Inside the Li Family estate in Luochuan City, Li Moge lay paralyzed on the bed like an evil ghost crawling from the abyss of hell, resembling a shattered puppet. Her once nimble hands and feet were now completely broken, the jagged ends of her shattered bones jutting out like grotesque, terrifying rocks, exuding an aura of death and hatred. Dried blood had congealed into patches of black-and-red scabs, like seals branded by a demon, sinking deep into her skin to tell of the humiliation and suffering she had endured—a breeding ground for hatred.
Her face was terribly distorted by malice, her muscles spasming uncontrollably, every line carved as if by the sharp blade of hatred, deep and hideous. Her once pretty and beautiful visage was long gone, replaced by the terrifying appearance of a yaksha that chilled the soul, as if a mere glance would cause one's soul to be eroded by endless malice. Her gaze, like two materialized poisonous blades, was as cold as unmelting polar ice for thousands of years, as fierce as a starving wolf locking onto its prey, and as crazed as an out-of-control storm as she stared fixedly at the ceiling. The hatred contained within that look was like the primordial chaos at the birth of the universe, with endless darkness and destruction surging within it, like a prehistoric behemoth imprisoned for a millennium, about to break free from its shackles and destroy everything in the world. And the curses she hurled at Du Bufan in her mind were like a doomsda…
Chapter 59