Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 304 - 176: Hurting Me is Also Hurting You

Chapter 304: Chapter 176: Hurting Me is Also Hurting You

The dim environment, the blazing furnace, the red-hot iron tongs, and the breathtakingly beautiful woman with a smile that held no mirth in her eyes... The scene before him was undeniably sinister and terrifying.

A chill rose from the bottom of his heart, like a cold snake climbing up his spine, freezing deep into his marrow.

Jiang Shouzhong swallowed, feeling as if he might be dreaming.

He closed his eyes and then opened them again—the iron tongs were now in front of him, he could clearly sense the scorching temperature on his skin, the front end of the tongs glowing a demonic orange-red due to the high heat.

"Xie... Thank you, young lady, but... what exactly do you mean?"

Jiang Shouzhong realized his cultivation was restrained, and at that moment, he was completely like a lamb waiting for slaughter.

"What do I mean?"

The woman’s face was outlined by the firelight in a half-bright, half-dark profile, her lips curved in an upward arc, yet her deep eyes were like ancient wells without ripples, devoid of any ripple of a smile.

Luo Wanqing’s smile was cold, "I’m asking you, have you seen me before?"

Jiang Shouzhong was startled.

He had thought about denying it, but under that red-hot iron tong, he finally spoke honestly, "Indeed, I have."

"Where?"

"In the ruins of the underground palace beneath Huailan Lake."

"And then?"

The woman’s voice was still cold and without warmth, almost gritting her teeth.

She needed confirmation!

To confirm that the innocence being taken away was by this young man in front of her!

Her memory was completely fuzzy at the time due to the severe injuries caused by Yelv Shenye’s self-destruction, she couldn’t remember a thing... except upon waking up, she found herself lying among the ruins.

"And then?"

Jiang Shouzhong was startled again, not quite understanding what exactly she was asking.

Then he had slept with Yelü Miaomiao.

What’s that to you?

Of course, he was also vague about the process, if it wasn’t for waking up to find Yelü Miaomiao’s clothes in disarray next to him, he would find it hard to believe they had been intimate.

"Can’t remember?"

Luo Wanqing looked at the man expressionlessly.

The fires in the room jumped, cracking now and then, sending out sparks, crackling.

Seeing the iron tongs approaching, Jiang Shouzhong hurriedly said, "I had fainted at that time, I don’t know anything."

Luo Wanqing frowned, then snorted coldly, "No problem, take your time to remember."

Suddenly the woman spun the wooden disk.

The wooden disk began to spin rapidly, taking the man along with it in circles.

The scenery inside the room became blurry and chaotic in Jiang Shouzhong’s eyes, forming dynamic afterimages.

With his head still aching from the alcohol, it felt as if it was being squeezed by an invisible force. Jiang Shouzhong felt nauseous as his stomach churned, making it difficult to even speak.

Slap!

Luo Wanqing grabbed the wooden disk, asking indifferently, "Remember now?"

This woman is crazy, Jiang Shouzhong cursed inwardly, gritting his teeth in discomfort, "Sister, just tell me directly what you want to ask, how do you expect me to guess?"

"I’m not in a rush, keep thinking, I’ll be gentler this time."

Luo Wanqing smiled gracefully, like spring flowers in bloom, and gently pushed the wooden disk.

This time, the wooden disk indeed began to rotate slowly.

Tied to it, the man continued to spin in a "big" character shape.

Luo Wanqing didn’t perform the "exploding cow whip," and instead leaned lazily by the side of the furnace, her legs crossed, her right leg elegantly resting on her left knee, her demeanor relaxed and noble.

In her hand, however, she toyed with several blades that glinted coldly, her fingers nimbly weaving between the blades’ edges.

Whoosh!

Before Jiang Shouzhong could react, a blade suddenly flew towards him, landing on the wooden disk.

Just above the root of his left thigh.

Almost sending Jiang comrade to heaven.

Jiang Shouzhong broke out in a cold sweat, wondering if this woman was from a circus troupe—performing a knife-throwing act?

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Several more blades were thrust continuously.

Usually proud and upright, comrade Jiang now shrank back, trembling as if he could hardly help but shout: Brother, give up, I can’t take this scare anymore.

Jiang Shouzhong was instantly enraged and was just about to scold when suddenly, a series of fragmented images surged into his mind.

Jiang Shouzhong furrowed his brows tightly, trying hard to recall, piecing those memories together

Mysterious altar, mysterious fox shadow, blazing pink mist, misty voices, pale white skin, glistening sweat beads, golden robe...

Wait! A golden robe!?

The man was shook.

Yes, there was another person on the altar aside from Yelü Miaomiao—lying at the edge of the altar.

Wearing a long golden dress.

