor’s heart, letting him experience the agony of the Flower Attendants.
But the emperor did not die from the sacred flower. But dying at the hands of the Flower Attendants would have been just as good. It was a death destined by fate.
The Queen beside them was frightened, her beautiful face turning pale. She was splattered with blood, with a fat and long red snake stuffed in her mouth. The blood on her hair and the red snake created a strangely harmonious scene.
Recovering from the shock, she crawled to the side, holding the long tail of the snake.
After crawling a few steps, Chu Kui pulled her leg and dragged her back.
While Chu Kui was dragging her, Yenan Wang took the opportunity to snatch the knife from her hand and pressed Haobei Jing beneath him.
Ning Changfeng raised an eyebrow. “Well, then, let’s begin.”
He threw out two dark sacred flowers, salvaged when they retrieved An Xiang’s body on the second floor. They had planned for this.
Yenan Wang looked at Haobei Jing with complex eyes; they were indeed longtime friends, and he seemed to be struggling.
In the midst of their struggle, the gloom on their bodies deepened, and the tails of the two red snakes twisted into a knot.
Because of the long and heavy red snakes, Haobei Jing found it difficult even to shake her head. She struggled to shake it a couple of times, her eyes filled with a strong plea, making her eyes look peculiar.
When aging and nearing death, putting in effort to appear younger only intensified the fear of death.
Yenan Wang was the same, unable to face death.
Therefore, he plunged the knife into Haobei Jing’s sternum.
He was no longer the weak old man from the days of cutting flowers; he was strong now. Even with the sternum protecting her, he cut open Haobei Jing’s chest.
All three players looked on.
Inside Haobei Jing’s chest, red and green intertwined. Her blood was indeed red, and on the blood vessels, heart, and other parts of the chest, there was a layer of moss-like strangeness.
This thing also startled Yenan Wang. He quickly transplanted the sacred flower into her heart.
The heart twitched, and the tiny moss-like substance seemed to sense something, starting to sway, creating a strange and creepy feeling.
Haobei Jing opened her eyes wide, trembling violently all over.
Yenan Wang trembled as he transplanted the sacred flower to her. He immediately withdrew his hands, as if afraid that the terrifying green moss would touch him.
Then he covered his chest.
Perhaps he was thinking that those green things were only obtained by consuming the sacred flowers that grew from the human body.
“Ah!” His wrist stung.
A foot kicked his wrist off, and the knife in his hand flew into Ning Changfeng’s hands.
Ning Changfeng, with half-closed eyes, looked at him and said, “Curious if you have it in your chest? Let me take a look at you.”
Yenan Wang widened his eyes in terror and hurriedly crawled forward.
But he was entwined with a heavy and long red snake, crawling slowly and tiredly. When he was about to reach the door, he made a “huhu” sound from his mouth.
He reached out to touch the black door immediately. In his eyes, a burst of joyful white light erupted.
As long as he knocked on the door, the black-robed people outside could hear it and rush in to save him.
His curved and smooth hand was less than two centimeters away from the black door.
“Swish!”
The red snake tail, still in place, exerted force in his mouth, throwing him back.
It happened to fall at Ning Changfeng’s feet.
Ning Changfeng was a neat person, and at this moment, he didn’t say much. Obviously, his role in this instance was not that of a righteous character.
Antagonists perish from too many words.
His hand rose, and the knife fell, easily cutting open Yenan Wang’s chest.
There was a terrifying silence on Yenan Wang’s face. When the muscles on the side of his face suddenly bulged, the horror became even more intense, wrapping around the entire heart and suffocating it.
Facing the bloodthirsty vertical pupils of Ning Changfeng, he was almost scared unconscious.
Ning Changfeng opened his chest and saw the green moss inside. Once again, he thought of the unforgettable scene of slicing his son’s chest open with his own hands.
His face became even more terrifying, and his pupils almost turned into a sinister silver-white color.
Yenan Wang was scared unconscious on the spot.
But the next second, he was awakened by pain.
In the midst of excruciating pain and frenzied terror, he, who yearned for life like never before, had the singular thought in his entire life that dying wouldn’t be so bad.
He wished for immediate death.
Yenan Wang grafted a sacred flower onto Haobei Jing, Ning Changfeng transplanted a sacred flower onto Yenan Wang, and Chu Kui successfully transplanted the sacred flower to the Queen.
The Red Snake exited their mouths, and the mouths, distended by the Red Snake, couldn’t close for a moment.
They convulsed in pain, their faces contorted.
The knife was still there, and they all wanted to grab that knife, wanting to end this agony worse than death.
Fang Qi put the knife away.
Four black-robed flower attendants stood before them, silently observing.
Without the knife, they either began frantically clawing at the wounds on their chests or slamming into the floor, or attempting to bite down on their tongues.
This was just the beginning; the sacred flowers had yet to become active.
They hadn’t yet felt the inhuman torment the flower attendants experienced every night.
That wouldn’t do; they must experience it thoroughly.
Fang Qi sighed, “As you age, do you really wish for eternal life and perpetual youth?”
“Ah,” Ning Su expressed some regret, “I won’t have the chance to know.”
He hadn’t changed since becoming a zombie.
Maintaining the appearance of an eighteen-year-old when he turned into a zombie, he looked younger than an ordinary eighteen-year-old.
Fang Qi pondered, “...”
Ning Changfeng laughed, then furrowed his brow. “With our commotion, hasn’t the Holy Maiden noticed? What is she doing?”
“She should know, but she won’t intervene. Not only won’t she intervene, she might even welcome it,” Ning Su said.
Fang Qi asked, “What do you mean?”
Ning Su lowered his gaze, as if contemplating something, not answering immediately.
Ning Changfeng glanced at him and said, “We should go find the Holy Maiden ourselves.”
He looked at Chu Kui, who had been silent the entire time, and said, “You go to the Flower Attendant Hall and find Su Wangsheng. An Xiang’s ashes are with him. Take An Xiang and leave.”
Chu Kui was momentarily stunned; her eyelashes were damp, and in a hoarse voice, she said, “Thank you.”
The Holy Maiden ignored them, and those black-robed figures outside were not a real threat.
Chu Kui left, carrying An Xiang’s ashes, and departed from the Flower God’s temple.
The place they once believed where they would redeem the sacred land.
The three players continued ascending, reaching the top floor where they found the Holy Maiden.
When they arrived, it was precisely the moment the Holy Maiden wanted to eat the finger that had grown on Hua Feng’s hand.
Hua Feng naturally disagreed. “Are you insane?”
He didn’t yet know the secrets within, unable to comprehend the Holy Maiden’s erratic behavior.
Seeing the three individuals, Hua Feng breathed a sigh of relief and immediately said to Ning Su, “Ning Su, she actually wants to eat my brother’s finger.”
Ning Su replied, “If the finger continues to grow, you might die. She doesn’t really want to eat that finger; it’s just that the finger must be removed, and she doesn’t want someone else to eat it.”
Hua Feng immediately retorted, “Do you think I’m afraid of death?”
