Chapter 4161 — Dead One After Another
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This scene naturally fell clear and plain into the eyes of Wei Shenjin, who was deliberately feigning laziness; a faint arc of mockery curled the corner of his mouth. Wei Zhao's foresight had indeed been godlike—everything so far was following the script he had designed, without the slightest deviation.
Situ Qian, Xiao Qiuhua, and that Ma Shangfeng—the day of reckoning for you three shameless wretches had finally come!
Of all this, Situ Qian and her companion knew nothing. In high spirits they sought out Ma Shangfeng, and without a word began their daylight debauchery. In their minds, Ma Shangfeng had always been exceptionally vigorous in that regard; with this divine medicine in his veins, he would surely far surpass a wreck like Wei Shenjin. Today they were in for a real treat.
Sure enough, no sooner had they swallowed the second packet than all three felt it at once—that thrilling sensation that set the heart racing and the cheeks burning, plainly even more intense than the night before. Situ Qian and Xiao Qiuhua sensed not the slightest hint of danger; on the contrary, they were elated.
Ma Shangfeng's reaction, by contrast, outstripped both women's. His heart pounded violently, his blood blazed as though about to burst him apart, and the last shred of clarity in his mind was drowned in an instant by desire, leaving him driven by pure instinct to find release as quickly as possible.
At first, Ma Shangfeng's formidable performance truly gave the two women a taste of pleasures they had never known. Yet just as they were about to reach the very peak, Ma Shangfeng's body suddenly went rigid; then he jerked to a halt and toppled straight over.
"Senior Brother Ma, what are you dawdling for? Hurry up!" Situ Qian complained in displeasure. But beside her, Xiao Qiuhua, catching sight of Ma Shangfeng's present state, abruptly went wide-eyed and stammered in terror, "M-Miss, something's wrong—Senior Brother Ma, he..."
"He what?" Situ Qian frowned and turned at the sound. One glance was enough, and she too turned ashen with fright.
Ma Shangfeng's whole body was curled up like a boiled shrimp, his face hideous and twitching, white foam spilling from his mouth; already he was drawing more breath than he gave out. Then, in but a brief moment, Ma Shangfeng ceased to move altogether and became a lifeless corpse.
"J-just like that, he's dead?" Situ Qian's head spun; her mind went utterly blank. Even if she were beaten to death she never would have imagined that at the very height of pleasure, such a thing could happen!
"Miss, wh-what are we going to do?" Xiao Qiuhua's face was even more ashen. Ma Shangfeng was, after all, a capable cultivator of the early Golden Core stage; for him to die like this, the sect's higher-ups would surely investigate to the bottom of it, and then they would be finished.
Situ Qian had her grandfather Situ Guangzong behind her—at worst she would lose face and suffer a bit of gossip. But Xiao Qiuhua, a mere handmaiden with no standing whatsoever, might well be made the scapegoat.
"No—we have to destroy the corpse and erase all traces. Hurry, think of a way to get rid of this body..." Situ Qian said through gritted teeth. If word of this got out, it would be an enormous scandal; even if she escaped with her life, she would never escape punishment, and her future would be ruined forever.
"Yes, yes." Xiao Qiuhua nodded repeatedly and scrambled off the bed at once. If this matter could be quietly swept under the rug, that would be the best outcome for her.
Yet before the two could even dress, they felt wave upon wave of fierce impulse surging up within them, that indescribable thrill rushing to the very top of their heads, impossible to stop.