Chapter 122: Who Is It?

Chapter 122: Who Is It?

These iron nails, twisted and tangled together, looked like some sort of hidden weapon.

Seeing these things vomited from his own mouth, Li Huowang instantly realized that the liquor-filled chocolates he had just eaten were precisely these.

The moment he raised his right hand, a sharp pain shot through his shoulder.

Trembling, Li Huowang looked down at his arm, only to find a gruesome wound where gleaming white bone was exposed.

The location was exactly where Yang Na had smashed him with her bag earlier!

Someone tried to kill me while I was trapped in that hallucination! Li Huowang realized in a flash.

Enduring the agony, Li Huowang glared around with bloodshot eyes, only to find the rows of Zoroastrian cultists standing in place like tombstones, watching him in silent stillness.

Li Huowang's expression twisted into a fierce grimace; reaching back with one hand, he unrolled the Record of the Myriad Realms across the floor, blood dripping continuously from the corners of his mouth onto the red bamboo slips.

With a sharp ring of steel, Li Huowang drew his longsword, pointing it at the Zoroastrian cultists surrounding him.

What is the meaning of this?! Is this how you keep your rules? Do you really think I am a soft persimmon to be squeezed at will? Li Huowang roared.

His voice echoed through the cavern, yet it drew no response from a single soul.

Thus, the Zoroastrian cultists remained where they stood, gazing at Li Huowang with looks of mockery, curiosity, and bewilderment.

Just as Li Huowang thought they were prepared to fight to the bitter end, a tearful Yingzi burst from the crowd, struggling to help him to his feet.

Benefactor, let us go, let us hurry, do not look them in the eye, Jiang Yingzi urged, her voice laced with anxiety as she addressed the blood-soaked Li Huowang.

Li Huowang turned his gaze to Yingzi beside him, his icy stare revealing that she was no different from the others.

Slowly, he poured a few Blood-Nourishing Pills from the gourd at his waist and placed them in his mouth.

Supported by Yingzi, he passed through the stares of the others and returned to his own cavern.

The pain within his body had not subsided; Li Huowang knew full well that having swallowed those things, his stomach and esophagus must be in a terrible state.

Yet there was nothing he could do now but lie on the bed and endure it, waiting for his body, with its enhanced regenerative abilities, to heal itself.

Once he had calmed down, Li Huowang realized that not only were his internal organs injured, but his body also bore blade wounds, as if he had been hacked.

Recalling the earlier hallucination, it perfectly matched Yang Na striking him with her bag.

Watching Li Huowang's wounds, Yingzi's expression showed a hint of struggle as she pulled a wax-wrapped book from her robe. Benefactor, bear with it, let me treat your injuries.

Just as she was about to approach, Li Huowang suddenly swung his right hand, knocking the wax-wrapped book flying.

You were the only one beside me just now; tell me, what exactly happened?

Yingzi's trembling hands clutched her robe tightly, looking utterly terrified. I... I cannot say... they will kill me.

Looking at Yingzi, who kept her head bowed, Li Huowang suddenly realized that since the day he met her, he had never once looked her in the eyes.

Raise your head and look at me.

Hearing Li Huowang's words, Yingzi appeared even more uneasy.

With her head still lowered, her gaze kept darting away, never daring to meet Li Huowang's eyes.

What exactly are you afraid of? Are you simply a spy planted by those people at my side?

The things you said last night were completely made up, were they not? What on earth is the purpose of you self-abusing fiends?

It is not like that, no... Yingzi's breathing was ragged, as if she were suppressing something.

If you are not with them, then who exactly hurt me just now! Speak! Do you people not claim to follow rules? Is this your idea of following rules? Would you die if you did not commit evil?

Hearing this, Yingzi's expression twisted in extreme anguish, her lips bitten until they bled.

Just as she was about to say something, a knock came from the door.

Li Huowang and Yingzi turned their heads simultaneously, only to see two over-two-meter-tall Zoroastrian cultists, one in black and one in white, standing silently at the entrance like door gods.

Yingzi clearly understood the meaning of these two giants far better than Li Huowang; her body trembling, she walked toward the door.

What kind of game is this? Not even bothering to pretend anymore, have you completely torn up the facade?

Li Huowang closed his eyes again, attempting to recover as much as possible.

The wounds could not be allowed to worsen any further; if they did, Danyangzi would emerge.

Suddenly, he felt a movement on his wounds.

Opening his eyes, he realized it was Mantou.

Mantou, with its ears drooping, quietly crept over and gently licked Li Huowang's wounds with its tongue.

Mantou, oh Mantou, next time do not guard the house, just follow me; I truly cannot do without someone by my side, Li Huowang murmured, stroking the dog's head.

Suddenly, Mantou's thin body flinched sharply, its head turning toward the door.

Finding nothing there, it lowered its head again and continued licking Li Huowang's wounds.

Frowning deeply, Li Huowang also looked toward the door.

He understood what had just happened to Mantou; it had heard a scream.

With his greatly enhanced hearing, Li Huowang also caught that faint sound, which sounded like a woman's scream of agony.

Recalling Yingzi being taken away earlier, it was not hard to guess whose scream that was.

A hint of hesitation flashed in Li Huowang's eyes, but ultimately he pressed his hand against the dog's back, gritting his teeth and enduring the excruciating pain as he stood up.

Day in and day out, it is nothing but trouble! Can I not just get a decent rest?

Swaying his body like a tattered sack, Li Huowang slowly shuffled outside.

The screams grew louder and louder, until finally, Li Huowang found them in a vast, echoing cavern.

Two barbed hooks pierced through her collarbones, suspending her completely naked body in the air.

The over-two-meter-tall white-robed Zoroastrian cultist from earlier was fluttering around her, wielding two blades as thin as cicada wings.

Swoosh! A fingernail flew from Li Huowang, directly severing the chain holding Yingzi.

The girl, covered in a mangled mass of flesh and blood, crashed heavily to the ground.

Li Huowang stepped in front of her, blocking her from the sight of the others.

Immediately after, he sternly questioned the charred Shou San beside him: How do you Zoroastrian cultists manage to treat your words like farts! Let me ask you, does our deal still count or not!

Shou San looked at Li Huowang's appearance with genuine surprise, followed by a hint of amusement on his face.

I still have to give face to the Abbess; of course, we keep our word, and the deal remains valid.