Kong Yirou was scared out of her wits.
She had never seen a monster like this in her life.
She retreated in terror, screaming almost out of control, "Don't come any closer! You're not allowed to come closer! Don't come over—!"
The freak wore an eerie, wicked grin as he slowly approached her, the strange weapon in his hand cold and bright. "Heh heh heh, I love seeing that terrified look on your faces the most. I could never get tired of it... heh heh heh..."
Kong Yirou's mind was already a complete mess.
At that moment, her entire inner palace was spinning out of control. Her dantian spasmed, beyond her command, and she couldn't summon even a single breath of strength. Her hands trembled violently, yet her legs were weak, so weak she couldn't even stand. She didn't have the strength to push against the dirt beneath her feet; the more anxious she became, the more powerless her whole body felt...
"Don't come over, don't come over!"
All kinds of terrifying images began appearing in Kong Yirou's mind.
She imagined herself being cut in two by that horrifying blade, being pierced through, being beheaded.
Her own beautiful head would be seized by the hair and lifted up by him, blood flowing from the severed stump of her neck, dripping onto the ground here...
She imagined her corpse being thrown here, with no one to care and no one to ask. Only jackals in the night and foraging vultures would come to gnaw on her young body.
She would remain here forever, all alone and miserable...
She would never see her father, mother, or grandfather again...
The more Kong Yirou thought about it, the more frightened she became, her face turning ashen with fear.
And that monster was still approaching,