During the Qin Dynasty, he was in charge of the net.

at the same time.

Inside a stone chamber of the underground palace.

Qianwu, dressed in black, knelt on one knee, his posture humble.

On a stone couch to the side, a tall man dressed in Qin armor sat upright.

This person was none other than Yan Ri, who, like Li Ji, was a first-class Heavenly Rank holder and one of the Eight Swords of the King of Yue.

Even though the candlelight in the stone chamber was very close to him, the light around him remained dim.

Even more strangely, Qianwu, kneeling on one knee, looked down at the other person, but could not see the other person's shadow.

Do normal people not have shadows?

Or, to put it another way, is a person still a person if they don't have a shadow?

Qianwu dared not think too much about it and quietly reported what he had seen and heard on the trip, recounting all the details he had observed.

After listening, Yan Ri's masked tone was indifferent and cold:

"They were all trivial matters, without a single useful piece of information."

Qianwu trembled slightly and quickly added, "In this group, Duanshui took special care of a second-class killer named Tianyi. He treated her completely differently from the others. In my opinion, their relationship is definitely not ordinary."

Upon hearing this, Yan Ri frowned slightly, his tone carrying a hint of indifferent disdain:

"She's just a woman. We are the top-tier members of the Luo Wang organization. Every one of us has come from mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Why would we care about her?"

However, I'll remember that name.

Qianwu dared not argue, glanced up at Yanri, and immediately lowered his head again.

Yan Ri observed this, her voice cold and gentle: "If you have anything else to say, just say it."

Qianwu swallowed hard, remembering what the person had asked him to convey to Yanri, and recalling the faint pain in his chest.

If he didn't speak up, there was no way to explain the strange symptoms in his chest, and apart from the Lord Yan Ri in front of him, he really couldn't think of anyone else in the Luo Wang that could save him.

Suppressing his emotions, Qianwu finally gritted his teeth and spoke:

"My identity has been discovered by Duan Shui."

As he said this, Qianwu's voice trembled slightly.

As soon as Qianwu finished speaking, the light in the stone chamber suddenly dimmed.

It's not that the candle went out.

The wick was still burning, but the light around it seemed to have been swallowed up.

To Qianwu's horror, he could no longer see Yanri's figure.

The stone couch, which had been used to be shaded from the sun, was now completely dark.

To be more precise, Qianwu found that his surroundings had become pitch black.

Apart from a faint light within three feet of him, the entire stone chamber had become pitch black.

Moreover, Qianwu also noticed that the faint light around him was rapidly dimming.

Three feet.

Two feet.

one foot.

Darkness is about to engulf Qianwu.

But what would happen if it were completely swallowed up?

Qianwu didn't want to know.

He looked around but couldn't see Yan Ri, so he hurriedly shouted his explanation into the darkness:

"I swear on my life that I have not revealed a single word about you, sir, nor have I disclosed the purpose of this trip."

"I don't know how Duan Shui discovered my identity, or how he knew what I had done."

The man shrouded in darkness exuded a chilling, intense killing intent.

"Idiot! I thought you had some brains, but you can't even handle this simple task. What use are you to me?"

Qianwu trembled all over, his head bowed, his forehead pressed against the cold ground, his voice filled with fear:

"My lord, please calm your anger. I know I am guilty and beg your forgiveness!"

"Please forgive me?"

A cold laugh came from the darkness.

"Since he discovered you, how did you manage to come back alive?"

His ruthless methods during the promotion ceremony that day showed he wasn't a merciful person.

Qianwu felt ice-cold all over and shivered as he said:

"Duan Shui... The reason he didn't take my life immediately was so that I could deliver a message to you, sir."

"What are you saying?" Yan Ri's voice rang out in the darkness, and Qian Wu could not discern his direction.

Qianwu took a deep breath and, in a trembling voice, relayed Li Ji's words from that day.

