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Chapter 263, is that so? How did you know we'd die? (3-word update, Chapter 55, please vote!)

Jiang Chengyue's words were like a cold iron spike.

It struck a deep chord in the hearts of everyone in the living room.

This caused everyone to fall into an instantaneous, deathly silence.

The ruthless killing intent that had just been ignited by the mountain of corpses and the blood bank, almost to the point of mutual destruction, seemed to have been doused with a bucket of cold water.

It went out, cooled down, leaving only a heavy sense of powerlessness and a bone-chilling cold.

Chu Kuanglan let out a cryptic, almost self-deprecating laugh, leaned back heavily into the sofa, and vigorously rubbed his face with both hands.

Lu Jiuyuan's arm holding the knife was taut to the extreme.

The color drained from Wei Banmeng's cold face, her delicate brows furrowed, and her eyes flashing intensely, clearly indicating that she was engaged in extremely complex calculations and deductions.

However, no matter how you calculate it, the result points to a despairing conclusion.

If what Jiang Chengyue said is true.

They were facing far more than just a weakened third-tier Martial Saint, Jiang Taixuan.

It is a colossal entity that has occupied the City of Glazed Light for a hundred years, its roots long since rotted to the bone, yet it is still regarded by countless people as the foundation of their survival and the pillar of their spirit.

There's no need to calculate those far away on the front lines.

The city lord Jiang Ying, whose strength is unfathomable, and other high-level combatants of the Jiang family.

Just considering the city of Liuliguang, how many first-tier martial artists and how many second-tier grandmasters are there among those belonging to the Jiang family, the Ministry of Internal Affairs, the city defense army, and even those families, martial arts schools, and mercenary organizations that depend on the Jiang family for survival?
These individuals might be insignificant in comparison to Fang Qingyu's team on their own.

But when they surged forward like a tide, disregarding their own lives, just to buy Jiang Taixuan a chance to catch his breath...
What a terrifying human wall that would be!

What a desperate sea of ​​people!
They could drown!

Fang Qingyu is strong, with unlimited potential, and can even kill a peak second-tier life ghost.

But in the face of sheer numbers and the madness fueled by life itself, the strength of the individual ultimately seems insignificant.

What's more, the one they were going to kill was someone who, with just a moment's respite, could recover some of his Martial Saint power, enough to crush them all into dust in an instant!
How can we fight this war?
A suffocating silence filled the living room.

Only Chu Kuanglan's heavy breathing and Jiang Chengyue's gaze filled with endless sorrow and despair could be heard.

However, it was in this deathly silence that...

Fang Qingyu slowly shook his head.

Deep within the molten gold's vertical pupils, there was no despair, no anger, only a calm.

He raised his eyes, his gaze calmly landing on Jiang Chengyue's face, which was etched with despair. His voice was not loud, but it clearly broke the silence:

"As you said yourself, the conversion rate for low-end products is extremely low."

Fang Qingyu's voice carried an almost cold rationality, as if he were stating a fact that had nothing to do with him.

"No matter how many of them there are, their numbers are still limited, aren't they?"

"No amount of flesh and blood can fill a bottomless pit. Especially when the pit itself is about to collapse."

Jiang Chengyue was suddenly taken aback.

He seemed stumped by Fang Qingyu's almost paradoxical question.

He opened his mouth and made a "uh" sound in his throat, as if he had a fishbone stuck in his throat.

Yes
The conversion rate for low-level products is shockingly low.
Using the blood and qi of a first-level martial artist or even an ordinary person to fill the deficiency of a martial saint?

That efficiency is probably even less than pouring a cup of water into the ocean.
Human wave tactics
Can it really fill that "gluttonous stomach"?

This thought, like a glimmer of light in the darkness, stirred an extremely faint ripple in Jiang Chengyue's long-dormant heart.

However, before this ripple could spread, it was suppressed by a deeper sense of fear and reality.

The absurd confusion on Jiang Chengyue's face was instantly replaced by a deeper urgency, and his voice trembled with excitement:
"Yes! The conversion rate is very low! But he only needs to recover a fraction of his strength! Even if he only has one-tenth of his peak strength! It only takes ten seconds! Or even less!!"

Jiang Chengyue stared intently at Fang Qingyu, as if trying to nail this cruelty into the depths of the other's soul with his gaze.

