These few words were like a curse, releasing all the fear that had been buried deep in Mu Xiangwan's mind for a year.
Her memories swept backward in an instant—she remembered that desperate cottage, the pythons wriggling beneath the floor, the shivering sensation of smooth, cold creatures crawling over her body, and the indescribable pain of her whip wounds.
She had assumed these memories would never return, but they had suddenly come back when she least expected it.
It turned out the explosion hadn't eradicated these inhuman devils.
They all had, after all, returned!
With these thoughts in mind, Mu Xiangwan suddenly felt a wave of nausea. A chilling touch on her cheek startled her, and she turned to see Shentu Yun's fingers sliding across her face.
Even though those hands were long and fair, with clean, neatly trimmed nails, Mu Xiangwan still found it repulsive as if some disgusting filth had smeared her body.
