Chapter 1100: Chapter 1100: Mei Ji’s Blood Bath
The two of them didn’t have to wait long. After a few minutes, the outside erupted in a cacophony—chaotic footsteps, irritable rebukes, and desperate cries for mercy...
Qin Sisi’s heart involuntarily tensed. Were those young girls about to be sacrificed?
The door to the white jade room was pushed open. Elderly Fourth entered first, followed by several guards who shoved five weeping girls into the room.
Qin Sisi stared at them unblinkingly. She had already foreseen their deaths, but what unfolded next was far more horrifying and grotesque than she had ever imagined.
The first girl was dragged by a guard to the innermost white jade bathtub. With a sudden, chilling "sching," the guard unsheathed the saber hanging at his waist and, in one swift motion, severed the girl’s head.
The remaining girls let out even more terrified screams, desperately struggling, but they couldn’t break free from the guards’ overwhelmingly strong grip.
Qin Sisi’s body trembled violently. She instinctively took a step forward, but Li Li immediately tightened her grip on Qin Sisi’s hand, pulling her back into the corner. She squeezed Qin Sisi’s hand twice, a stern reminder of her promise not to act rashly.
The guard picked up the lifeless body of the girl, holding it upside down so that her blood dripped through the neck wound into the bathtub. In just a few minutes, her blood was completely drained.
For the first time, Qin Sisi realized just how little blood a human body actually contained. Life—the fragility of it—was startling.
Destroying a young life was, for some people, as trivial as crushing an ant underfoot.
The first guard carried the severed head in one hand and the bloodless corpse in the other and walked out. The second guard then dragged the next girl forward to the bathtub.
Head severed. Body flipped. Blood drained into the bathtub. Corpse dragged away.
Then the third. Then the fourth. Then the fifth...
The series of actions they performed was so methodical, so practiced, it resembled the assembly line of a macabre production. It was clear that countless blooming young lives before tonight had been destroyed in the exact same manner.
Qin Sisi’s breathing grew increasingly labored, her heart thundering in her chest with a suffocating ferocity. Her clenched fists dug her fingernails into her palms, drawing blood, yet she didn’t even notice.
By now, the shallow bathtub was filled to the brim with fresh blood, its edges flecked with scattered droplets and smeared crimson stains. The scene was far more horrifying and menacing than any crime scene Qin Sisi had ever witnessed before.
The stark contrast of gleaming white jade and crimson blood assaulted her vision, while waves of nausea churned endlessly in her throat.
Qin Sisi fought back the urge to vomit, standing rooted where she was, determined to see the final truth.
"Greetings, Clan Leader." Elderly Fourth’s voice rang out, carrying a distinct note of joy. His tone was obsequious and ingratiating, with an undercurrent of flirtatiousness.
Qin Sisi turned her head toward the doorway and finally caught sight of the Changkong family’s clan leader—Mei Ji.
She stared, wide-eyed with shock. This was Mei Ji? Jiu Ge’s mother? How could she look so impossibly young and stunning?
Among all the women Qin Sisi had ever encountered, Teacher Yirou was the most beautiful. But the woman before her exuded a glamorous allure that even surpassed Yi Rou’s elegance.
Yet, as Jiu Ge’s mother, Mei Ji’s age ought to surpass Yi Rou’s. Yi Rou appeared to be a woman in her thirties, yet Mei Ji looked no older than twenty-something.
She was dressed in a sheer red gauze dress, the translucent fabric faintly revealing her snow-white skin beneath. The sight was irresistibly enticing. Her long hair, cascading down to her hips, was smooth and lustrous, with faint red undertones, resembling a soft and exquisite silk ribbon.
Her crescent-shaped eyebrows arched gracefully, and her eyes shimmered like rippling springwater, brimming with seductive charm. The corners of her eyes tilted slightly upward, and the flicker of her gaze seemed to ensnare souls, captivating and intoxicating.
Her red lips, as vibrant as rose petals, glistened with a dewy freshness, exuding an intoxicating allure.
She stepped gracefully into the white jade room, her figure swaying enchantingly, each step resembling the delicate rhythm of an alluring dance.
Elderly Fourth followed closely behind, his lecherous expression entirely unmistakable.
This white jade room was none other than Mei Ji’s bathroom. She walked straight to the bathtub, her gaze settling on the blood-filled tub before her. She nodded in satisfaction.
Then, with a gentle tug, she loosened the tie at the front of her gown. The rich red gauze dress fell like a crimson cloud, landing softly upon the floor.
Mei Ji’s flawless body was laid bare before everyone present; she wore nothing underneath.
Instantly, Elderly Fourth and the guards all began to breathe more heavily, their eyes burning as they fixated on Mei Ji’s naked figure. Yet, none of them dared move a muscle without her command.
Mei Ji lifted her long, shapely leg and stepped into the bathtub, slowly reclining within. The crimson blood perfectly enveloped her body.
Two guards stepped forward and began massaging Mei Ji’s body as she soaked in the blood, ensuring that her skin absorbed the fresh nutrients from the young girls’ blood as quickly as possible.
The guards, however, found it impossible to remain indifferent. While massaging, they took the opportunity to caress every inch of Mei Ji’s body.
Mei Ji showed no signs of anger. Instead, her face reflected pleasure. She lay there leisurely, eyes half-closed, a faint, enigmatic smile playing on her lips.
Qin Sisi stood frozen, watching it all unfold. So, this was it? The blood of those young girls was merely for Mei Ji’s bath?
She couldn’t comprehend such behavior, but at this moment, she absolutely couldn’t rush out to question Mei Ji.
She had already used her Divine Sense to assess that Mei Ji was at the level of a Magic God—a being far beyond her own station as a mere Magic Spirit. No wonder Li Li had repeatedly cautioned her to stay calm. If exposed, both of them would surely die.
An hour later, Mei Ji’s blood bath was finally coming to an end. She stepped out of the bathtub, her face and body drenched in dark crimson blood, resembling a living Blood Man. Droplets of blood dripped from her hair onto the white jade floor.
She casually turned around, lifting a hand and flipping her palm. A wisp of Wind Attribute Magic Skill was released, gathering the leftover blood from the bathtub into a coiling, serpentine form—like a Blood-colored Long Snake.
Opening her mouth wide, Mei Ji directed the bloody serpent toward herself. Under the power of her Wind Attribute Magic, every last drop of the blood was poured into her mouth. Not a single ounce of the young girls’ fresh blood was wasted.
Having completed this ritual, Mei Ji’s blood bath was officially over.
She walked to the center of the room, where several guards brought over pre-prepared, clear mountain spring water. They poured it over her to rinse away the blood clinging to her skin.
Mei Ji’s snow-white skin and flawless body reemerged, her slender fingers brushing lightly over her smooth, delicate flesh. A satisfied, euphoric smile spread across her lips.
The crimson gauze dress she had worn earlier was discarded. Two hideously ugly servants entered, dressing her in a rose-red gauze dress.
Mei Ji moved with elegant steps, her slender waist swaying as she exited the white jade bathroom, disappearing down the corridor.