"Captain Fang! That's a Martial Saint! An absolute crushing defeat at the life level! Ten seconds is enough for him to crush all of you ten times over!!"

His voice echoed in the quiet living room, carrying an almost roaring certainty.

There's absolutely no need to know!
This is common sense ingrained in the bones of all martial arts practitioners.

The difference between a third-order and a second-order is like a chasm, an insurmountable barrier.

Let alone ten seconds, even a single second of breathing room would be enough for a weakened third-tier Martial Saint to easily wipe out several second-tier Grandmasters.

Fang Qingyu listened to Jiang Chengyue's almost shouted "common sense" and instead of being serious, he showed an extremely strange expression.

It was as if they had heard a funny joke.

Tilting his head slightly, his molten gold vertical pupils scrutinized Jiang Chengyue with great interest as he said:
"Really?"

How do you know we'll die?

Jiang Chengyue was completely dumbfounded.

All emotions on his face vanished, leaving a blank.

Do you even need to know that?!

This is an ironclad rule! It's a universal law! It's a concept etched into our genes!

It's as obvious as telling you that an ordinary person will die if they jump into lava.

Jiang Chengyue's lips trembled as he looked at Fang Qingyu's face, which was so calm it was almost eerie. For a moment, he was completely at a loss for words to refute this utterly absurd question.

Even began to doubt.

Was the hellish scene just now too stimulating, causing this genius captain to experience cognitive impairment?
however.

Fang Qingyu did not give him a chance to continue questioning.

Instead of looking at Jiang Chengyue's blank expression, he calmly turned his gaze to the three silent teammates beside him.

What do you think?

Fang Qingyu's voice remained calm, as if he were asking what he wanted for dinner.

"Shall we do it or not?"

These three simple words are like a pebble thrown into a stagnant pool.

Chu Kuanglan suddenly raised his head, and the flame that had just been extinguished in his bloodshot eyes suddenly reignited, burning even more fiercely!

The previous despair and helplessness seemed to be instantly shattered by Fang Qingyu's almost "ignorance is bliss" calmness.

"Go for it!!"

Chu Kuanglan practically roared it out, his voice hoarse yet filled with a do-or-die determination.

"Damn it! I've had enough! To hell with Martial Saint or not! I won't swallow this! Let's do it!!"

Lu Jiuyuan held the knife, not roaring, but nodding vigorously.

Wei Banmeng took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the turbulent waves in her heart and the incalculable probability of despair.

She looked into Fang Qingyu's terrifyingly calm, vertically shaped eyes, a resolute look appearing on her usually cold face, and said in a deep voice, "Go for it! But Qingzi, what's your plan?"

Fang Qingyu saw that his teammates' reactions were not at all surprising, as if everything was expected.

The strange smile on his face vanished, and he returned to a calm and composed demeanor.

Turning his head, his gaze fell once again on Jiang Chengyue, who was still in a daze.

"you say."

Fang Qingyu's voice was not loud.

"If a large number of martial arts masters suddenly flooded into the city now, wouldn't Jiang Taixuan be very anxious?"

Jiang Chengyue was taken aback by this abrupt question, and subconsciously nodded: "Definitely! His thirst for high-quality 'blood' has reached a frenzied level! As long as he can be 'fed', recover his strength, and stabilize his condition, he'll do anything! Unless..."

Jiang Chengyue paused for a moment, then said with a wry smile, "Unless those grandmasters are like you, protected by Old Master Hong, or are core disciples of a behemoth like a blessed land, with such a powerful background that he dares not touch them."

"Ah."

Fang Qingyu gave a noncommittal reply, seemingly having received the answer he wanted.

He then ignored Jiang Chengyue and naturally took out his phone.

He then rummaged through the inner pocket of his tactical waist pack and pulled out a dark blue metallic business card.

It was the same card that Shen Zhou, the head of the Arctic Affairs Department of Deep Blue Heavy Industry, gave him aboard the "Ark of Hope".

Without the slightest hesitation, Fang Qingyu dialed the encrypted communication frequency band on the business card.

After a brief pause, the communication was connected.

Shen Zhou's respectful and eager voice immediately came through: "Mr. Fang! Hello! How can I help you? Deep Blue Heavy Industry's Arctic branch is at your service!"

Fang Qingyu skipped the pleasantries and went straight to the point, his voice calm and utterly unwavering:
"Manager Shen, I need you to do something for me."

