Chapter 104: Human Life as Cheap as Grass

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At that moment, Qin Yiling, who lay on the hospital bed in a daze, opened her eyes.

“Cousin, no... Don’t make things difficult for Murong Yun...”

Qin Yiling’s voice was weak and feeble.

Xue Pengju threw the injured Jiang Lin to the floor, then walked over to the hospital bed.

“Cousin, this is none of your concern. Uncle sent me here to handle everything, and I know what I’m doing.”

Qin Yiling wanted to stop him, but she had no strength left. Even speaking was difficult.

“Murong Yun, make your choice. My patience is limited,” Xue Pengju said.

Murong Yun clenched her fists. Faced with Xue Pengju’s threats, she showed neither fear nor submission.

“I, Murong Yun, may not have much ability, but I have always preferred to break rather than bend. I will never yield to threats.”

“Good! No wonder you were the woman I took a liking to at first sight. You have spirit. Then I’ll grant your wish.”

Xue Pengju made a gesture, and Xu Feihong immediately flung the poisonous blood directly onto Murong Yun.

“Now you’re infected too. I’m sure you’ll be willing to bring the doctor here!” Xue Pengju sneered.

“There’s no need to call him anymore. Let’s all die together. In any case, they’ll all die before I do!”

Murong Yun looked at the poisonous blood covering her body without changing expression. Her voice was calm and resolute, as though she had already embraced death.

“Murong Yun, you worthless wretch! If you want to die, go die by yourself. I don’t want to die! Our young lady doesn’t want to die either. Hurry up and call that doctor!”

Li Yan panicked when she saw that Murong Yun was actually prepared to give up and drag everyone down with her.

Murong Yun remained unmoved. Xue Pengju did not dare touch her now, afraid of becoming infected.

He grabbed the injured Jiang Lin again and tightened his hand around her neck.

“You think that because you’re willing to die, there’s nothing I can do to you? If you refuse to submit, I’ll kill this servant first, then the rest of the Murong family.”

“President Murong, I’m not afraid to die,” Jiang Lin said with equal resolve.

Han Liqun was still in the hospital room, restless and deeply uneasy.

He had never imagined that the arrival of the Qin family would turn matters into this.

“Miss Murong, perhaps you should call Mr. Lin,” Han Liqun urged.

Murong Yun knew that the Qin family was not to be trifled with, and Xue Pengju was even more vicious. If she called Lin Yang over, then whether or not he could cure the illness, the matter would never end well.

Once a conflict broke out, Lin Yang would inevitably be the one to suffer.

How could Murong Yun possibly put him in danger?

But if she did not make the call, Jiang Lin would certainly be killed by Xue Pengju, and Xue Pengju would surely find another way to contact Lin Yang.

This was not something she could prevent.

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Though unwilling, Murong Yun had no choice but to make the call.

“Let her go, and I’ll call him,” Murong Yun said.

“You’re in no position to bargain with me,” Xue Pengju replied contemptuously.

Murong Yun took out her phone and dialed Lin Yang’s number.

“Give me the phone.”

Xue Pengju snatched the phone from her. When Lin Yang answered, the voice he heard on the other end was Xue Pengju’s.

After hanging up, Xue Pengju crushed Murong Yun’s phone in his hand.

“Let her go.”

Xue Pengju glanced at Jiang Lin, whose neck he was gripping, and gently caressed her cheek with his other hand.

“You have good taste. Your secretary is quite beautiful.”

With that, Xue Pengju forcibly kissed Jiang Lin in front of everyone, utterly brazen.

Jiang Lin bit down hard, tearing open Xue Pengju’s lip.

Stung by the pain, Xue Pengju quickly released her. He touched the blood on his lips and gave her an eerie smile.

“You dared to bite me? Then go to hell.”

With a sharp crack, Xue Pengju twisted Jiang Lin’s neck and snapped it.

“No!”

Murong Yun watched with her own eyes as Jiang Lin, the secretary who had followed her for years and was as dear to her as a sister, died before her. She was instantly overcome with unbearable grief.

