Empress Fu Yao [Volume 2] (Completed)✔

The Hero Under the heavens

The cry was ear-piercing, as if a person had torn a bloody cloth with a "chi-la" sound, then suddenly raised their hands to fling the pieces into the air. It seemed like the whole sky and earth were filled with that sanguine color, drowning a person's senses with piercing stimulus.

"Huo-la!" With a sound, a window covering by Meng Fuyao's side was suddenly ripped apart. From inside darted out a pair of shriveled black hands, grabbing hold of Fuyao's left arm with lightning speed!

At the same time, the shattered yet piercing woman's voice that had sounded just then, rose up even nearer: "... you've come! You've come! Let us die together, perish together! HAHAHA ..."

With her eyes contracting, Fuyao saw that the hands clenching her arm were so emaciated that blue veins protruded out. The insides of the sharp fingernails were filled with mud and dirt, while on the back of the hands were smudges of brown. This pair of ferocious but sickly hands, actually couldn't even grab onto her arm steadily. They uncontrollably shook in the wind, yet the hands still desperately clung onto her flesh using pinching fingernails.

Fuyao's finger flicked and a thread of wind shot out. That ghoul-like pair of hands instantly shrunk back, accompanied by a hoarse exclamation as an echoing collision noise traveled out from the inside of the empty room. The sound had yet to fall before Fuyao had already pushed open the door and walked in.

Inside the room was, as expected, even more dilapidated than she imagined. With a look she could see that it was a room inhabited by a lunatic – tools randomly littered the ground, and the dust layer on the floor was almost several cun thick. The woman wore rotted clothing of dubious coloring as she shrunk back into a wall corner, her visage covered by scatteredly draping hair and her body exuding a sour stench.

Meng Fuyao's eyes fell upon the battered, mat-like bed on the ground, and saw patches of light yellow and dark yellow on the straw bedding, their odor suffocating. After walking closer she realized it was traces of excretion.

That woman stared at her in panic, her pair of eyes amidst the tangled hair crazily bewildered. Inside the eyes flickered murky indigo yet also fiery light; that gaze jumped here and there, and the places that were touched upon seemed to be lit up with devilish flame.

"Zhangsun Wuji ... you demon ..."

The voice, thin as gossamer, drifted through the stillness of the empty room. Deep with ghostly aura, yet also filled with hatred, each word shattered gold and splintered jade as it ground out through the gaps of her teeth. One listening could not help but believe that if Zhangsun Wuji were here, this woman would definitely lunge over to tear him apart, and then devour him bite by bite.

A hint of doubt flashed through Fuyao's eyes. Who was this woman? Why was she imprisoned like this inside a broken-down courtyard at Prince De's residence? And how did she have a grudge against the Infinite Empire's most noble prince? Since this person was a dangerous character due to her insane ramblings that slandered the current crown prince, logically speaking Prince De ought to restrain her carefully. Yet why was there not even a guard assigned, was she just left here to die?

Fuyao tried to get a better look at the woman as she unconsciously stepped forward.

However, a light cough suddenly sounded behind her.

Meng Fuyao stopped in place as she squinted, staring into the widened pupils of the crazy woman. In there was reflected a tall figure, wearing pure white clothes – it was Zong Yue.

Strangely, even though Zong Yue had clearly coughed to signal at her, he was not looking at her back. From the eyes of the lady Fuyao could see that his eyes were directly staring at the crazed woman's eyes.