"Duan Shui said he doesn't like people secretly doing things behind his back, but Lord Yan Ri, you already have one foot in the grave."

After he finished speaking, there was a deathly silence.

The surrounding darkness almost solidified into a tangible form.

Yan Ri's voice, tinged with bone-chilling coldness, rang in Qian Wu's ears.

"So, you deliberately let the water go back to humiliate me?"

Qianwu, I really underestimated you. You actually have some guts.

"But how many lives do you have, daring to say that to me?"

Qianwu was already terrified, and upon hearing Yanri's words, his body trembled uncontrollably.

At that moment, he felt like dying.

He will die whether he leaves a message or not.

So he's destined to die, isn't he?

Caught between two top-tier water-cutting and sun-eclipsing figures, it was truly a fate worse than death.

He still vividly remembers the scene when Duan Shui questioned him.

It was as if the other party could see through his thoughts and manipulate him at will; it was a kind of soul-searching fear.

The way the other person looked at him didn't seem like they were looking at a living, breathing person at all.

Those calm, terrifying eyes seemed to be scrutinizing some kind of rotting filth.

If possible, he hoped he would never see that person again in his life.

The person in front of him also filled him with fear.

Is someone who doesn't even have a shadow still considered a person?

There has always been a rumor within the Luo Wang (a fictional organization) that beneath this heavy armor, there is no flesh and blood.

The armor was just an empty shell; inside it was a vengeful ghost.

Thinking of all this, Qianwu swallowed hard, his throat already dry, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Even if I had ten times the courage, I wouldn't dare to humiliate you."

It was because the method of cutting off the water was too cruel and ruthless that the subordinates were forced to tell me to deliver the original message to the master.

He also forced his subordinate to eat something unknown, and ever since then, the subordinate has suffered from a persistent, dull pain in his chest, unable to find peace day or night.

In the darkness, Yan Ri's eyes narrowed slightly, a scrutinizing glint in his brows, and he said in a deep voice, "Take off your shirt."

For him, the death of one Qianwu was nothing.

If we can learn about the methods of cutting off water from Qianwu, that would be Qianwu's last bit of value.

Qianwu took off his robe, exposing his chest.

One could see that the red and black veins on his chest were coiled together, and red and black lines spread from his chest all over his body, exuding an eerie and ferocious aura.

Several similar symptoms flashed through Yan Ri's mind, but he couldn't match them all.

It seems this must be a special method unique to cutting off water supply.

Yan Ri stood in the darkness, slowly raising his hand to cover Qian Wu's heart.

A wisp of cold, yin energy probed into Qianwu's heart meridian, seeking to investigate the root cause of the anomaly.

As soon as the aura that could eclipse the sun entered his body, the strange, hidden presence in Qianwu's chest was suddenly aroused and began to surge and churn.

Qianwu convulsed instantly, his face contorted to the extreme, and screams that were not human were squeezed out of his throat.

He felt an invisible venomous snake crawling into his chest, its sharp fangs biting into his heart, gnawing away inch by inch.

The extreme pain made Qianwu unable to hold on any longer. He lunged forward and grabbed Yanri's calf.

Qianwu gripped Yanri's feet tightly, pleading hoarsely for help:

"My lord, save me... please save me..."

I can't take it... my heart is being torn apart...

"Quick...help...help me!"

Qianwu struggled and pleaded desperately, but the internal organs had already fully reacted.

In the blink of an eye, dark red blood vessels seeped from Qianwu's eyes, ears, nostrils, and corners of his mouth, and the bloodstains slowly slid down his cheeks.

His grip on Yan Ri's feet suddenly gave way, his eyes widened, his pupils dilated, and he breathed his last in the blink of an eye.

Qianwu died in front of Yanri.

With a slight movement of his legs, Yan Ri flung Qian Wu's corpse several meters away.

His face beneath the mask had turned ashen.

What is this?

Was Qianwu's tragic death meant to warn him?