Chapter Twelve: The Bond of Death (Please continue reading, please vote)

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“Unexpectedly, she is a thousand-household commander of the Western Depot.”

A woman from the demonic cult took Min Ning’s waist token and then scrutinized her appearance.

“Quite handsome-looking.”

Another swordsman from the cult said coldly, “No matter how handsome, she’s still a lackey of the Vengeful Demon Lord.”

“Liu Shi is right. No matter how exquisite the face of a follower of the Vengeful Demon Lord may be, it’s nothing but a flesh city of muddy water,” the elder said indifferently.

Chen Yi smiled gently at Min Ning.

Min Ning glared at Chen Yi with hatred, wishing to tear him apart piece by piece.

“You... you’re really one of the cult members. May you die a terrible death, may you die a terrible death!” she cursed.

“Enough noise.”

After speaking, Chen Yi sealed her mute point.

Min Ning whimpered but could not utter a word.

“Song Shengbao, what do you suggest we do with her?” the elder asked slowly.

“Elder, she is a thousand-household commander of the Western Depot. We cannot keep her long, or it will attract their attention and expose our location. Yet killing her here rashly will also bring investigation from the Western Depot.”

Chen Yi glanced at Min Ning and continued, “Rather than that, it’s better to take her to the wilderness outside the city and end her with one stroke. That way, they won’t be able to trace it back to us.”

The elder nodded. Chen Yi’s suggestion was in line with the cult’s usual practice.

“In that case, you, Liu Shi, and Ma Deng will escort her to the outskirts. Remember to bury her body properly.”

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Outside the capital, in a dense forest.

Liu Shi and Ma Deng walked, one ahead and one behind, constantly alert for any sudden attack from Min Ning.

Chen Yi carried the weakened Min Ning on his back, step by step heading toward the predetermined burial site.

Along the way, he could occasionally feel his superior’s gaze, sharp as a blade. If looks could kill, he would have died hundreds of times over.

“This Western Depot commander has a fine appearance. It’s a pity she’s a Western Depot officer; otherwise, she’d be worth selling to a brothel,” Ma Deng said angrily, looking at Min Ning.

“Damn the Western Depot. So many brothers have died at their hands!” he spat.

Liu Shi said indifferently, “These Embroidered Uniform Guards are nothing but flesh city muddy water, slavishly serving the court day and night, yet they think themselves mighty.”

Hearing this, Min Ning’s eyes burned with fury, but she was helpless.

“They’re despicable, believing the court would treat them like humans. But who would treat a bunch of beasts as humans?”

Ma Deng thought of the recently fallen cult brothers, his eyes filled with rage.

At the burial site, Chen Yi gently put Min Ning down from his back.

She stared at him without blinking, as if determined to become a vengeful spirit after death.

“Look, this Embroidered Uniform Guard still refuses to submit.”

Seeing that look, Ma Deng wanted to strike immediately.

“Refusing won’t help. She must die. Blame herI'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.