Wanyan Shang stared wide-eyed at Yang Ruxin, not recognizing her, but her words made him feel a chill all over. He wanted to call for someone, but when he opened his mouth, he couldn't produce a sound; instead, drool trickled out.
"This medicine works well." Yang Ruxin looked at Wanyan Shang with satisfaction. "At such an old age, why not peacefully spend your later years? Why do you insist on harming so many girls? Who would go to hell if not someone like you?"
"Ah, ah!" Wanyan Shang, in his panic, finally managed to make a sound, but it was just a simple monosyllable.
"Stop with the ah, ah." Yang Ruxin chuckled. "No one can understand you, and even if they did, no one would bother with you because you should have been dead long ago."
Wanyan Shang frowned deeply as he looked at Yang Ruxin, his gaze very complex.
