PFC Chapter 106 Run Away!
Chapter 106 Run Away!
The chat was incredibly tense at that moment.
[Help! I'm too scared to open my eyes.]
Even when I ascended to immortality, I wasn't this nervous.
"Squeak."
The door to room number five was pushed open.
Yun Fuzhao's nerves tightened instantly. He held his breath, his heart pounding. "Thump, thump." The sound was so loud that Yun Fuzhao suspected the people outside could hear it.
The sound of wheels turning could be heard.
He seemed to be observing something, and then suddenly fell silent.
The pitch-black space, devoid of sound, made the ordeal even more unbearable. Yun Fuzhao's back was already soaked with sweat.
She has no spiritual power now; she could be killed with a single slap.
She waited a while, and then she heard the sound of wheels turning outside; it seemed he had left.
Yun Fuzhao dared not act rashly, and held his breath while waiting with the oil lamp in his arms.
The air was deathly still.
Yun Fuzhao's heart eased slightly, and just as she was about to leave, a chilling voice rang in her ears, "Yun Fuzhao."
"!"
Yun Fuzhao almost fainted. What's the difference between this and a horror movie? What's the difference?
"Your Majesty."
An unfamiliar voice came from outside.
Nan Jing withdrew his gaze. "What is it?"
"The Third Prince has arrived. He says he has important matters to discuss with you."
The footsteps and the chilling sounds gradually faded into the distance.
Yun Fuzhao waited a while longer, making sure the person had left, before carefully lifting the lid.
She wasn't sure if Nan Jing had noticed her, and she didn't have time to worry about that right now. She put the oil lamp back in its place.
They didn't even dare to look at the "people" placed in the very center.
No, to be precise, it was a corpse.
The corpses were remarkably well-preserved, with skin so delicate it seemed to melt at the touch.
When Yun Fuzhao first saw them, he thought the five women were alive, but when he got closer, he realized they had no heartbeat or breathing.
The pupils have also dilated.
It was pitch black, enough to make your scalp tingle.
Just as she guessed, Nan Jing was a complete psychopath.
She finally understood why he had been staring at her face; it was because he also intended to turn himself into such a beautiful corpse!
When Yun Fuzhao returned to her residence, her legs were still weak.
The damp, cold, and gloomy aura felt like maggots crawling on her skin, and Yun Fuzhao felt she would never forget that scene in her life.
When she lit the oil lamp, one of the women was less than half a meter away from her, and Yun Fuzhao even made eye contact with her.
Even now, thinking about it is terrifying.
Could this Nan Jing be the guardian beast of this place?
[I've heard that no one ever returns from the Ten Directions Secret Realm. Do you think those female disciples were all turned into something like this by him?]
[There's still a possibility. Oops, Fu Zhao is in danger now.]
[Yun Family Team 2, Hong Ziqing: One more thing, all five women were wearing wedding gowns.]
Upon hearing this, Yun Fuzhao shuddered.
She seemed to know why Nan Jing wanted to marry her.
The sticky feeling wouldn't go away, and Yun Fuzhao couldn't stand it, so she asked Xiaohe to bring her some hot water; she had to wash up.
If Nan Jing were to come, she could use this method to avoid running into him.
However, despite all her calculations, she never expected Nan Jing to walk right in.
Even though there was a screen between them, she felt extremely uncomfortable.
"So the princess really was taking a bath."
Nan Jing's voice was devoid of emotion.
Yun Fuzhao submerged herself in the water, leaving only her head above the surface. She cautiously peered through the screen, where she could vaguely make out the figure of the person.
"When I went to the back garden to admire the flowers, I accidentally got some mud on my skin. I felt dirty, so I came back and took a shower."
Yun Fuzhao tried to make her voice sound natural, "Did Your Highness need something from me?"
"The Princess Consort went to the back garden?" Nan Jing did not answer her question directly. "I went there just now, but I didn't see the Princess Consort."
"Maybe I haven't been gone long. There's more than one way to get there, and we might have just missed each other."
"Is it."
Yun Fuzhao nodded. "Yes. Did Your Highness need something from me?"
"Ah, it's just a short separation, I just miss the Princess a little."
It's awkward to continue the conversation in this situation.
Yun Fuzhao spoke up: "Your Highness, could you please wait until I have finished bathing before we discuss this?"
"Ah."
He left after speaking.
Yun Fuzhao breathed a sigh of relief.
She quickly dried herself and put on her clothes.
Right now, she's pretty sure that no matter what Nan Jing discovers, he won't lay a hand on her.
He seems to really enjoy making moves during his wedding.
Yun Fuzhao hastily dried her long hair and went outside, where she saw Nan Jing sitting there playing with the emerald green ring on his thumb.
His eyes were lowered, making it impossible to see his expression.
Yun Fuzhao slowly approached, "Your Highness."
Nan Jing then raised his head, his gaze falling on her slightly damp long hair. "Come here, let me help you dry it."
Yun Fuzhao dared not agree; who knew if he might impulsively snap his head? She shook her head shyly, "How could I trouble Your Highness? I can do it myself."
Seeing that she said that, Nan Jing did not insist any further.
His gaze remained fixed on her face.
She had just finished washing her face, and the powder still lingered on her skin from the steam, making her look exceptionally alluring.
Nan Jing didn't show any extra expression; he stared at her, seemingly lost in thought.
"We're getting married the day after tomorrow," Nan Jing said softly. "Fu Zhao, we've been looking forward to this day for so long."
"Yes. Marrying the prince is the greatest blessing I've ever had in my life."
Do you want this good fortune?
Nan Jing laughed, "My third brother just came to see me again, urging me to get married. I told him that I already have someone I admire."
"Your Highness," Yun Fuzhao said, her expression a mixture of shyness, embarrassment, and reproach, "it's so embarrassing to hear you say that."
Men's words are deceitful; if you believe a man's lies, I'll never need to consult your birth chart in my life, and I'll definitely get divorced three times.
The two actors, through their back-and-forth banter, portrayed a deeply affectionate couple, making everyone who watched them exclaim that they were a loving pair.
After he left, Yun Fuzhao pondered a solution. The way to break through this tenth secret realm seemed to lie with Nan Jing.
She faced only two outcomes: either he died, or she died.
A dead Taoist friend is not a poor Taoist.
Let him die instead.
Yun Fuzhao made a perfect decision in 0.0001 seconds.
Although she has no spiritual energy now, this bastard is in a wheelchair, so by any measure, her chances of winning are much higher.
"Miss Yun."
Xiaohe walked in.
"what happened?"
Xiaohe looked troubled, as if she was making a difficult decision, her face showing a struggle.
After a long pause, she made up her mind, "Miss Yun, you should run away quickly."
Her voice trembled, "Marrying a prince will not end well."
Yun Fuzhao never expected her to go this far. At the beginning, she was very secretive about Nan Jing's affairs, and dared not mention a single word about the bride.