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Lin Lingsu gently patted Wei Ning's head, her expression suddenly softening. "Li Xin, you see clearly now, this is my true man, while you are just a disgusting fellow."
The flickering candlelight cast a red hue, and Wei Ning's face was imprinted in Li Xin's eyes. Fear spread across Li Xin's face as he muttered, "Impossible, impossible. Wei Ning was at the Corpse Driving Conference just a few days ago; he couldn't possibly be here so soon. This can't be him, it can't."
Wei Ning remained cold and silent.
Lin Lingsu took out a comb and began to groom Wei Ning's hair, murmuring, "Mouse, no one can stop us from being together. No one."
White silk threads were already wrapped around Li Xin's forehead, leaving only his eyes and mouth exposed. He scrutinized the Wei Ning before him and suddenly burst into laughter, the sound reverberating throughout the room and causing dust to fall.
It seemed he had witnessed the funniest thing of his life.
Li Xin laughed so hard he nearly choked. "Lin Lingsu, I used to really dislike you, but now I can only pity you. Do you really think he is Wei Ning? Wake up! Or maybe you should visit a mental hospital to check if your nerves are okay."
It turned out that this Wei Ning's face was covered with countless fine stitching marks. However, due to the meticulous craftsmanship, they were hardly noticeable at first glance.
This face had clearly been sewn together by someone using needle and thread.
In other words, the Wei Ning before them was not Wei Ning at all but rather pieces of human skin that had fallen off when Wei Ning transformed into a Blood Corpse at Dragon Tiger Mountain years ago. It was unexpected that Lin Lingsu had managed to collect every single piece and hired an expert to stitch them together into another version of Wei Ning.
Such a twisted act could only be carried out by a woman as deranged as Lin Lingsu.
Had Lin Lingsu really spent these years talking to this "Wei Ning" about her longing?
The thought sent shivers down Li Xin's spine.
Lin Lingsu gazed at the Wei Ning in front of her with eyes full of affection and unabashedly kissed his face. Despite being tightly bound, Li Xin felt his stomach churn.
"Lin Lingsu, you are pathetic," Li Xin said coldly.
"I am pathetic? If it weren't for Ning Suwen and that traitor Wang Chuyi, I would have been with him long ago. They are the ones who have kept me from my love with Wei Ning; they must die."
Li Xin sighed and said, "Lin Lingsu, loving someone isn't like this. You're too extreme, and everything can easily lead you to a dead end. Even without them, you and Wei Ning would never be together because you simply don't understand what it means to love someone."
Suddenly, Lin Lingsu conjured a shimmering autumn water sword in her hand and pressed it against Li Xin's throat, coldly stating, "You talk nonsense. A man like you, who plays mind games, is even worthy of discussing love?"
Li Xin glanced at the sword against his throat and replied, "Yes, I am unworthy, but I know that a woman like you is even less so."
"Li Xin, you're at death's door. Aren't you afraid I might kill you?"
Li Xin scoffed, "Now that I've fallen into your hands, do you really think with your ruthless nature, you'd let me go?"
"You know it well."
Li Xin shook his head and said, "But you're worse off than I am. Don't forget how Wei Ning's disciple died back then. Wei Ning is a man of loyalty; do you think if he knew you were the one who killed the person who went to save him, he would treat you kindly?"
"I estimate he would want to swallow you whole, ha ha ha."
"Li Xin, shut up!" Lin Lingsu shouted fiercely.
"You two can never be together now. Wei Ning already hates you; you injured one of his eyes and flayed his skin alive. You even wanted to turn him into a Blood Corpse without thought or will. Do you think he could still love you?"
"Shut up!"
"Ha ha! I bet he's currently plotting how to take revenge on his disciple and himself. And what about that female ghost? Do you remember how she treated Wei Ning? That was love. Unlike you, a selfish and disgusting woman. Do you think between that female ghost and you, Wei Ning would choose? Lin Lingsu, how pathetic you are; you're not even as good as a ghost. To hell with the chairman of Dragon Tiger Mountain and to hell with being the number one beauty!"
In truth, Li Xin aimed to provoke Lin Lingsu further, hoping she would give him a swift end. Seeing Lin Lingsu on the verge of collapse only fueled his taunts: "I guess I'm done for. If I had succeeded just now, I would have had my way with you and then let the brothers from Dragon Tiger Mountain enjoy themselves too. After that, I'd sell you off to a brothel where you'd serve clients for free. Let all the men taste what it's like to have the number one beauty beneath them and see your expression while pleasing them. Ha ha ha."
"Li Xin! You're asking for death." Lin Lingsu's eyes turned crimson as her sword radiated with deadly light.
Li Xin grinned wickedly and said, "Come on! If I frown even slightly, then I'm your grandson. If you've got the guts, kill me; otherwise, I'm going to have my way with you—I'll make sure to ruin this shameless woman."
"Li Xin!" Lin Lingsu's killing intent reached its peak as she thrust her sword into Li Xin's mouth.
Li Xin's pupils dilated suddenly as he shouted loudly, "Bitch, what are you doing?"
"What are you doing? This is what you brought upon yourself," Lin Lingsu said, her wounded face beginning to ooze blood, the crimson droplets spreading across her features, creating a haunting and sinister appearance. "I want you dead!"
With that, Lin Lingsu drove her longsword directly into Li Xin's mouth. Blood poured from Li Xin's lips as the blade pierced through his throat, causing it to rupture. Yet, he still managed to spit out defiantly, "Bitch, you're ruthless indeed, but I’m not backing down... If I don't die today... I'll fuck you up..."
Lin Lingsu pressed down harder, the sword plunging deeper into Li Xin's esophagus. Blood gushed from his mouth, but he continued to curse relentlessly. Lin Lingsu's sword sank further and further, a vicious expression etched on her face.
"Bitch..." Li Xin's pupils began to dilate, yet he still muttered curses through gritted teeth.
With a forceful thrust, Lin Lingsu twisted the blade inside him. Li Xin let out a muffled groan as she suddenly yanked the sword out, a spray of blood erupting and splattering across the newly decorated room.
"Bitch..." Li Xin's head tilted to one side, his bulging eyes fixed on Lin Lingsu.
He died with his eyes wide open.
Suddenly, a commotion erupted outside. Lin Lingsu hurriedly opened the door and was met with a shocking sight: everything red that had adorned Dragon Tiger Mountain had turned white. The large red lanterns that hung from the eaves were inexplicably transformed into white ones, and the character for "joy" had been replaced with a large character for "mourning."
In an instant, what was supposed to be a celebration at Dragon Tiger Mountain had turned into a funeral. A chilling wind swept through, and Lin Lingsu touched her face, suddenly shivering.
She couldn't tell if the blood staining her face was hers or Li Xin's.
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