Jiang Shouzhong looked at the woman in the golden dress within the dim room, his heart pounding, cold sweat streaming down.

No way!

It can’t be!

"Still can’t remember, huh." Luo Wanqing raised her hand slightly, the blade stuck on the wooden board swiftly retracting back to her hand.

Seeing the woman about to strike again, Jiang Shouzhong’s hairs stood on end.

What should I do?

Refuse to admit anything?

After all, from the woman’s words, it’s apparent she was not entirely sure herself—she was only guessing, otherwise, she wouldn’t have bothered with such a troublesome interrogation and would have killed him directly.

But if I deny it, can I fool this woman?

Or perhaps—

Jiang Shouzhong suddenly remembered the situation when Yelü Miaomiao had been "compelled" by him, and an idea uncontrollably surfaced in his mind.

If this woman had also had relations with him, could she, too, be compelled?

Thinking this, Jiang Shouzhong quickly shouted, "Stop!"

As soon as he spoke, the woman indeed halted her action of throwing the flying knife.

However, before Jiang Shouzhong could secretly breathe a sigh of relief, Luo Wanqing picked up the fire tongs and stood up, "Forget it, time is limited, it’s better to make you remember quickly."

Jiang Shouzhong was so frightened that he again shouted, "Stop right there!"

The woman stopped.

Looking at Luo Wanqing standing still, Jiang Shouzhong, feeling like he had survived a disaster, couldn’t help but grin and started laughing, "What does Feathered Transformation Realm matter? You still have to obey!"

Are you scared silly, kid? I thought you had remembered something."

Luo Wanqing, completely baffled by Jiang Shouzhong’s obviously abnormal emotion, furrowed her eyebrows slightly, not bothering to think deeper, and continued to step forward.

Jiang Shouzhong’s eyes widened.

What the hell?

Why is she moving again?

He urgently yelled once more, "Stay still!"

The woman slowly approached.

"Go back!"

"Crouch down!"

"Don’t move!"

"..."

As a series of commands were issued until the woman came in front of him, Jiang Shouzhong finally understood in despair that the so-called "commands" didn’t work on Luo Wanqing at all.

At this moment, Luo Wanqing was a bit confused by Jiang Shouzhong’s strange behavior.

This guy must be truly insane.

To have been merely frightened by a flying knife, and then to become mentally unstable?

Luo Wanqing, looking at the red-hot iron tongs in her hand, hesitated whether to give him a severe burn with it. His mind was already abnormal; if she used the tongs on him, he might become completely foolish on the spot.

Most importantly, she was still uncertain whether or not it was Jiang Mo who had taken her purity.

The woman’s expression changed unpredictably.

Her skin turned slightly red in the heat, adding a touch of glamor.

The iron tongs tilted slightly, and as the woman pondered for a long time, a spark containing iron scum suddenly fell, hitting Jiang Shouzhong’s collarbone, painfully burning the man into a scream.

The woman was startled, her body swayed, and she instinctively stepped back.

But a moment later, Luo Wanqing suddenly felt a piercing pain at her own collarbone as though she had been burnt.

The woman, astonished, turned and lifted her top to check her collarbone.

But there was no injury.

Yet, the pain still lingered.

Luo Wanqing touched her collarbone skin, still as smooth as jade, her mind instantly filled with doubt.

Looking at Jiang Shouzhong still grimacing, Luo Wanqing hesitated for a moment, then flicked her wrist, causing a spark to land on the man’s right shoulder.

Jiang Shouzhong screamed from the burn, unable to resist cursing, "You damn woman, just kill me if you dare."

Luo Wanqing’s face turned to horror.

For she felt a sharp and real pain at her own right shoulder.

What was happening?

Luo Wanqing thought for a moment, then stretched out her wrist, flicked another spark, and felt the pain. But she carefully watched Jiang Shouzhong.

As expected, the next moment, Jiang Shouzhong screamed in pain again.

But this time, the man was also stunned.

Because he had clearly seen her burn her own wrist, how could he also feel such intense pain?

Pfft!

Before Jiang Shouzhong could react, Luo Wanqing suddenly stabbed a blade into her own arm, looking at the man.

Jiang Shouzhong turned pale with pain.

"Heh~"

Luo Wanqing laughed, a self-mocking laugh.

Then the woman burst into loud, trembling laughter, her face showing a hint of madness.

Jiang Shouzhong felt uneasy looking at her.

But at that moment, he had understood that there was some connection between him and this woman; if he got hurt, so would she—if she killed him, would she... also die?

As Jiang Shouzhong was pondering, the woman suddenly struck his chest with a palm.

Jiang Shouzhong spat out blood and was sent flying.

Luo Wanqing also spit out a mouthful of blood and staggered back several steps before stopping.