"Mr. Fang, please speak! As long as Deep Blue Heavy Industry can do it, we will not refuse!" Shen Zhou's voice was full of assurance.

Fang Qingyu glanced at Jiang Chengyue beside him and said, "I want you to arrange for hundreds of martial arts masters without any background to gather in Liuli Guangcheng as quickly as possible."

"Hundreds of martial arts masters without any background?"

On the other end of the communication, Shen Zhou's voice clearly paused for a moment.

Clearly, the content and quantity of this request exceeded his expectations.

After a brief silence, Shen Zhou's voice rang out with a hint of difficulty and caution: "Mr. Fang, hundreds of martial arts grandmasters—this number, this scale, to achieve in a short time, and to get them to willingly gather in Liuli Light City, is extremely difficult! We need time, and we also need to pay a huge price to select them."

Fang Qingyu seemed to have expected this and did not insist.

He turned to Jiang Chengyue and asked directly, "A few dozen men, is that enough to lure him out?"

Jiang Chengyue was completely unable to keep up with Fang Qingyu's train of thought at this point.

But upon hearing the words "draw them out," and recalling Fang Qingyu's earlier question, "Will it be urgent?", he instantly understood the insane core of this plan.

Use dozens of martial arts masters as bait.

Fishing for that gluttonous beast that's already starving.

"Enough! Absolutely enough!!"

Jiang Chengyue's voice trembled with excitement, and his eyes shone with an unprecedented light.

"If the news is true, and if those grandmasters really do gather here, he absolutely won't sit still! He will definitely take action personally and 'harvest' this batch of 'blood sources' as quickly as possible! This is his only hope for survival! He can't afford to wait!"

Fang Qingyu received an affirmative reply and calmly said into the communicator, "Then let's make it a few dozen."

He paused, then added, "Spread the word that a site resembling the remains of a Martial Saint who fell a hundred years ago has been discovered deep in the glacial waters fifty nautical miles northeast of the former site of the 'Ice Rift Fortress' near Liuli Light City. There is a breakthrough opportunity and a great treasure has appeared. Have everyone gather at that coordinate point."

Shen Zhou on the other end of the communicator was clearly even more confused by this request, and cautiously asked, "Mr. Fang, do we just need them to gather at that location? We don't need them to do anything else? For example, explore the ruins? Or create some chaos?"

"No need," Fang Qingyu replied crisply.

He thought for a moment, then added, with a strange hint of "consideration" in his tone: "Oh, by the way, remind them. There might be danger to their lives once they get there. Tell them to prepare themselves mentally in advance, so they don't run away too late."

"..."

A longer silence followed on the other end of the communicator.

Clearly, Shen Zhou was completely baffled by Fang Qingyu's series of incomprehensible and contradictory actions.

It took a lot of effort to get dozens of grandmasters over there.

Just to let them stand there like idiots?

Did they even give them advance notice that their lives were in danger?
What on earth is going to do?!

“Mr. Fang Fang,” Shen Zhou’s voice was filled with extreme confusion and hesitation, “Excuse my boldness, but may I ask what your ultimate goal is? This operation is truly perplexing. Without a clear objective and follow-up arrangements, it’s difficult for us to persuade those grandmasters to go, and it’s also difficult to control the situation.”

Fang Qingyu listened to Shen Zhou's cautious question and remained silent for a few seconds.

His gaze swept over his teammates, finally settling on Jiang Chengyue's face, which was filled with tension and anticipation.

He spoke slowly, his voice still calm, but with an added air of unquestionable authority:

"Manager Shen."

"Whose authority is higher, yours or Mr. Donald's?"

Shen Zhou seemed surprised by Fang Qingyu's sudden question. He paused for a moment, then immediately replied respectfully, "Mr. Fang, I am currently the highest-ranking person in charge of Deep Blue Heavy Industry in the Arctic front region, fully responsible for liaising with you. Mr. Donald is mainly responsible for internal affairs of 'Abyss,' and on the Arctic front, my authority is higher than his."

"Ah."

Fang Qingyu got the answer he wanted.

He glanced at Jiang Chengyue and saw the other man nod nervously.

