"You're awake."
Someone spoke.
Marrow-Born Night Lord Sun Zhi's eyes snapped open. He was about to spring up, several attack arts already gathered in his hands.
"Don't move. Move even a little and you'll start rotting at once. Even if Master comes, he won't be able to save you."
The voice spoke again.
Only then did Sun Zhi hold still.
He could truly feel his body decaying rapidly.
A brand-new consciousness was even on the verge of being born from his rotting flesh. It would devour him and take everything he had.
But—
But what?
Why haven't I rotted away completely?
Thoughts flashed through Sun Zhi's mind like lightning. He plastered on a smile and said in a fawning tone:
"My lord, please save me! Otherwise I'm finished!"
Across from him came a disappointed sigh.
"How boring. Not one of the three of you is brave... I wanted to dissect you and see what's so special about an Ancient God's organs."
"...But you're all so obedient, I can't bring myself to do it."
Three of them?
Sun Zhi looked to the side and immediately saw Cang Lin of the Calamitous Blood Well and Feng Xinming, the Peacock Poison King.
How had those two ended up here too?
Sun Zhi glanced at them. Both held their hands up, perfectly still, as if to say, "I'm no threat at all."
Two idiots!
Do you really think she'll let you go? I'm better than you two. Once I've played along with the enemy for a while, I'll find an opening—
Thud.
Sun Zhi froze and slowly looked down.
The Imperial Throne Sword was buried in his chest, its blade slowly cutting through his chest and belly.
"Your eyes are darting around. You must be plotting something bad."
"So I was right to stab