"Wang Fu, how do you explain what you said to the Crown Prince?" Bai Qi lunged forward, grabbing Wang Fu's clothes and interrogating him fiercely. The Evil Qi suppressed within his body erupted completely.
A crimson light illuminated the grand hall, creating the disorienting sensation of being in a mass grave, with chilling winds and the roars of countless resentful spirits crying out for vengeance upon the living.
"Don't... don't kill me!"
As an Alchemist, Wang Fu had never encountered such a scene. He felt as if he had been plunged into hell; his mind went blank, and his words became stuttered.
A stream of yellow liquid trickled down his trousers, emitting a faint, foul stench.
He had wet himself in fear!
"Worthless!"
Bai Qi showed a trace of disgust, threw Wang Fu to the ground, and then looked at the Emperor of Qin lying on the bed, an expression of grief washing over him.
