Li Huowang was put back in Handcuffs and shackles, then sent back to his room.
Sitting on the bed, Li Huowang thought about the information Ba Hui had just revealed. He forcibly suppressed the unease in his heart and began pondering what Qing Wanglai was really plotting.
He wants to use Yang Na to threaten me?! But why? Has he finally stopped pretending altogether? What the hell does he want?
Li Huowang's trembling mouth suddenly opened, and he viciously bit down on the back of his hand. A ferocious gleam flashed in his eyes. "I'm going to kill him!! I'm going to kill him! I have to kill him!!"
The longer Li Huowang stayed in White Pagoda Prison, the more the fury in his heart swelled. Just as it was about to reach its peak, when he could barely stop himself from breaking out, Ba Hui finally made another move.
Today was the Mid-Autumn Festival. They were eating mooncakes; even mental patients had to eat mooncakes. The mooncakes had all been made by the patients themselves, saving labor while letting the patients take part and feel the holiday atmosphere—killing two birds with one stone.
Stamped on the front of the mooncakes were the words White Pagoda Mental Illness Ward. At their center was the outline of a human head, with a staff entwined by two serpents inside it.
There were many varieties of mooncake: milk cheese, green apple and green plum, coffee chocolate, peach Tieguanyin, Lipu taro, golden purple sweet potato. But Li Huowang had no interest in any of them.
"Have one. How can you not eat mooncakes on the Mid-Autumn Festival?" An orderly placed an ice-skin Purple Sweet Potato Mooncake in Li Huowang's hand. "I know you miss home. Everyone does. Cooperate with your treatment properly. Once you're