In that place shrouded in deathly silence, no one expected Thorn, who should have been dead, to suddenly twitch his fingertips.
Countless jolts of pain burrowed savagely into his nerves, but something swept through his mind faster than any pain: absolute terror.
The moment his vision focused, he saw a figure drenched in blood standing silently before him.
Li Xiang stood there quietly.
Thorn's pupils instantly contracted, and a shrill scream escaped his lips.
"Aaaaah! You lunatic! You dead woman! Let me go! Let me go!"
He twisted wildly, his limbs struggling, pulling, and writhing with all his strength. The chains scraped against the tree trunk with an ear-piercing rasp.
Li Xiang had already secured the chains tightly, binding him firmly to the trunk, his limbs fixed rigidly in place, unable to move an inch.
No matter how he writhed, it was futile. He could only watch helplessly as the woman he had considered an insect quietly observed his wretched state.
Li Xiang lowered her eyes to the hysterical Thorn, the faintest curve touching her lips. Her voice was mild.
"You're already tied up tight and can't move, yet you're still spouting arrogant nonsense?"
Thorn struggled to raise his head. Through his blood-blurred vision, he could clearly see the look in Li Xiang's eyes.
She looked at him as though he were a worthless corpse, already rotten and stinking.
That look completely shattered Thorn's last psychological defense. Terrified and furious, on the verge of collapse, he cursed wildly in a hoarse voice.
"You rat! You despicable bitch! I'll never let you off!"
"Let me off?"
Li Xiang slowly raised both hands. The heavy chains wrapped around her wrists swayed with the movement, their bright clinking jarringly loud in the deathly quiet night.
She tilted her head slightly, her tone gentle.