Sending Yin (10)

The suffocating feeling slowly faded from the darkness, leaving his head woozy.

Zhao Yijiu's eyelids felt heavy. Though his consciousness had already returned, it took him five or six minutes to regain all his senses.

During that time, he heard the whip lightly scrape against the wooden boards, and the sound of breathing from barely an arm's length away.

The surface beneath him was hard, and the temperature behind him was cold. His lashes fluttered as he sensed that his body was "not free."

The next second, Yu Xing's voice rang out, brimming with malice. "Awake? If you're awake, quit playing dead. Take a look at your situation, 'Lord Canine God.'"

Ghost Wine's memories came flooding back.

Tsk. Right, he'd relied on his identity to take a bite out of Yu Xing, but his overconfidence had let Yu Xing turn the tables on him.

At the thought, Zhao Yijiu frowned and opened his eyes. Sunlight filtered through the canopy and fell on him, dazzling him while also bringing a warm, cozy feeling.

Just as he'd expected, Yu Xing was sitting beside him, looking down at him.

Zhao Yijiu's heart skipped a beat. He immediately checked his position and found his hands and feet bound with hemp rope. He'd been tossed onto the hard, cargo-laden wagon, with the ominous, coffin-shaped "cargo" right behind him.

No wonder he could still feel streams of chilly air seeping into his body from behind, even in the sunlight.

"You—" Zhao Yijiu began. The hoarseness in his voice startled even him. The poison in the knockout drug had probably damaged his throat.

That only made him more displeased. He propped himself up and struggled violently, speaking to Yu Xing with a mixture of genuine and feigned anger. "Is this how a bodyguard deals with people? You