Zhao Xilu turned and ran back, kneeling in front of the family shrine and using his hands to dig at the debris above. The shrine was already full of cursed objects, now buried underneath. If only he could dig them out, there might still be a chance. No choice, he couldn’t escape, and he didn’t want to die, so he could only try his utmost to grasp at any signs of life nearby. Above, Zhao Yi’s expression had already darkened. Below, Mr. Tian probably sensed something, aware he’d embarrassed himself greatly. Therefore, he no longer held back, veins protruding on his arms, tilting the two daggers downward to cut his own wrists, staining the daggers with blood, connected by a blood chain in between. Mr. Tian’s aura changed as well, pushing forward. The two masses of infant grievances on the woman’s shoulders were intimidated by the blood-stained daggers, letting out terrified screams, causing the woman to continuously retreat. Mr. Tian hadn’t wanted to use this move. He relied on daggers, and with his wrist injured, his combat capability would decline for quite a while. How could he protect his young master? But now there was really no avoiding playing a bit ruthless. Zhao Yi finally let out a breath, saying to the side, "Finally looks like it’s resolved." Li Zhiyuan also opened his eyes at this moment, nodding: "Yes, it’s resolved." Mr. Tian pressed forward with domineering momentum, intending to dismember the woman along with the two infant grievances on her body to redeem the face he lost earlier. Who would’ve thought the woman suddenly turned, abandoning Mr. Tian and lunging at Zhao Xilu, who was kneeling there digging at the shrine. Zhao Xilu heard the familiar aura behind him and didn’t turn his head. He continued digging through the debris with his bloody hands, impatiently saying: "Go stop him, even if it means your death. I will soon dig out... ah ah ah!!!!!" Zhao Xilu let out a miserable scream as the woman’s teeth sank into his neck. Immediately following this, the woman gave a flick of her head. A large piece of flesh was forcibly torn from Zhao Xilu’s neck. "You..." Zhao Xilu’s neck gushed with blood, wanting to rebuke but unable to utter a sound. The woman pinned him beneath her, continuing to bite and wildly gnaw. The two masses of infant grievances on the woman’s body also continuously screamed excitedly, injecting mental torment into the man’s very soul. This was her nominal husband, their nominal father, yet at the same time, the most despicable of creatures on earth. At this moment, Zhao Xilu endured the dual torment of body and spirit. Mr. Tian was stupefied. He had just cut his wrist, let blood spill, and used his trump card, looking to reclaim some pride, but suddenly there was nothing left for him to do? No, this way his wrist got cut for nothing, making himself look foolish, along with the young master above... Mr. Tian took a deep breath, "Fine, I’ll just cut them all apart!" On the rooftop, Li Zhiyuan spoke: "Make him stop." Zhao Yi: "Grandpa Tian." Zhao Yi gestured for him to retreat. Mr. Tian sulked back, beginning to tear strips from his clothes to bandage his wrist, muttering: "Damn, this time I embarrassed the young master greatly." Li Zhiyuan: "Don’t bite so quickly, take your time." "Hmm?" Zhao Yi looked at Li Zhiyuan again. Was he talking to him? Li Zhiyuan: "Chew slowly, execute him by slicing." Zhao Yi immediately looked at the woman on Zhao Xilu, and sure enough, the woman slowed down, beginning to shred Zhao Xilu’s flesh bit by bit with her nails, putting it in her mouth. He was conversing with this woman! No, he was controlling this woman! In an instant, Zhao Yi felt cold in his hands and feet. The Jiujiang Zhao Family had an extensive collection of ancient books, and his status allowed him unrestricted access. But he had never seen, someone merely standing here being able to take control of things held by others, what kind of supernatural and ghostly art is this! Moreover, there was a chill of something sinister peering through! Li Zhiyuan: "He can’t be allowed to die so quickly; he must savor it, have your two children stimulate his spirit, control the force, keep him breathing, let him remain conscious, clearly perceiving the pain." The once-weakened Zhao Xilu suddenly heard a piercing scream next to his ear, his once-clouded eyes becoming clear again. What followed was the clarity of pain, the visualization of fear. He was watching himself being executed by slicing, being cannibalized before his own eyes. Even now, he still didn’t understand what exactly happened, why things turned out this way. Clearly, a woman who was under his control and obeyed him unquestionably, why would she turn on him now? Li Zhiyuan didn’t know what Zhao Xilu was thinking at the moment, but if he did, he would likely feel disdain and scorn. He had just tried to manipulate that woman using the method from Wei Zhengdao’s black book. The woman wasn’t dead, but controlling her was even easier than if she was dead. Because she was always in a state of "dazed and confused," as if following Zhao Xilu’s orders had become her instinct and habit. In reality, Zhao Xilu never had any more specific restraint over her. One could say, Zhao Xilu was just an extremely lucky madman and fool. He always sat at the volcano’s edge, complacent, thinking he had cultivated such a powerful cursed object. The fact he hadn’t been bitten back until now was truly sheer dumb luck.