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"It will make you suffer for a full seven days, slowly corroding all the meridians and bones in your body until only a shell remains, with the flesh and bones inside turning into a pool of pus. But even before the seventh day, you won't die; you'll endure the pain of ten thousand bones rotting and ten thousand tendons eroding. It will make you wish to live but be unable to, wish to die but find that impossible. By the third day, you'll feel as if you're paralyzed, unable to muster any strength in your body. In other words, by then, you won't even have the ability to commit suicide. You'll have to bear that inhuman suffering until true death finally arrives. On the seventh day, you will die, and even your eyeballs will rot away. By that time, your shell will still be intact, but pus will begin to slowly ooze from all seven orifices. Until you have nothing left."
She stared at me intently, a strange smile on her face. I could see a flicker of excitement in her murky eyes, as if she were anticipating some sort of game—partly deranged, partly eager. A chill crept into my heart; what she said was indeed true. Once I ingested it, wishing for death would not be easy; I would have to endure seven days of excruciating pain.
This reminded me of a movie I had seen long ago, where a girl was captured by a Perverted Piano Teacher. He tied her to an operating Stage with belts all over her body, even binding her mouth with cloth to prevent any chance of suicide. The pervert artistically roasted one of her hands over a fire until the flesh turned red and cooked; then he placed her hand between two blocks of ice to cool it down. Once it was cold enough, he removed the ice because the flesh had become soft enough that when he pulled it away, it tore off cleanly. Next, he took a sharp shard of glass and began slicing her flesh on a clean board as if he were preparing a fine meal. The girl writhed in agony but could neither die nor faint from the pain; she was left gagged and trembling all over, continuously moaning in suffering and shedding tears. Yet that pervert continued to smile, relishing every moment of this process—again and again. He wouldn’t let her die; he even applied medicine to her severed limbs to keep her alive. He was inviting her to partake in his extravagant hellish banquet. He was the devil.
And now, I too was being invited by a demon to participate in her lavish feast—with no way back.
Seeing that I remained silent for too long, she sneered, "Are you scared? While I haven't changed my mind yet, you can still back out. I said I would save one of you; you can still ask me to save you."
A chill ran down my spine; my clothes, which had dried long ago, were now soaked with cold sweat. I admitted that I was afraid. However, I would not yield. Neither An Jin nor Xie Weiying had ever submitted; they lived proudly and defiantly. I stood up straight and looked at her calmly.
Before she could say anything further, I took the foul-smelling black pill from her palm and swallowed it.
She seemed utterly astonished, staring at me in disbelief for a moment; her already cracked lips trembled slightly. I could see her eyes beginning to redden—she was angry. Seeing her reaction brought me some joy; I had finally shattered all her perceptions and plans, though at a terrible cost. A bitter smile crept onto my face—I knew it must look ghastly, almost like my skin was twitching.
Finally, she coldly laughed and said, "Do you think you'll have the chance to kill yourself? Hmph! I'll bind your hands and feet and gag your mouth so that you can't live or die as you wish. I'd advise you not to die too soon; I want to see you suffer for seven full days before you perish. The one I saved can also die!" She threatened me with Sima Rui.
I bit down hard on my lower lip to hide my fear from her view and took several deep breaths before looking up at her with calmness: "You're overthinking it; I've never thought dying would be easy. Perhaps I'm afraid, but there’s no regret here—I won’t beg a pervert." I replied coldly.
Her eyes turned icy as she decisively dragged me into a stone cave; I didn’t even see how she brought me here. She tossed me onto the ground like garbage and somehow found ropes to bind me up before stuffing cloth into my mouth and leaving me in a corner without saying a word as she walked away. Left alone in that cave waiting for death made me suddenly empathize with Shaoshao being abandoned in that grand palace without any hope—being alone there waiting for death felt so helpless and despairing... I never expected it would come so quickly for me.
"Just kill me! Just kill me! I don’t want you to save me; just kill me! Kill me and give me the antidote! I don’t want her to suffer like this... Just kill me! Why do you want to save me..." My voice trailed off in confusion and helplessness like a lost child searching for direction.
She said coldly, "You have been saved. There is no turning back now."
Sima Rui recalled the moment he had finally awakened, grateful for her life-saving grace, but she merely replied coldly, "The old woman will not save you without any reward or cost."
He remembered her chilling words about the price: "It will cause her pain for a full seven days, slowly corroding all the meridians and bones in her body until only a shell remains, with the flesh and bones inside turning into a pool of pus. But even before the seventh day, she will not die; she must endure the agony of having thousands of bones rot and thousands of tendons erode. It will make her wish to live but be unable to, wish to die but find no escape. By the third day, she will be like someone completely paralyzed, unable to exert any strength in her body. In other words, by then she won't even have the ability to take her own life. She can only bear that inhuman suffering until true death finally arrives. On the seventh day, she will die, and even her eyeballs will decay. By that time, her shell will still be intact, but pus will begin to slowly seep out from all seven orifices. Until she has nothing left..."
"Her death will buy your life. Shouldn't you be happy?" The dry voice slowly uttered these incredibly cruel words.
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