Venerated Venomous Consort Chapter 2040 - The Torment (2)

Chapter 2040: The Tornt (2)

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There was a large pool of blood that belonged to the mussel. Obviously, it was injured and held captive. Every piece of evidence was a match to her speculation. She could assu that the mussel that the four Great Guardians had claid must be hers.

“Lu Wu, trace the scents of these four n and find them!”

“Yes!” Lu Wu took a sniff of their surroundings and pointed at a direction. “They went that way!”

“Right, let’s look for them!”

Yun Yanli offered to join them. “Xijiu, I shall join you.”

“It is all right. You are still injured, so you should focus on your recovery. I can find them on my own.” Gu Xijiu then swiftly passed him a bottle of dicine before leaving with Lu Wu.

Hesitantly, Yun Yanli slowed down. He knew that his identity must not be revealed, so it was not appropriate for him to see the four Great Guardians face-to-face. He would be in great trouble if they found out that he was still alive. Hence, he headed in a different direction though he promised to still help in the search.

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Gu Xijiu was burning with anxiety. She was worried about the condition of the mussel. Had it been tortured? She bore no interest in politics. She would stay away from the complications, as long as the political ga did not harm any of the people that she cared about.

She had certainly heard about the four Great Guardians and the massacre, too, but she was not really concerned. In politics, there was no definite line between right and wrong. Every single one of the rulers would definitely do anything that he could to secure their throne, even if it ant driving away and exterminating the surviving mbers of the past royal family to ensure that there are no mishaps.

They would spare no rcy in the killings, especially to those who rose in rebellion to the succession of the throne. The evil plots for the throne would often end up in brutal fights, even between a father and a son, let alone the mbers of no blood connection. Every change of era was built on blood and bones.

Ye Tianli, the new Emperor Immortal, could be considered as a good emperor, but he should not be acknowledged as a good man. A really good man would never be able to beco an emperor. Also, his followers would not be any better, just like the four Great Guardians. Their nas had beco a byword for cruelty.

People would tremble in fear upon hearing their brutal tornts. Her only hope was that they would not torture the mussel, for the sake of its identity as a majestic being.

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The mussel had three major concerns. First and foremost, it feared that its master would one day abandon it. Secondly, it had a fear of hunger. Lastly, it was scared of confinent. At this very mont, it was experiencing two of out its three greatest fears.

It had not been given anything to eat for the past three days, not even a drop of water. Also, it was confined in a magic bottle gourd.

The magic bottle gourd was no ordinary cell. It was a magical item that could change its size to accommodate different needs. When the mussel was first confined in the bottle, it tried to expand its size to shatter the wall. To its surprise, the bottle grew along with its body size. The mussel had tried many tis, but nothing worked. In desperation, it wanted to cry so badly.

It had heard about the story called ‘A Journey To The West’ from its master. In the story, the monsters had many magical instrunts; one of them was known as the Golden Purple Bottle Gourd. It had once housed Sun Wukong in it.

It thought that what she had shared was only a story, so it was beguiled with the tale of adventure. Never had it expected that it would one day be trapped and tortured in a similar situation. The bottle was like a living hell. The mussel thought that the actual hell would probably be a much better place than the bottle.

For the first two hours, there would be raging fires, tornting the mussel from every corner. The next two hours, there would be piercing cold winds, penetrating the mussel’s skin. The temperature could drop abruptly to 70 or 80 degrees below zero; so cold that it could only breathe ice out of its nostrils. The following two hours would be filled with the smoke tornt. The smoke would choke the mussel, making it difficult for the mussel to breathe.

These tornts were considerably bearable for the mussel. What tortured it the most was the sll of food that would fill its nostrils every two hours.