Afterwards, the black tentacle picked up the skin fragnts again, carefully sticking them piece by piece onto the exposed tissues, swiftly sewing them together as if threading a needle...
The whole person looked like a worn-out rag doll with its stuffing hollowed out.
Withered, ugly, covered in patches.
"Hungry..."
Duan Zhongmou’s voice was hoarse.
The flesh could be stitched up, but the lost blood could not be generated out of thin air.
Chu Heng’s left eye flashed with a red light, scarlet mist seeped from beneath his hem, rushing towards Duan Zhongmou.
Duan Zhongmou opened his mouth and inhaled forcefully, a look of satisfaction spreading across his face. The withered body beca full, and the stitching marks on his skin gradually faded, ultimately restoring completely.
"Phew—"
Duan Zhongmou drew a breath and whispered, "That was close. If they had stayed half a stick of incense longer, I fear I wouldn’t have been able to hold out without revealing myself."
Thinking of that golden beam, his eyes filled with lingering fear.
That power was truly terrifying, it left no room for resistance.
If he hadn’t hidden the curse mark in his heart beforehand, deceiving Chu Yanli’s perception, the consequences would have been unimaginable!
"Didn’t you say it was handled cleanly? Why did Chen Mo even bring out the images from that ti?" Chu Heng said sternly: "And in front of Princess Xuanhuang, almost causing a disaster!"
Duan Zhongmou frowned tightly and said, "This old servant ensures no loose ends were left. Chen Mo must have used so thod to trace back to the scene."
To leave no trace, he had first enveloped the entire house with a domain before acting to capture, thinking it was foolproof... Yet, he hadn’t expected such bizarre occurrences!
"This old servant told the princely heir long ago, the city is on edge now, rashly acting against sect disciples might bring trouble..."
"Enough, what use is talking about this now?"
"If we don’t capture strong cultivators, how long will my recovery be delayed?"
Chu Heng gritted his teeth, his expression slightly hideous, "Even if discovered by Chen Mo, it doesn’t matter. If he doesn’t co to , I shall go to him! Yet, Princess Xuanhuang’s attitude towards him is truly unfathomable..."
Recalling what Chen Mo said before leaving, an unfounded bad premonition arose within him.
"Impossible."
"Even after ascending the throne, His Majesty never acted against Prince Yu Mansion; why would he bear the infamy of fratricide for Chen Mo?"
"No need to even ntion the Three Departnts."
"Apart from so influence at the Imperial Examination Hall, the Chen Family is at odds with the Ministry of Criminal Justice and the Ministry of Justice, any proposal would never pass..."
Chu Heng felt slightly reassured contemplating this.
However, so extra preparation is still necessary...
"Mr. Duan."
"This old servant is here."
Duan Zhongmou approached Chu Heng, bowing low, "What are the orders from the princely heir?"
"Go prepare..."
Chu Heng whispered, Duan Zhongmou’s face growing increasingly grave, "Is it really necessary? Such actions might truly leave no way back..."
"Way back? Do you think I still have the opportunity to turn back?" Chu Heng narrowed his eyes, a blood-red glint in them, "Do as I say, both the Jiang Family and Princess Xuanhuang are involved now, it’s getting more complicated, can’t delay further..."
Duan Zhongmou frowned tightly, hesitated to speak, but in the end, nodded in agreent.
"Yes."
...
...
Elsewhere.
Chen Mo had just stepped out of Prince Yu Mansion when he saw two figures standing beside the stone lions at the entrance.
"Your Highness, haven’t you left yet?" Chen Mo approached, cupping his hands.
"I was waiting for you," Chu Yanli said frankly.
Chen Mo was sowhat puzzled, "Does Your Highness have any further instructions?"
Chu Yanli glanced at the cat in his arms and asked out of the blue, "Can your cat really do a backflip?"
?
Chen Mo was montarily stunned.
After regaining his composure, he patted the cat’s bottom.
"ow~"
Reluctantly forced into a performance, the cat leapt from his arms, spun three and a half tis in the air, and landed lightly on the ground.
Then it climbed up Chen Mo’s leg to his shoulder, curled up into a ball, and lazily yawned.
"Doesn’t look like an alien beast; didn’t expect it’s so smart. You’ve raised a good cat..." Chu Yanli praised, then suddenly changed the topic: "Why don’t you let play with it for a couple of days?"
Hearing this, the cat no longer felt sleepy. Its odd-colored eyes stared warily at the woman in front.
Its little claws clung tightly to Chen Mo’s clothes, afraid he might give it away.
Chen Mo felt awkward, "It’s not that this humble servant is stingy, but this foolish cat has a bad temper and untad nature. I’m worried it might disturb Your Highness..."
Although You Ji’s divine soul had been sealed by the Daoist Venerable, Chu Yanli was not an ordinary person. If she noticed sothing was amiss, it could cause unnecessary trouble...
"Hah!"
The cat bared its teeth, appearing fierce.
"I wasn’t asking about the cat, but you." Chu Yanli looked at Chen Mo, arms crossed, said indifferently, "If you make happy enough, accepting you as a concubine wouldn’t be out of the question."
Chen Mo: ???
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