On an inexplicable impulse, Liu Nan picked up the slip of paper and clenched it in her hand.
She turned around and looked at He Ao.
He Ao was still watching the Youth standing on the circular platform. He had already reached out and grabbed the Youth's arm, seemingly considering whether to pull him down from the platform. He was standing very close to the platform on the right. It seemed that if Liu Nan gave him a push, she could send him onto the platform.
The power of this room would imprison He Ao, while Liu Nan, having offered the sacrifice, would be able to leave.
Liu Nan looked at the Youth's back and felt her heart pounding.
It was as though a seductive voice was whispering deep within her mind,
In such an enclosed space, with only the two of them here, no one would know what she did.
When the time came, she only needed to pin all the blame on this strange house and courtyard. No one would blame her.
After all, what could a weak woman like her, powerless as a chicken, possibly do to harm the powerful He Ao?
And who would know that all it took to kill the powerful man before her was a gentle push?
In that instant, countless thoughts flashed through Liu Nan's mind. She raised her foot, about to take that step.
But at that very moment, she stopped. She took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down. Beads of sweat the size of beans slid down the side of her face, and her back was already drenched in cold sweat.
She crumpled the slip of paper in her hand into a ball and threw it beneath one of the shelves.
Greed and desire were a bottomless