<* Mature content, Gore, wouldn't advise eating while reading this chapter*>
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The had been chasing until late into the fourth night. The two had finally caught sight of Wen ZhuLiu in the courier station of a remote mountainous city. The courier station was two stories tall. A stable was right next to the building.
When Lan Wangji and Jiang Cheng arrived, they happened to see a tall shadow rush inside and lock the doors behind him. Afraid of Wen ZhuLiu's 'Core-Melting Hand' technique, the two decided not to alert the enemy and flipped onto the roof instead of entering through the door.
Jiang Cheng forced back the towering hatred within him. Clenching his teeth, he stared without a blink down through a slit between the roof tiles.
Wen ZhuLiu seemed to have been travelling. In his arms was another figure. As though dragging his legs, he walked to the second floor and placed the person beside the table. He then ran to all of the windows and closed the curtains so that not even a breeze could pass through.
He finally returned to the table and lit up the oil lamp. The faint light illuminated his face. It was still pale, still cold, but two dense smears of black were under his eyes. The other person by the table was covered entirely. Even their face was hidden in a cape. As though inside of a fragile cocoon, the person shivered within the cape.
The panting person suddenly exclaimed, "Don't light the lamp! What if he finds us?!" Wen Chao was quivering with fear, "W-We've run so far, for so long. H-He shouldn't b-be able to catch us, right?"
Wen ZhuLiu appeared to be indifferent, "Perhaps."
Wen Chao fumed, "What do you mean perhaps?! If we haven't outrun him why did you stop?!"
Wen ZhuLiu, "You need ointment. Or else you'll be dead for certain."
As he spoke, he took off Wen Chao's cape. Both of the two on the roof were shocked. Under the cape, it wasn't Wen Chao's arrogant, greasily handsome face, but rather a bald head enwrapped in bandages! Wen ZhuLiu peeled off the bandages layer by layer, revealing the skin of the bald man. On the face, scars and burn marks scattered without order, making him look as if he'd been cooked. Ugly, hideous, they couldn't see at all the shadow of whom he used to be!
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"Holy Mother of all that is mighty," Nie Mingjue said in shock, "what on earth happened? I am happy but curiously?"
"A slow painful death," Wei Ying answered.
Some of the others trembled at the sight. They had no idea such things could happen under the call of Chenqing. They just assumed she could call corpses and raise the dead. She can cause the spirits to act out in this most brutal and torturous way possible.
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Wen ZhuLiu took out the bottle of medicine. He first fed him a couple of round pills before he took out some ointment and applied it to the burn marks on his head and his face. Wen Chao whimpered in pain.
Wen ZhuLiu stopped him, "Don't cry. Or else the tears would make the wounds fester and worsen the pain."
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"Wouldn't that be a shame," Wen Ruohan said sarcastically.
A couple snickered at his comment.
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Wen Chao could only hold back his tears, unable to even cry. By the flickering light of the fire, a bald man covered in burn marks contorted his face, strange, muffled noises coming out of his mouth. The flame was on the verge of dying, a dim yellow. The sight was beyond frightening.
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