Li Sui sat in Zuo Qiuyong's study, devouring chunks of flesh while teasing the ink monkey sleeping in the brush holder. She didn't forget to take out the three clay figures to play with.
"Dad, don't worry about me. I'm doing just fine over here. Aunt is a good person. She takes great care of me. I'll be good and wait for you. A hundred and eighty years is... how many months is that again?" Li Sui spoke to the clay figures, trying to relieve her boredom.
Just as Li Sui put down her meal and started counting on her tentacles, SNAP—all the lanterns went out at once, and the room plunged into darkness.
"Hm? What's going on?" Before Li Sui could react, she suddenly felt a chill on her neck. The next instant, her exquisite Princess An Ping head was sent flying.
As a dozen tentacles burst from her severed neck and writhed frantically, Li Sui's body was slammed away.
