Dread appeared in the very depths of Mu Boxiu’s eyes. “Y-you…”


    Fu Shen gave an ambiguous smile. “You are, as a matter of fact, still alive and well. If you don’t believe me, pinch your thigh and see if it hurts.”


    The more he played the part of a falsely-civil snake, twisting and turning and not getting to the meat of the matter, the hollower Mu Boxiu felt. For a second, he wished he could just straight-up die, as that would be better than falling into Fu Shen’s hands to suffer his persecution.