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"": "Inside Huang Ying's stone chamber.
Hu Jin paced back and forth, beads of sweat the size of beans rolling down his forehead.
"Are you sure Shangguan Xingyue was clear about this? We're supposed to leave now?"
At last, Hu Jin could no longer hold back and asked Huang Ying in a low voice.
"Mr. Hu, you've asked three times in two minutes. That's what Miss Shangguan said." Huang Ying's voice was barely louder than a mosquito's hum. She even raised a hand to shush him, signaling that he should stop asking.
"Ah."
"Huang Ying, you don't understand. The things I see every day, they really..."
Hu Jin's face was filled with bitterness.
Although Dai Zhixiong no longer trusted him, he had still assigned him work in the Underground Palace.
He chopped firewood in the woodshed, then delivered it to designated stone chambers at the prescribed dates and times.
He had seen plenty of Fangshi practicing alchemy. Some were perfectly normal, while others had already descended into madness. Some even held out pills and urged him to try one, to experience the infusion of yin-yang energies.
Those pills were made from corpses! Was he insane?
And that was not even the most horrifying part.
One day, he had seen a disciple bring someone back.
A living person.
When he delivered firewood the next day, only that disciple remained in the stone chamber.
The disciple even asked whether he wanted to try one of his specially made pills.
Hu Jin had forced a smile, politely declined, and left, then vomited until he could barely stand.
"They really what?" Huang Ying looked puzzled.
"N-nothing..."
In the end, Hu Jin did not tell Huang Ying about that part.
He felt it was too bloody, too cruel.
But why could