His eyes were filled with terror, his features contorted as if they had been ripped away and then crudely stitched back together.
Ying Yi stepped on his face, then pulled his left hand across his chest. With his body pinned by the tiger and his face and hand restrained, Huyanjue thrashed violently in fear. Yet, no matter how he struggled, he couldn't escape his bound and imprisoned fate. He could only watch as his hand was forced into the tiger's maw.
The tiger's sharp teeth pierced his wrist, snapping bone. Huyanjue could even hear the tearing of flesh. He let out a piercing scream, his body trembling from the pain, his muscles spasming. Beads of cold sweat trickled down his forehead.
The tiger chewed with a crunching sound, its tongue idly curling, licking clean the blood that had fallen onto its whiskers and cheeks.
"Huyanjue!"
Nan Shiying called out the name again.
The voice, falling upon his ears, seemed to come from both near and far. Huyanjue's eyes, almost unfocused from the pain, regained their clarity. He rolled his eyeballs, trying to get a clear look at the person sitting on the chair, but his peripheral vision could only catch a corner of a pure white sleeve.
He gritted his teeth, his cheeks trembling from the exertion.
The tiger opened its mouth again, a thick,腥臭 smell wafting towards him. He watched as the tiger's head slowly approached his face, saw it extend its tongue, as if humans would first smell and taste their food before savoring it, smacking his taste.
Fear dragged him into the abyss.
Huyanjue's proud psychological defenses completely collapsed at this moment.
He shouted, "It's me, it's me!" m..oΓg
He knew that if he didn't respond this time, the devil would issue another command, offering his hand, or perhaps his foot or head, to this beast.
"Very good!"
Nan Shiying nodded with satisfaction. "If you had cooperated earlier, why would you have to lose a hand!"
As she spoke, she waved her hand. Ying Yi retracted the foot from his face and drew his long sword, pointing it at the tip of the tiger's nose. The razor-sharp blade, held at such close proximity, emitted a fierce, cold glint. Pressed against its nose, the biting chill sent a shiver down the tiger's spine. The tiger, sensing the situation, retreated a few steps, then turned to look at the devil sitting not far away, letting out a whimper of grievance.
Huyanjue struggled to his feet and turned, looking at the person seated on the chair.
"It's you!"
A look of sheer horror spread across Huyanjue's pale face. When had this person returned to the capital? He hadn't received even the slightest whisper of news!
His gaze towards Nan Shiying was sinister and filled with venom. If not for her, how could their plan have gone awry? She had not only ruined the sacrificial ceremony but also uprooted their hidden operatives in Wucheng. Not only that, but she had also destroyed their prosperous Hengyuan Chamber of Commerce.
It could be said that his current predicament was all thanks to her.
Hatred outweighed fear, and he lunged towards Nan Shiying.
Ying Yi raised his foot and kicked Huyanjue in the stomach. Huyanjue was sent sprawling to the ground, doubling over like a shrimp in pain.
"Left foot!"
Nan Shiying tidied her sleeves and spoke softly.
"No, I..."
A heart-rending scream once again pierced the air. The tiger, with satisfied chomps, devoured Huyanjue's left foot.
The blood loss and the pain made Huyanjue feel cold. His body trembled uncontrollably, his vision blurring. His memories became fragmented and bizarre at this moment. He saw halos appear before his eyes, contracting inwards from the periphery.
Ying Yi crouched down and slipped a pill into Huyanjue's mouth.
The medicine dissolved instantly upon contact. The halos before Huyanjue's eyes slowly dissipated, and a warm current flowed through his abdomen.
He could see clearly again!