The moment the bed curtains were lifted, the guard standing to the right outside the door suddenly widened his eyes.
Behind that flawless, jade-white body, more than ten people lay motionless on the bed, their bodies shriveled to skin and bones, utterly bloodless. Clearly, they had been drained dry.
At the sight, the guard immediately turned his head away.
"Hah!" The guard on the left let out a soft breath. Because of where he stood, he could not see the beauty inside the room. He could only wink at his companion, seemingly asking how it was.
But the man on the right merely swallowed, his chest heaving violently, his expression filled with terror as though he had gone numb. He had no time to care about that.
His heart was already gripped by panic, and he even wanted to flee.
Honestly, was the Holy Envoy beautiful?
Beautiful and seductive—of course she was.
But that curvaceous, enchanting figure and that alluring, bewitching face, paired with the scene on the bed, became something truly horrifying.
That single glance sobered the guard on the right completely. Beauty was a blade that scraped the bones, an edge that cut lives short—it was truly deadly!
As terror filled the guard's heart, the conversation inside the room was also drawing to a close.
The curtains rustled as the woman returned behind them and spoke softly.
"Vajra, Wuzui has yet to arrive with the Holy Son. That fellow from the Corpse Immortal Sect has likely already come. As for Great Feng, it is not suitable for me to show myself at a time like this."
"Then you should test him. If the Corpse Immortal Sect dares to make a move, stir the waters."
"Vajra accepts the order!"
The bald man called Vajra had not yet left.
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