The dagger plunged forward silently. With the sound of tearing flesh, it seemed a bewitching, lotus-like bloom of garish red was about to blossom quietly by the sofa...
But... in the next second, Chen Xiang was dumbfounded.
He was prepared to die the moment the dagger pierced his chest, but it had only just broken the skin. It was impossible to push it any deeper, let alone into his heart.
It was as if a powerful, Formless force in the air was stopping him from taking his own life.
His eyes widened and his entire body froze. The dagger was merely pressed tightly against his chest.
'What's going on? Did the Snake Spirit go back on its word? Does it want to hurt my wife and make me live in endless agony?'
That would be the most lethal, bloodless way to kill a man.
Having failed to kill himself, Chen Xiang's body trembled with even greater fear.
"You do have some affection for Shu Yao, after all."