Fang Qingyu then spoke into the communicator, using extremely concise language, explaining in detail the truth about Jiang Taixuan's reliance on the "Gluttonous Stomach" to devour the life force of martial artists to prolong his life, the underground blood bank and the mountain of corpses in Liuli Light City, and their plan to set a trap to hunt down Jiang Taixuan.

There was no embellishment, no emotion, only stark facts and murderous intent.

There was a deathly silence on the other end of the communicator.

Fang Qingyu could even imagine the utterly shocked expression on Shen Zhou's face at that moment.

Time seems to have frozen.

Nearly half a minute passed before Shen Zhou's voice came through the communicator again.

The voice was no longer filled with confusion and hesitation, but had become extremely solemn, serious, and even carried a hint of barely perceptible excitement.

"I understand, Mr. Fang!"

Shen Zhou's voice was somewhat loud.

"I see! Please rest assured, Mr. Fang! Deep Blue Heavy Industry will fully support this matter! This is not only for you, Mr. Fang, but also to eradicate the scourge on the Arctic front! For those comrades who died unjustly! This matter is of utmost importance, and I will immediately use the highest authority to mobilize all resources!"

"The message will be released immediately in the most discreet and 'credible' way! I will set the coordinates according to your requirements! I guarantee that in the shortest possible time, 'dozens' of qualified martial arts masters will 'willingly' gather there!"

"Wait for my good news!"

Shen Zhou's voice carried a sense of resolute determination and excitement, as if he were throwing himself into a momentous event.

Communication hang up.

Silence fell over the living room once more. Fang Qingyu put away his phone and turned his gaze back to Jiang Chengyue.

"Now, the bait is there, and the trap is set."

Fang Qingyu's voice was calm and composed.

"All is ready except for the opportunity."

"You're the only one left."

Jiang Chengyue's body jolted violently, and a look of tragic determination instantly appeared on his face.

He suddenly straightened up, puffed out his chest, as if using the last of his strength to shout:

"Captain Fang! Rest assured! I, Jiang Chengyue, swear here and now! In that battle, I will die before you! I will use my blood to buy you even a second more!"

His eyes were filled with a martyr-like fervor and a death wish.

however.

Fang Qingyu was slightly taken aback when he heard his impassioned "declaration of devotion to death".

Then, it was as if he heard something inappropriate.

He waved his hand somewhat helplessly.

"No, no, no."

Fang Qingyu said "no" three times in a row, his tone carrying a hint of correction.

"I don't need you to die."

"what?"

The tragic expression on Jiang Chengyue's face froze instantly, turning into a blank look once again.

"I want you to do your best to stop the Jiang family." Fang Qingyu looked at him and clearly stated his mission.

"Stop the Jiang family?"

Jiang Chengyue's blank expression was quickly replaced by bitterness and helplessness. He pointed at himself, his voice filled with self-mockery and powerlessness, "Captain Fang, what am I now? A traitor! A disgrace to the family! A rat that everyone wants to kill! My former brothers, comrades, and subordinates all want to drag me back to our ancestors! They won't believe a single word I say! What can I do to stop them? My appearance will only make them rush over even more frantically! There's no way to stop them!"

Fang Qingyu listened to Jiang Chengyue's reasonable explanation, but his expression remained unchanged.

Instead, she slowly stood up and walked to Jiang Chengyue.

He reached out a hand and gently patted Jiang Chengyue's shoulder.

The movement is very light.

Jiang Chengyue, however, subconsciously straightened his body.

Fang Qingyu looked into his eyes, his voice low:
Jiang Chengyue

Have you ever thought about it?

"Why would Lord Jiang take all of your Jiang family's combat power above the third rank at this time? To the most dangerous front line, without even having time to deal with you, the 'traitor'?"

Jiang Chengyue trembled violently.

This question was like a bolt of lightning, cleaving through the long-standing fog and despair in his heart.

He suddenly raised his head, his eyes wide open, staring intently at Fang Qingyu.

Yes!

why? !

It's true that the pressure at the front lines is immense, but given City Lord Jiang Ying's strength and status, if she truly wanted to clean house, sending a third-tier retainer back to deal with this "traitor" would be a piece of cake.

Even a single stern order could double the force needed to capture him.

But no!

Those who were surrounding and capturing him were always the second-tier "old subordinates," who were elite, but no third-tier powerhouse ever intervened.

It was as if he, this "traitor," had been deliberately left in the city?
Fang Qingyu gave him no time to catch his breath or think, and immediately threw out a second, even more pointed question:
"and"

Have you tried it?

