Zhuo Family Villa!
The servants had already been sent away by Zhuo Wenbin, leaving the villa dimly lit. Zhuo Wenbin sat on the sofa, holding a wine glass, occasionally sipping the red wine with an excited gleam in his eyes.
A surgical table, a chilling scalpel, and various indescribable drugs were laid out in the living room. Zhuo Junting was bound tightly to the surgical table, furiously cursing at the moment.
"Zhuo Wenbin, you beast, even if I die today, I will become a fierce ghost and feast on your flesh and drink your blood."
Like a demon's roar or like a ghost's howl, Zhuo Junting at this moment had lost all her ladylike demeanor; she seemed to have turned into a madwoman, her eyes red and radiating a terrifying hatred.
"Little girl, you will indeed become a fierce ghost, merely as a tool in my hands," happily declared the Ghost Path elder, his body exuding an eerie ghostly aura as he picked up the scalpel and walked step by step towards Zhuo Junting.