In a guest room, the naked Li Huowang sat in a wooden tub, clutching a triangular dagger with his one remaining arm, taking deep breaths preparing for something.
"Hoo... hoo... hoo..." Li Huowang breathed slowly, calming the tension in his heart.
Once he was completely calm, Li Huowang stuffed a folded cotton towel into his mouth, then raised the triangular dagger in his hand.
Blood flowed from the wound into the bathwater in the tub, dyeing a large area red.
Li Huowang's forehead bulged with veins, but he couldn't care about the nearly fainting pain—he kept trembling and digging around.
He finally found the stomach, wanting to stab a hole in it to see what's inside.
But Li Huowang suddenly realized he now only had one hand; he simply couldn't manage this action.
Just as he was struggling with whether to call someone outside for help, a pair of hands with long, sharp black nails brushed his skin, reaching around from behind his waist.