“Oh? Her neck was far too fragile. I hadn’t even used much force, and she died. Here, she’s yours.”

Xue Pengju threw Jiang Lin’s lifeless body at Murong Yun’s feet.

Everyone in the hospital room held their breath, terrified and silent. A living person had just been murdered before their eyes—who could possibly remain unafraid?

Murong Yun embraced Jiang Lin’s corpse, tears streaming down her face as grief consumed her.

“Murong Yun, don’t be in such a hurry to cry. This is only the beginning. This is the price you must pay for making the wrong choice. If you had chosen to become my woman from the start, no one would have died because of you.”

“I don’t like forcing women. But when a woman refuses to obey me, I will take my time tormenting her.”

Xue Pengju spoke with an evil, arrogant smile.

Murong Yun’s eyes were bloodshot as she glared at him with boundless hatred, wishing she could tear him into a thousand pieces.

“That’s the look I want. Unfortunately, no matter how vicious your glare is, it’s useless. What can you possibly do to me? Hahahaha...”

Xue Pengju burst into raucous laughter.

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“Young Master Xue... I’m only a doctor who was ordered to come and treat the illness. My medical skills are inadequate, and I cannot cure this blood abscess and poisonous rash. There is nothing more I can do here, so I’ll take my leave.”

Tang Daomin had witnessed Jiang Lin’s murder with his own eyes, and he was terrified.

The man before him was insane—a merciless killer whose temper shifted without warning. The wisest course was to get away as quickly as possible.

“If your medical skills are inadequate, then you’re useless! A useless person only wastes air by staying alive.”

Xue Pengju’s words instantly left Tang Daomin weak-kneed and pale as paper.

“Please spare me, Young Master Xue! This... this blood abscess and poisonous rash truly cannot be cured. Aside from the Medicine Saint, no one in the world can treat it!”

Tang Daomin hurriedly fell to his knees and begged for mercy.

“Are you saying that the divine physician, Lin, cannot cure it either?” Xue Pengju asked.

“I said so yesterday. That man certainly won’t be able to cure it. Please spare me, Young Master Xue! There is a rule in the martial world that doctors must not be killed!”

In the martial world, killing a doctor was considered a grave taboo. The rule that doctors were not to be harmed had long been observed.

“I’m not a man of the martial world. Those rules mean nothing to me. Whether I kill someone depends entirely on my mood,” Xue Pengju sneered.

Tang Daomin was filled with regret. He had intended to use this opportunity to curry favor with the Qin family, never imagining that the trip would become a journey to his death. All he could do was continue begging for mercy.

“Enough. Go wait over there. If that man named Lin comes and fails to cure the illness, then all of you are useless. You’ll die alongside him.”

Tang Daomin collapsed limply onto the floor. His only chance of survival was for the divine physician, Lin, to cure the blood abscess and poisonous rash.

But Tang Daomin was certain that was impossible.

That meant he was doomed to die as well. How could he not be afraid? Every passing second was agony to him, a countdown to death. Nothing was more tormenting than such fear.

That was also why Xue Pengju had not killed Tang Daomin yet. He enjoyed watching the helpless terror on people’s faces as they slowly drew closer to death.

Han Liqun and the other doctors and nurses were drenched in cold sweat and trembling uncontrollably. None of them dared even breathe too loudly.

“Young Master Xue is mighty! If the illness cannot be cured, then all these useless people deserve to die!”

Hatred born of resentment twisted Li Yan’s heart. If she was going to die, she would drag Murong Yun and the others down with her.

Murong Yun continued holding Jiang Lin’s corpse. Though hatred filled her heart, helplessness weighed even more heavily upon her.

Before a colossus like the Qin family, even she—the eldest daughter of the Murong family, a woman who could command the winds and clouds of Luocheng—could only be reduced to an ant in someone else’s palm, left at their mercy.

“Lin Yang... will you be our final hope?”

Without meaning to, Murong Yun pictured Lin Yang’s handsome face in her mind—the calm, confident expression he always wore.

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