"Do you curse?"
Hearing Murong Yuanyuan utter those words, Li Qianfan felt an urge to slap her.
When he saw the peculiar glint in Murong's eyes, he truly thought she possessed a method capable of eliminating Luo Huayin and the others.
After all this...
Damn it!
Had this little mare's brain been damaged?
Fortunately, Li Qianfan was too weak and immobilized to bother with her further.
"I know you don't believe me, but my curses can work miracles that even I wouldn't dare to imagine."
Murong Yuanyuan could clearly sense Li Qianfan's thoughts.
She didn't care.
She simply lowered her voice and explained urgently, "But I'm not lying to you!"
"Alright."
Looking at the seemingly deranged Murong Yuanyuan, Li Qianfan said, "Then curse them all to die right now. Once they're dead, we can seize the opportunity to head south."
Murong Yuanyuan put on a serious face and said, "But I'm afraid my curses might not be able to make them harm themselves. They're all invulnerable. And if I really curse them all to die, what will we do if we encounter polar bears or other fierce beasts? I can't guarantee I can curse such creatures. Therefore, we need to carefully discuss whether to leave someone behind to help us fight the beasts."
Li Qianfan closed his eyes.
He had no interest in indulging in this little mare's fantasies.
He would rather focus on how to avoid humiliation if they were captured by the Zhan Mo Shen Dian.
The thought of being toyed with by a woman in her fifties sent a shiver down his spine.
Murong Yuanyuan spoke again, "Open your eyes. I want you to watch the enemy!"
Li Qianfan reluctantly opened his eyes and looked towards Old Ba. "I'm watching. Curse Old Ba to suddenly take a knife and chop off one of his hands."
"Okay, you watch."
Murong Yuanyuan took a deep breath.
She tightly gripped Li Qianfan's hand, looked at Old Ba, and said with a trembling voice, "I curse Old Ba to chop off one of his own hands with a knife."
Her voice trembled because she feared her highly anticipated curse might fail.
Perhaps it was due to excessive nervousness?
After Murong Yuanyuan uttered the curse, she felt a sudden, inexplicable pain in her chest.
Then!
Then—
Li Qianfan watched with his own eyes as Old Ba, who was rummaging through supplies on a sled, suddenly pulled out a cleaver and brutally chopped at his own left hand!!
The knife.
A swift knife.
And Old Ba put his full strength into this strike.
With a flash of the blade, his left hand was severed at the wrist and dangled on the ground.
Blood gushed from his wrist.
Yet, Old Ba, after severing his own hand, let out no scream, as if the hand he had cut off belonged to someone else.
Dong!!!
Witnessing this scene, Li Qianfan's heart pounded wildly.
The color that had just returned to his face drained away instantly.
The pupils of his eyes shrank to the size of pinpricks in an instant.
The curse.
Murong Yuanyuan's curse!
At that moment, the shock Li Qianfan experienced mentally was beyond words.
As for Luo Huayin and the others—
They were stunned into immobility when Old Ba suddenly chopped off his own left wrist.
Who wouldn't be stunned?
Murong Yuanyuan was not.
Since the curse had begun—
She continued to lower her voice and cursed again, "I curse Old Six to decapitate Old Ba with a single strike."
Old Six and Old Ba had whipped her nine times in the past few days.
She hated them deeply!
This was why she endured repeated beatings to get close to Li Qianfan.
Only through physical contact with Li Qianfan could her mysterious curse mode be activated.
Now that she had her wish—
Before Murong Yuanyuan finished speaking, she felt another inexplicable sharp pain in her chest.
In a flash, Murong Yuanyuan understood something.
This inexplicable chest pain was a backlash.
When Murong Yuanyuan cursed ordinary people, she might have also suffered some backlash without realizing it.
But when she cursed those with exceptional skills, the backlash caused her chest to ache severely.
Instantly.
Murong Yuanyuan understood this principle.
However, before the chest pain could spread, she saw Old Six suddenly roar and lunge at Old Ba like a madman.
Luo Huayin and the others also snapped back to reality.
They assumed Old Six lunged at Old Ba because he was shocked by his own self-mutilation and feared Old Ba would continue, so he rushed to stop him.
