The King of Curses
Chapter 55 - 55 22 You never willingly listen to elder sister's words_2

55: Chapter 22 “You never willingly listen to elder sister’s words…”_2 55: Chapter 22 “You never willingly listen to elder sister’s words…”_2 “””

“Miss Kong, I’m telling you, are you being too lenient with yourself?

I said to make yourself mute, not to cut off your tongue.

Think carefully for me.”

An Zhizhen placed her hand on her throat, smiling as she made a slicing gesture.

“—Slice open the neck, then cut out the vocal cords inside, that is the correct way to make yourself mute, right?

Don’t worry, I’m here.

As long as you find the right spot, you won’t die.”

Kong Yulin felt as if her eyelashes weighed a thousand pounds, and the sweat dripped from her forehead continuously, yet her hands moved unwaveringly.

An Zhizhen’s voice sounded as pleasant as her appearance, clear yet mature, but at this moment, to Kong Yulin’s ears, it was like a whisper of evil…

evil…

The word eluded her completely,

All the slander, malice, and attacks related to An Zhizhen had been erased from her mind.

To Kong Yulin, it was as if she heard the Emperor’s decree, the voice of a deity…

This was perhaps the saddest thing, being so twisted in will, unable to even muster hate, could only comply meekly.

The woman’s arm trembled as she placed the knife against her throat.

…

As An Zhizhen herself had said, the people she needed, those “gifted,” were those who, even after facing the “Heavenly Leader,” could still reclaim their sense of self; this in itself meant that these individuals had an exceptional mind.

This method allowed her to easily select those with strong will from the crowd.

These individuals, aided by her abilities, would naturally have a bright future; however, on the flip side, truly making them hers required some thought.

Although, for An Zhizhen, none of these were real problems.

In a pair of abyss-black eyes, it seemed as if she could clearly reflect the other person’s every move and thought.

“Knock, knock, knock.”

—Until the knocking sounded.

These eyes blinked and then turned toward the direction of the sound.

There was only one door leading to the rooftop.

Now, it had someone knocking.

“Sister Zhi Zhen, are you on the rooftop?”

The voice from the other side of the door was a little muffled, sounding as though recovering from a severe illness.

“I’m here.”

An Zhizhen replied.

“Are you okay?”

“…Why do you ask?”

“I just noticed some sort of Cursing Prohibition seemed to launch…

Maybe I was mistaken.”

“Rest assured, I’m fine.”

An Zhizhen walked over and opened the door.

Several steps down, Cen Dongsheng leaned against the wall in the corridor, looking up at her with some concern.

“Really okay?”

“Truly okay.”

An Zhizhen spun around in place, even spreading her arms towards him with a cheerful smile.

“If you’re not at ease, come check for yourself.”

Outside, the dazzling sunlight illuminated half of the woman’s figure from the backlight.

Cen Dongsheng raised his head, and at this height, he caught a glimpse of the plump legs wrapped in stockings under the hemline.

“…Saying strange things again.” He thought his gaze seemed a bit ambiguous, inadvertently seeing it, but still withdrew his eyes.

“You started it.”

An Zhizhen laughed with her eyes bent and descended the steps, proactively hugging his arm.

“Alright, let’s go back.

Don’t run around before your injury heals, you don’t take care of your body, it really worries people.”

…

After they left, the rooftop door was blown by the wind and slowly closed.

Kong Yulin, left alone, knelt on the ground, panting heavily, drenched in sweat.

An Zhizhen’s words echoed in her ear.

“You’ve met the ‘third luck’…

three times is the limit, Kong Yulin, you’re someone blessed by fortune.”

With a clang, the dagger in the woman’s hand fell to the ground.

Even though the person was no longer present, she kept her head bowed, maintaining respect.

“…Yes, I’m a lucky person.” She said.

She said it with her mouth; yet Kong Yulin felt a deep confusion within her heart.

She had originally thought Cen Dongsheng, like herself, was a Curse Forbidden Master controlled by the “Heavenly Leader,” but just now An Zhizhen’s unusual intimacy made her realize that her guess was completely wrong.

Cen Dongsheng clearly had a special status in An Zhizhen’s heart and had not been manipulated at all—his situation was entirely different from hers.

So…

why did An Zhizhen in the past not help?

If she had shown her true strength, that young man wouldn’t have needed to continue fighting after being burned to a skeleton.

The more Kong Yulin thought, the more bewildered she became; her mind started to drift without direction.

Could it be that everything that happened in the Ghost House before was some kind of bizarre play of theirs?

*

Under An Zhizhen’s persuasion, Cen Dongsheng dragged his exhausted body back to sleep.

But he never rested well.

On one hand, the fast-growing muscles brought a tingling sensation, almost like ants crawling on his bones, hard to endure…

The main issue was still the mood.

He always felt that something didn’t add up in the series of events he encountered recently, Cen Dongsheng tossed and turned in bed for a long while before closing his eyes; just as he began to feel drowsy, he suddenly jolted awake.

He gazed at the white ceiling and the warmly glowing chandelier, his brows creased tightly.

In the room, on the bed, there lingered a pleasant scent…

identical to the elegant fragrance from Sister Zhen.

Enveloped in this fragrance, Cen Dongsheng thought he would feel calm and serene.

Apparently, that was not the case.

“””

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