Afterwards, the black tentacle picked up the skin fragments again, carefully sticking them piece by piece onto the exposed tissues, swiftly sewing them together as if threading a needle...
The whole person looked like a worn-out rag doll with its stuffing hollowed out.
Withered, ugly, covered in patches.
"Hungry..."
Duan Zhongmou’s voice was hoarse.
The flesh could be stitched up, but the lost blood could not be generated out of thin air.
Chu Heng’s left eye flashed with a red light, scarlet mist seeped from beneath his hem, rushing towards Duan Zhongmou.
Duan Zhongmou opened his mouth and inhaled forcefully, a look of satisfaction spreading across his face. The withered body became full, and the stitching marks on his skin gradually faded, ultimately restoring completely.
"Phew—"
Duan Zhongmou drew a breath and whispered, "That was close. If they had stayed half a stick of incense longer, I fear I wouldn’t have been able to hold out without revealing myself."
Thinking of that golden beam, his eyes filled with lingering fear.
That power was truly terrifying, it left no room for resistance.
If he hadn’t hidden the curse mark in his heart beforehand, deceiving Chu Yanli’s perception, the consequences would have been unimaginable!
"Didn’t you say it was handled cleanly? Why did Chen Mo even bring out the images from that time?" Chu Heng said sternly: "And in front of Princess Xuanhuang, almost causing a disaster!"
Duan Zhongmou frowned tightly and said, "This old servant ensures no loose ends were left. Chen Mo must have used some method to trace back to the scene."
To leave no trace, he had first enveloped the entire house with a domain before acting to capture, thinking it was foolproof... Yet, he hadn’t expected such bizarre occurrences!
"This old servant told the princely heir long ago, the city is on edge now, rashly acting against sect disciples might bring trouble..."
"Enough, what use is talking about this now?"
"If we don’t capture strong cultivators, how long will my recovery be delayed?"
Chu Heng gritted his teeth, his expression slightly hideous, "Even if discovered by Chen Mo, it doesn’t matter. If he doesn’t come to me, I shall go to him! Yet, Princess Xuanhuang’s attitude towards him is truly unfathomable..."
Recalling what Chen Mo said before leaving, an unfounded bad premonition arose within him.
"Impossible."
"Even after ascending the throne, His Majesty never acted against Prince Yu Mansion; why would he bear the infamy of fratricide for Chen Mo?"
"No need to even mention the Three Departments."
"Apart from some influence at the Imperial Examination Hall, the Chen Family is at odds with the Ministry of Criminal Justice and the Ministry of Justice, any proposal would never pass..."
Chu Heng felt slightly reassured contemplating this.
However, some extra preparation is still necessary...
"Mr. Duan."
"This old servant is here."

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