Fang Qingyu's gaze was sharp as a knife, as if it could cut through Jiang Chengyue's soul.

"Have you really tried everything you could to persuade them?"

"Or did you just shout 'Trust me' a few times, like when you were surrounded in the workshop area, before being forced to draw your sword and ultimately flee for your life?"

"Have you really tried your best?"

"boom--!!!"

Fang Qingyu's series of questions, which were like soul-searching interrogations, were like heavy hammers, slamming into Jiang Chengyue's defenses.

He opened his mouth, making a "hoarse" sound in his throat, but couldn't utter a single word.

His face turned deathly pale instantly, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

Did he really try it?
Aside from that emotional outburst in the council chamber, and those few futile shouts when he was surrounded.
Did he, like he did when facing the horde of ghosts on the battlefield, disregard everything and do everything in his power to awaken those lost brothers?
Did he ever consider whether those who fought alongside him and whom he could entrust his back to harbored the same doubts and pain deep in their hearts as he did?
Has he tried to use actions, not just words?

Seeing Jiang Chengyue's dejected appearance, as if all his strength had been drained, Fang Qingyu withdrew his hand.

Without saying anything more, he simply left behind a single sentence:
"To save your Jiang family."

"It's not our responsibility as outsiders."

"Greater responsibility, heavier burden"

Fang Qingyu's gaze swept over Jiang Chengyue's trembling shoulders.

"Actually, I've always been carrying this burden on your shoulders."

After saying that, Fang Qingyu stopped looking at Jiang Chengyue, turned to Wei Banmeng and the others, and gave them a look.

Without a word, the four of them instantly understood what he meant.

The necessary preparations have been made; the rest is for Jiang Chengyue to handle himself.

Everyone turned around in unison and headed towards their respective suites.

The door opened and closed silently.

In the luxurious living room, Jiang Chengyue was suddenly left all alone.

He stood there like a clay or wooden sculpture, his back hunched over.

Fang Qingyu's words echoed repeatedly in his mind like a curse.

Jiang Chengyue slowly squatted down, forcefully digging his hands into his hair, his body trembling violently.

Despair? Shame?
Or is it a tiny, forcibly ignited spark that refuses to go out?
He kept his head down, his shoulders trembling silently.

No one knows what he is thinking at this moment.

Only the aurora borealis flowing outside the window cast its ever-changing light and shadow on his lonely figure, flowing silently.

……

The City of Glazed Light.

The bustling Central Avenue.

"Eternal Day Market".

The place was bustling with activity, and a dazzling array of exotic polar products, energy ores, life-giving materials, and cutting-edge technology products were on display.

Several mercenaries, clad in thick, ghostly armor and exuding a fierce aura, gathered around a hot drink stall, sipping their tea and chatting excitedly in hushed tones.

"Hey, have you heard? Something terrible has happened over at 'Ice Ridge Fortress'! Fifty nautical miles northeast! Under the glacier!"

"What's going on? Is there another surge of ghosts?"

"Bullshit! That's way more exciting! The ruins of a Martial Saint! I heard that the cave of the 'Cold Dragon' Martial Saint who fell a hundred years ago has been discovered! There's a chance to break through to the third rank inside! And the divine weapon he left behind!"

"Holy crap?! Really?! Is this news reliable? Where did it come from?"

“Absolutely reliable! My cousin is in the ‘Snow Wolf’ mercenary group, and their leader received the information directly from inside sources! Apparently, several top-tier master teams have already quietly headed there! Deep Blue Heavy Industries also seems to be organizing manpower!”

"Wow, the ruins of a Martial Saint! If this is real, what a disaster! No way! I have to notify the boss right away! We have to risk our lives for this kind of opportunity!"

Similar conversations are quietly spreading throughout the city.

Outside the Crystal Opera House, several well-dressed and composed scions of prominent families gathered together.

"The news spread very quickly. Even the 'Grey Rat' black market was in an uproar, and a bounty was issued, offering high prices to buy the coordinates of the ruins and inside information."

"Hmph, there's no smoke without fire. If a behemoth like Deep Blue Heavy Industry has gotten involved, there's probably some truth to it. Even without a breakthrough opportunity, the Martial Saint's Relics are enough to drive people crazy."

