Yu Xiaogang's Life Countdown

A lavishly decorated black carriage approached at an exceptionally slow pace.

Heavy black velvet curtains covered the carriage, and even its wheels were wrapped in anti-slip cotton covers, making it appear especially steady.

The carriage came to a smooth stop not far from Yu Xiaogang, blocking the knife-like autumn wind at just the right angle and making the air around them seem a little warmer.

Yet beneath that warmth lurked an indescribable oppression.

The carriage door was pushed open, and a foot clad in a black brocade boot stepped down first.

"Y-you, you, you..."

The moment Yu Xiaogang saw the newcomer's face, it was as though something had lodged in his throat. He could not even form a complete sentence.

Qian Renxue!

He would recognize that exquisite yet frosty face even if he were reduced to ashes!

The sight of this woman struck Yu Xiaogang's mind like a heavy hammer, and he suddenly understood.

Everything that had happened today—

Frenziedly replayed in his mind, accelerated as every detail flashed back with piercing clarity.

It was her!

It had to be her!

Yu Xiaogang's heart pounded wildly, and cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

How had he forgotten? Qian Renxue was one of Spirit Hall's upper ranks!

She could even be described as Spirit Hall's successor!

Every stroke of misfortune he had suffered today must have been arranged by her!

But after the initial extreme terror, an even deeper despair surged up, leaving Yu Xiaogang with an almost numb calmness instead.

He lowered his head to look at his filthy, stiffened hands, then touched his stomach, which was growling with hunger.

Compared to being targeted, this state of hunger and cold, stripped of all dignity—

This situation of being abandoned by the entire world like a stray dog was the true