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I twisted my neck, trying to avoid the approaching liquid, but Wang Yao's cold hand firmly grasped my chin, forcing my mouth open.
A bitter and spicy liquid surged into my mouth, and I felt it slide down my throat, even flowing into my nasal cavity, choking me and making it hard to breathe. It felt as if fire was burning in my chest.
The liquid spilled from the corners of my mouth, trickling down my chin and neck. The cold, sticky sensation sent shivers down my spine.
Despair washed over me as I closed my eyes, tears uncontrollably streaming down my face, mixing with the potion and flowing freely.
The liquid churned in my stomach, an indescribable wave of nausea rising within me. It felt as if my insides were twisting, and the intense pain forced a pained groan from my lips.
Once the potion was poured in, that icy hand finally released my chin.
I collapsed weakly onto the ground, gasping for air as if a drowning person had finally surfaced.
I began to cough violently, each spasm feeling like it would expel my lungs. My throat burned painfully, as if it had been torn apart.
Curled up on the floor, tears blurred my vision. The world around me became hazy, with only the endless pain and despair clearly echoing in my heart.
"You see? You're perfectly fine now. Little girl, I won't lie to you," the old woman said.
"What do you want from us?"
After a long while, when my throat felt somewhat better, I managed to speak.
The old woman seemed momentarily dazed.
"It's fine to tell you," she said.
Her shriveled lips moved slightly, resembling something crawling with maggots that made me feel nauseous.
"I'm old now; my time is running out. To live on, I need the blood of someone with the Extreme Yin Bloodline."
"You are my lifeline, my elixir of immortality!"
Extreme Yin Bloodline? Confusion and fear filled my heart. What is this? Why do I possess such a bloodline?
I struggled to recall every detail from my past, but found no relevant clues.
Growing up, I was just an ordinary girl, never having heard of any Extreme Yin Bloodline.
"Indeed," the old woman said, her tone laced with a hint of pride, as if she were flaunting a rare treasure.
"Such individuals are hard to come by. Over the years, including you, I've only found three. The first two had impure blood and were ineffective, but your blood..."
She paused, a glint of greed flashing in her eyes, like a hungry wolf spotting a delicious piece of meat.
"Your blood is the purest Extreme Yin Bloodline I've ever seen! That's why I had my Good Grandson lure you here! Ha ha!"
"But don't worry, you won't die; you just need to return your vitality to me!"
With that, the old woman burst into laughter, her voice sharp and piercing, echoing in the empty room like the cackling of a demon from hell, sending chills down my spine.
My heart sank to the depths as a cold wave surged from my feet to the top of my head.
I finally understood; this was all a conspiracy, a meticulously crafted trap! And I was the prey being hunted!
My gaze fell upon Yang Mengfan.
He stood alone at the edge of the altar, tall and imposing, yet resembling a cold statue. His expression was blank, his eyes icy, as if everything happening around him had nothing to do with him, or perhaps everything was under his control.
Though he stood right there, I felt he was impossibly distant—so far that I could never reach him in this lifetime.
I looked at him in disbelief, my heart filled with pain and despair. It felt as though I had plunged into an ice cellar, the chill piercing to my bones; yet it also felt like being consumed by raging flames, unbearable and agonizing.
He dragged me to the snowy mountains, and it turned out to be for such a purpose!
How could he be so heartless, so cruel!
How could he treat me like this?
I once loved him so deeply, trusted him completely, regarded him as my whole world, my only one, an indispensable part of my life.
Yet he deceived me, used me, treating me as a sacrifice to satisfy his grandmother's twisted desires!
My heart felt as if it had been torn into pieces, aching so painfully that I could hardly breathe, as if a sharp knife had plunged deep into my heart, twisting back and forth, grinding my heart into pulp.
I felt my world collapse; my faith shattered; everything I had turned to nothing.
Tears blurred my vision. Despairing, I closed my eyes and let the tears flow freely. I didn’t want to see him, didn’t want to look at the face I once loved but now loathed with all my being.
I hated him—hated his deceit, hated his cruelty, and even more, I hated my own foolishness for falling in love with such a demon!
I once thought he was my salvation, my sunshine, the only light in my life. Little did I know that he was the very demon who pushed me into the abyss!
He was the one who would destroy me, who would consume me!
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