Then someone else chased after him and fired three shots at him, the last of which struck him in the head!
Even then, the sinister monk still did not die completely.
He even regained consciousness as they carried him out!
Left with no choice, Prince Yusupov personally struck him hard in the head with a heavy dumbbell, knocking him unconscious again.
Then they dragged his corpse outside and threw it through a hole in the ice on the Neva River.
Only the next day did people recover his body from the icy water.
The forensic examination confirmed that he had ultimately drowned.
What was more, he had actually struggled in the freezing river for eight minutes before truly dying.
But that was not the end.
Just three months after his death, red flags erupted across Russia, and the Romanov Dynasty came crashing down, utterly destroyed.
The most famous prophecy of his life, that arrogant prophecy tying his own life to the dynasty's fate, seemed to have come true in a grand and violent fashion.
All of that was what Cui Jiuyang had learned about Rasputin from various sensationalist clickbait accounts.
Now, Cui Jiuyang curiously studied the tall priest who had been subdued before him.
As his memories gradually cleared, the long-haired, long-bearded figure before him began to overlap with the blurry photographs from those accounts.
Cui Jiuyang turned toward Father Ram beside him, disbelief flashing in his eyes as he asked for confirmation again. "Father Ram, this Rasputin you mentioned..."
He paused, a hint of uncertainty in his voice. "Is he the Rasputin I'm thinking of? The Holy Fool who could treat the crown prince's bleeding disorder?"
Father Ram shifted his gaze from the unconscious Rasputin to Cui Jiuyang's face, surprise and puzzlement in his eyes. "Mr. Cui, how did