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Chapter 4 Do you really want to die?

The room was dark, and chilling, ear-piercing noises emanated from it from time to time.

Qin Su knew this was just the beginning. According to the notes unearthed from the tomb of King Wu, the further back in time "Seventh Prince Chu Jiang" could not control himself, his limbs would be bound by iron chains made of black iron, locking him up like an animal.

[The system strongly advises the host not to go in now, as you may be accidentally injured by the tyrant.]

Qin Su didn't stop walking, her tone perfectly calm: "How can a doctor treat a patient if they can't see them? Relying on willpower?"

The system was speechless. In the past, there had been cases where players deliberately approached the tyrant when he was ill, but those were all for the purpose of winning him over. This one, however, seemed to have been thinking about curing his illness from the very beginning.

Qin Su stepped onto the stone steps and found a food box placed at the door, probably brought by the servants while she was unconscious.

She reached out to push the door open, but the system finally couldn't resist:
[When the tyrant goes into a rage, he will not recognize even his own family. If he actually kills the host, there is nothing the system can do to save you.]

Qin Su's fingers, which were resting on the door panel, paused slightly. "Thank you," she said, her voice as soft as the wind.
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Almost the instant she pushed open the door, she startled the people inside: "Who is it!"

The man's voice was hoarse and unpleasant, completely different from his voice during the day.

In the darkness, Qin Su could only see a pair of eyes that gleamed menacingly, as if they were about to go berserk and kill at any moment.

She held the sticker syringe in her hand, her voice clear and slow: "It's me, Qin Sangsang. Thank you for taking me in, young master. I heard something amiss in the house, so I came in to check on you. Are you alright, young master?"

Chu Jiang felt as if the voice was a clear spring flowing through his mind, temporarily calming the ferocious beast in his blood that was about to break free of its cage, and allowing his reason to return slightly.

Even so, his voice remained deep, hoarse, and menacing: "Get out if you don't want to die!"

There was no way she could roll away. Qin Su even took two more steps into the room, smelling a strong metallic odor.

He's bleeding...

She frowned slightly, but her voice grew even softer: "Young master, I still don't know your name."

Chu Jiang has just had another episode; only by constantly smashing and destroying things can he barely calm his manic state.

At that moment, his head was throbbing with pain, and he wished he could destroy everything around him!

But this woman, oblivious to the danger, still asked him his name?
He clenched the broken porcelain shards in his palm even tighter, blood gushing down between his beautiful fingers, the piercing pain a constant reminder that he couldn't completely lose control.

He wanted to kill her!
But her voice was so beautiful that he wanted to hear more.

Two extreme thoughts clashed in his mind, leaving him unable to make a decision. He could only furiously throw a punch, and a terrifying roar echoed through the darkness once again.

The system almost crashed from fright.

Based on the information, Qin Su judged that King Qi Wu's personality should be manic, and he would be agitated and irritable when he was in an attack, and in severe cases he would also have paranoia.

When you encounter this kind of patient, you must go along with him, be gentle and sincere, and never provoke him or cause him to resist.

However, once he calms down, we will find another opportunity to administer mood stabilizers.

"Young master, may I come in? It's so dark in the room, will you feel uncomfortable?"

The man didn't answer her; his breathing just became heavier.

The darkness amplified the fear of the unknown, and the terrifying atmosphere even made Qin Su break out in a cold sweat.

But she didn't back down. She stepped slowly but firmly into the house, trying to communicate with Chu Jiang as she went:
"It's so dark, can I light a fire?"

She waited patiently for a while after she finished speaking, and the man didn't say anything, so she took it as his tacit consent.

"Hula~"

Qin Su blew on the tinderbox that the original owner always carried with her, and the room instantly lit up.

She then got a clear look at the man's appearance at that moment—a disheveled state completely different from his appearance during the day—he stood there barefoot, with disheveled hair, and bloodshot eyes, like a monster or beast that might go berserk and attack at any moment, dangerous and terrifying.

Qin Su asked gently with a calm expression, "Your hand is injured, does it hurt?" Chu Jiang did not speak, but his gaze towards her grew increasingly fierce, and he was like a ghostly monster, exuding an indescribable chill and frightening aura.

Qin Su pointed to the corner and said to him, "I want to get the candlestick; it's over there."

The system was so nervous that it dared not utter a sound; it was prepared for its host to be "sent away" at any moment.

Most of the furniture in the room was destroyed, and Qin Su understood why it was so empty. Even the sturdy and durable rosewood table was cracked. He didn't dare to imagine whether he would kill someone if he slapped them.

Qin Su bent down to pick up the candlestick, her back to the man. This was an extremely dangerous move, as she could be attacked from behind by the crazed man at any moment.

But she did it anyway.

A bone-scraping gaze fell upon her. Qin Su was gambling, gambling that the tyrant could temporarily control himself.

Fortunately, she won her gamble.

"Look, I didn't lie to you, did I?"

The girl stood up, holding the candlestick, her eyes sparkling as if they held stars.
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Liu Ying was a bodyguard, and he noticed the unlucky girl next door as soon as she arrived.

When he saw her bump into the Seventh Prince, who had just finished practicing his sword, he was prepared to dispose of the body, but... the Seventh Prince fainted?

Seeing her recklessly help the unconscious Seventh Prince back to his room, well, it's good to have someone help you. She was asking for trouble... and yet she didn't die?

Then, when he saw her burst into the room when the Seventh Prince fell ill, he was certain he wouldn't survive this time, but then... the candlelight came on?
For a fleeting moment, he really wanted to go and see what had happened.

But he still held back.

When the Seventh Prince has an attack, he's absolutely insane and terrifying, completely ruthless and doesn't recognize anyone, even his own family. Once you get entangled with him, you're bound to suffer a lot and have to get away with it. He really didn't want to go in and invite trouble for himself.

That hesitation cost him the chance to learn the truth.
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"I want to put the candlestick on the table so I can see it more clearly."

Chu Jiang's mind was in chaos at the moment. His head was throbbing, and sharp pains were surging in like waves. He was actually not able to concentrate on thinking.

It was only because the girl's voice was so gentle and pleasant, and her breath so warm and sincere, that he could barely tolerate it.

Even so, upon hearing her words, he still revealed a bloodthirsty, provocative smile: "Try it if you're not afraid of death."

She won't come.

No one will come to his side.

Even the servants who had cared for him since childhood dared not approach him when he was ill.

Everyone feared him, hated him, and loathed him.

How dare such a demon possess His Highness the Crown Prince's body?

He doesn't care at all; the angrier they are, the happier he is.

“I’m coming over. I’ll just put the candlestick down.”

As Qin Su spoke, she secretly observed the man's expression, occasionally glancing at the body data on the screen beside her.

The system's rewards seem to be working well; the indicators related to the man's emotions pause every time she speaks.

The system was practically begging for mercy: [Host, please, go back! As long as the survivors are alive, there's always hope. The tyrant's attacks kill people every time! It's extremely dangerous!]

Qin Su ignored it and walked step by step toward the man, holding the lit candlestick.

He stood there, his fierce, beast-like eyes fixed on her, his face terribly grim.

(End of this chapter)