Old Six snatched the knife from Old Ba's dazed hand, and Luo Huayin and the others instinctively let out a sigh of relief.
But the next moment—
Roar!
With Old Six's ferocious roar, he swept the knife he held in both hands across Old Ba's neck, and a large head flew through the air!!
Luo Huayin and the others were stunned again.
What about Li Qianfan?
Murong Yuanyuan didn't look at him. She tightly gripped his hands and whispered hoarsely, "I curse Old Six, Old Five, Old Three, Old Two, and that woman (Luo Huayin's maid) to kill Luo Huayin! Until death!"
Death—
As Murong Yuanyuan uttered the last word, she felt an unbearable pain in her heart and let out a "wow."
A mouthful of bright red blood spewed from her lips.
Immediately after, Murong Yuanyuan's vision went black, and she collapsed softly onto Li Qianfan, motionless.
Pain.
Chest pain.
Even in her unconscious state, Murong Yuanyuan could clearly feel as if an invisible hand were gripping her heart, pulling it down with all its might.
The pain was so intense that she almost woke up from her coma, but then it vanished.
She didn't know how much time had passed.
Murong Yuanyuan slowly opened her eyes.
She saw the ever-shifting Northern Lights, heard the biting wind traversing the snowfield in the polar night, and smelled the scent emanating from Li Qianfan.
Her nearly dormant mind began to slowly function again as she awoke.
And within seconds, it returned to normal.
Murong Yuanyuan realized she was still lying on top of Li Qianfan.
She slowly raised her head, her eyes scanning her surroundings with a hint of confusion.
The area was empty—
More precisely, there were a few sleds and two corpses.
One of them was headless, the body of Old Ba.
The other corpse, its fox mask removed, revealed the face of a woman.
This woman was Luo Huayin's personal maid.
The corpse's face was contorted, its eyes bulging from its sockets.
There were several finger-sized holes on the corpse's forehead!
These were inflicted by Luo Huayin's gloved right hand, her five fingers forcefully plunging in.
The maid's wounds had black blood coagulated, proving she was not a zombie like Old Five.
Then where were Luo Huayin and the other three subordinates?
As Murong Yuanyuan subconsciously searched for Luo Huayin, Li Qianfan's voice came from beneath her, "Are you looking for Luo Huayin?"
"Yes."
Murong Yuanyuan lowered her head, finally seeing Li Qianfan.
Still lying on his back amidst the blankets, Li Qianfan's eyes, as he looked at Murong Yuanyuan, were brighter than ever before!
His voice, however, was gentle, "After Luo Huayin was attacked by her subordinates, she killed this woman first. In her haste, she didn't have a knife to decapitate the zombies. She could only retreat while fighting, and I don't know where she retreated to. Luo Huayin is injured, she's not an unkillable zombie."
Murong Yuanyuan asked, "Do you believe now that I can curse people?"
The ironclad facts were right there!
Li Qianfan replied in a serious tone, "I believe."
Murong Yuanyuan asked again, "Do you know why I vomited blood and fainted just now?"
Li Qianfan thought for a moment and asked, "Backlash?"
"Yes. It was backlash."
Murong Yuanyuan asked again, "Do you believe I can help you return south?"
Li Qianfan nodded with all his might, "I believe!"
Murong Yuanyuan continued, "Are you afraid of me now?"
Li Qianfan answered truthfully, "I am. I'm afraid you'll curse my family."
Murong Yuanyuan asked again, "Do you want to know why I possess such a miraculous ability?"
This time.
Before Li Qianfan could answer, Murong Yuanyuan climbed up and stumbled quickly towards the supplies.
She finally understood it wasn't time for a chat.
Currently.
She had to leave this place quickly before Luo Huayin could possibly return!
Cough cough cough.
Murong Yuanyuan, clearly suffering from severe internal injuries, coughed violently but ignored the blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.
She quickly gathered as much supplies as possible, packed them, and brought them back to Li Qianfan.
"Li Qianfan—"
Murong Yuanyuan, with her slender waist and long legs, picked up a rope from the sled, slung it over her shoulder, and said, "I'll take you home!"