"Should we try our luck too?"

"Go! Of course we have to go! Notify the family and get everyone ready! We'll regret missing this opportunity for the rest of our lives!"

……

The City Lord's Mansion, the Internal Affairs Department's Patrol Command Center.

A patrol captain in a dark blue uniform strode in, his face showing seriousness and urgency.

"Report! Unusual rumors are circulating in multiple areas of the city! Numerous messages about the discovery of 'Martial Saint relics in the glacial waters fifty nautical miles northeast of Ice Ridge Fortress' are spreading rapidly among mercenaries, martial arts schools, and the underground black market! It has been observed that many unidentified martial arts masters are gathering towards the outskirts of the city!"

The internal affairs official on duty immediately frowned: "Martial Saint Ruins? Near Ice Shard Fortress? Where did this news come from? Has it been verified?"

"The source is unknown! But it's spreading extremely fast, and its authenticity cannot be verified at present, but it has caused a great stir!"

The patrol leader quickly reported the situation.

The official's expression turned serious: "Immediately increase manpower to closely monitor all exit routes from the city! Especially those leading to the designated sea area! And report this immediately!"

"Yes!"

……

The message is passed on layer by layer.

Soon, a man dressed in a dark blue senior civil servant uniform appeared.

A high-ranking official from the Ministry of Internal Affairs, whose aura had reached the middle stage of the second tier, walked solemnly through a special passage inside the City Lord's Mansion and arrived at an elevator that required special authorization to activate.

He took a deep breath, swiped his ID card, entered a lengthy password, and underwent double verification through iris scanning and energy fluctuations.

The elevator door slid open silently.

He went inside and pressed the button that led to the bottom floor.

The elevator plummeted, and the feeling of weightlessness lasted for far longer than usual.

When the elevator doors opened again, a strong, nauseating smell of blood mixed with a faint smell of rust and the pungent odor of disinfectant hit us like a tangible force.

The official endured his physical discomfort.

Subconsciously holding my breath, I hunched my back slightly and carefully stepped out of the elevator.

Before me lay a dark and oppressive concrete corridor, with a faint red mist of blood permeating the air.

He walked nearly a hundred meters along the corridor leading to the forbidden place.

Every step was taken with extreme caution, as if walking on the edge of a knife.

Finally, he stopped in front of a huge, heavy alloy gate.

A faint, dark red light shone through the crack in the door, along with a deep, humming sound like the beating of a giant heart.

The official stood outside the door, and through the heavy alloy door, he reported in a low voice, extremely respectful, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor:

"Ancestor, there is an emergency outside, please report."

He didn't dare to push the door open directly; he could only wait.

The deep hum from inside the door seemed to pause for a moment.

The official swallowed hard and continued in a low voice, "News has spread throughout the city! It is said that the remains of a martial saint who supposedly perished a hundred years ago have been discovered in the depths of the glacial sea about fifty nautical miles northeast of the former site of the 'Ice Ridge Fortress'! The source of the news is unknown, but it is spreading extremely fast."

"A considerable number of martial arts masters are secretly gathering in this area! Their presence is quite significant."

After the official finished speaking, he held his breath and bent his body even lower, his forehead almost touching the cold metal floor.

Behind the massive alloy gate.

It is a much wider space.

The dark red light emanated from a pool of flesh and blood that writhed and throbbed like a living creature.

In the center of the swamp, a hunched figure, withered and reduced to skin and bones, was submerged.

Countless thick, dark red pipes, like blood vessels, extended from the swamp and connected to various parts of his body.

The swamp was filled with a viscous, foul-smelling, dark red liquid.

Its pulse rose and fell slowly with the extremely faint heartbeat of that withered figure.

After the officials finished their report.

This nauseating pool of blood fell into an even deeper silence.

The only sounds were the bubbling of the pond and the flowing of viscous liquid.

The withered figure seemed to have no reaction.

Time passes minute by minute.

Just as the official outside the door felt his heart pounding in his throat, almost driven mad by the oppressive silence…

A hoarse, aged voice, as if sandpaper had been rubbing against dry bones, filled with endless weariness and a hint of barely suppressed, greedy desire, slowly drifted from within the door, from the depths of the pool of blood:
"check"

The voice was weak, yet carried an undeniable command.

"Once it's confirmed to be true."

"Come and inform me immediately."

(End of this chapter)