Hearing Xiao Pingfeng order his assassination, Qin Erya twisted frantically in the jar. Since her mouth was sewn shut and her tongue cut out, she could only let out muffled sobs, a sight both horrifying and pitiable.
Was this Taoist invited by Xiao Pingfeng?
Could it be that Xiao Pingfeng already had a way to resolve the Poisonous Insect Poison?
Then wouldn't she be doomed, while Xiao Pingfeng continued to live on unscathed!
Qin Erya glared hatefully toward the position of the bed, always separated from it by a layer of curtains.
Her heart was filled with unwillingness!
Even in death, she wanted to drag Xiao Pingfeng to hell with her, rather than enduring all this torment in vain while the culprit enjoyed a carefree life in the world.
Watching the owner of the jar writhing, with maggots crawling out continuously, releasing a pungent stench, even the composed Song Huaxu couldn't stand it any longer.
