"Feeling really torn inside? On one hand, you want Yue Siqing to know I exist, know how much of a threat I am to him. On the other hand, you’re hoping I can clear up your doubts before I die, because you know this is your only chance to get that answer. Isn’t that right?" Huo Xun’s tone was a little mocking, but mostly he just wanted to see her reaction.

But she didn’t immediately fling his clothes back at him, and that pleased him.

"You brought me here to see Song Yi, so don’t bring up anything else for now. Of course, if you want to tell me the answer right now, I can wait here and listen." She lifted her head; her slightly pale little face was full of stubbornness.

Did he want her to beg him? Or was Huo Xun planning to use this to threaten her into doing something? She still didn’t know.

But she knew Huo Xun would never spit it out easily, so there was no need for her to lower herself too much right now.

"Mn, let’s go." Unexpectedly, he cut the nonsense and agreed.

The light, drifting voice in the cellar sounded even more deep and mysterious.

Huo Xun continued forward and quickly saw a person lying on the bed in the inner room.

In fact, Gu Anjin had already been a bit surprised when she came in.

She had misjudged Huo Xun; she’d thought it would be a particularly dark and horrifying basement built specifically for torture.

She hadn’t expected it to just be a wine cellar.

The wine cellar was very large, the space wide and open.

Right now there was a white single hospital bed set in the middle, and the man lying on it had all ten fingers tightly wrapped in gauze.

His eyes were unfocused as he stared at the ceiling; under the cellar’s dim light, his bloodless, colorless face looked especially eerie.

Even when he heard movement, he had no intention of turning his head.

His whole being was sunk in despair, like a living corpse, completely devoid of life.

Even from dozens of meters away, Gu Anjin was still shaken.

Her steps froze where she stood, and tears surged up in her eyes so fast her vision blurred.

After a long moment, just as she was mustering the courage to walk over, Huo Xun suddenly raised an arm to block her, then shook his head.

His gaze told her not to go any closer.

"Mr. Song." Huo Xun lowered his hand and walked toward Song Yi. "How’s your recovery today?"

Hearing Huo Xun’s voice finally drew a slight response from Song Yi.

He looked utterly lifeless, his voice hoarse beyond recognition. "Whether I recover or not, what difference does it make? Mr. Murphy, I think..."

As Song Yi turned his head, he suddenly saw Gu Anjin not far away.

"Why is she here?!" Song Yi’s voice changed in an instant.

That throat which had almost no sound suddenly tore itself into something sharp.

His originally vacant pupils shrank at once, his whole body trembling with agitation.

His ashen face twisted into something hideous and terrifying.

"She—why is she here?!" Hatred and fear filled Song Yi’s eyes, but his voice began to shake. "Is Yue Siqing here? Yue Siqing? Mr. Murphy, why did you bring them here..."

Gu Anjin clenched her fists tightly; the man in front of her was already on the verge of a complete breakdown.

She forced out a hoarse sentence. "Senior Song, he didn’t come, he doesn’t know. You don’t have to be afraid..."

Song Yi pushed himself up on the bed, scrambling backward nonstop, both hands hidden behind his back.

Like that, he looked no different from a lunatic.

"Not be afraid? Hahaha..." He laughed like he was crying. "You’re telling me not to be afraid... Gu Anjin, do you have any idea what I’ve been through? What gives you the right to tell me not to be afraid?"