"I'm afraid of death. Who isn't? But Senior Dugu, don't you know that you've been poisoned? Shouldn't you be more afraid of death than me?"
Chen Feng's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly echoed in Dugu Bo's ears, like a thin needle pricking at his pride.
"What a joke. My poison can poison myself? I'm seventy - eight years old. No one has ever surpassed me in poison - using skills, let alone poisoned me."
Dugu Bo's voice was cold, as if it could freeze the surrounding air. A trace of imperceptible unease flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by endless indifference.
Chen Feng's mocking voice continued to reverberate. His words were like sharp blades, cutting at Dugu Bo's confidence:
"Is that really the case? Then let me ask you, whenever it's cloudy or rainy, do you feel a numb itch in your ribs? And it gradually intensifies. It seizure s once at noon and once at midnight. With your current situation, each episode should last for more than an hour. Moreover, not only have you been poisoned, but the poison has also penetrated into your bones."
Dugu Bo had always been at the peak of poison - using skills, aloof from worldly affairs, as proud as a pine. But under Chen Feng's shocking words, the seemingly unshakable shell around him seemed to crack.
His face turned as pale as if a sudden gust of cold wind had blown in autumn, catching him off - guard.
"How... how do you know?" There was genuine panic in Dugu Bo's voice. It was no longer a huge wave but a trembling raindrop in a rainstorm, fragile and helpless.
Chen Feng's description was incredibly accurate, hitting every point precisely, as if he had seen through Dugu Bo, revealing even the well - hidden secrets one by one.
How could this not make Dugu Bo terrified?
"Sigh, what a pity," Chen Feng's sigh seemed to contain some profound meaning. The sigh was light, but it was like a heavy stone falling onto Dugu Bo's already - shaken heart.
"What's a pity? Kid, are you scared? It's not too late to admit defeat now."
Even though a wave of panic was rising in his heart, Dugu Bo still tried his best to maintain the dignity of a poison master, attempting to fight back against Chen Feng with tough words.
"You're already seventy years old. If you die, you die. But it's a pity about your beautiful granddaughter. I'm afraid she won't last as long as you. And she may not have the perseverance to endure the increasing pain."
Chen Feng's tone was calm, but every word was like a cold wind, piercing through Dugu Bo's defenses that had been in place for years.
"Her poison will flare up even more violently because she has been immersed in this toxin since she was in the womb."
Chen Feng's words were like streaks of lightning splitting the night sky, hitting directly at Dugu Bo's softest spot.
Dugu Bo's body couldn't help but tremble slightly. His broad shoulders suddenly seemed to bear a heavy burden, and his once - steady posture, as solid as a mountain, now seemed shaky.
The invisible sense of oppression was like a tangible presence, making his breathing rapid. The air seemed to solidify into lead, and every breath he took was extremely heavy.
There were indeed astonishing secrets hidden in this young man's words. He not only unearthed the hidden pain in Dugu Bo's heart but also mercilessly exposed the secret of Dugu Bo's beloved granddaughter, Duguyan, to the light of day.
Duguyan, this name had always been the softest part of Dugu Bo's heart.
Her talent was unparalleled in the Dugu family. She should have been a lofty phoenix, not a bird bound by a curse.
But when Chen Feng tore apart the protective film around Duguyan, the painful reality hidden beneath was like a sharp blade stabbing at Dugu Bo's heart.
At this moment, Dugu Bo couldn't find any words to refute Chen Feng.
An unnamed fear welled up in his heart. Maybe this young man in front of him really had a way to solve the curse that had been passed down in his family for generations.
As his thoughts churned, Dugu Bo's mood became increasingly complicated.
A flicker of hesitation and struggle flashed in his eyes, and for the first time, he had the idea of re - evaluating Chen Feng.
"Do you sometimes lose control of your poison to the extent that you're afraid to touch others?"
Chen Feng's eyes stared straight at Dugu Bo, as if trying to see through the depths of his soul.
Dugu Bo's heart raced at this question.
Yes, whenever the poison raged in his body, he was like a wild beast forced into a corner, lonely and helpless.
His well - known majesty and coldness were nothing but a shield to cover his vulnerability.
Whenever the poison flared up, Dugu Bo would seclude himself alone in this sunless space.
At those times, even his beloved granddaughter, Dugu Yan, couldn't catch a glimpse of his pained face.
He didn't want anyone to see his uncontrollable and ferocious side, especially her, his pride and hope.
"Is there any secret about your martial spirit?"
Although Dugu Bo tried his best to keep his voice calm, the fluctuations in it were hard to hide.
"There's no secret."
Chen Feng just smiled faintly.
In fact, if Chen Feng were to tell his secret, it would be like a storm that stirs up the winds and clouds, could be left as pinyin for the unique concept in the story) of the Douluo Continent, a miracle that normal people could hardly imagine.
Could normal people believe in time - traveling?
Facing Chen Feng's silence, Dugu Bo finally let out a sigh and said in a tone of helplessness and determination, "Since you won't say, then you'll be locked up."
Immediately, he turned around and left. The heavy iron door slowly closed, and the click of the iron lock echoed in this airtight space, like the death knell that cut off all hope.
In the secret room, Chen Feng was surrounded by a thin candlelight. His figure appeared lonely yet determined in the flickering firelight.
In the secret room, time seemed to have changed. Every second was as heavy as an hourglass clogged with blood, flowing slowly. The falling of each grain of sand was an endless torment.
Chen Feng was imprisoned in this narrow and pitch - dark space. Only a faint ray of light filtered in through a small window high above, casting on his side face, barely outlining his firm and composed features.
In this bottomless darkness, Chen Feng was like a sitting statue. His eyes were deep, as if engaged in a silent confrontation with the boundless darkness.
Hunger and cold were frequent visitors to this secret room. They were like two cold snakes, coiling around his body. Every touch was like the teeth of a wild beast, biting at his flesh, making pain his only companion.
In such an environment, Chen Feng's will was being mercilessly tested.
His thoughts began to blur, and the feelings of cold and hunger were gradually replaced by an overwhelming sense of despair.
This despair pressed on his chest, making it difficult to breathe.
"Damn old poison - maker!"
Chen Feng cursed through gritted teeth. His voice echoed in the secret room but seemed so weak and despairing.
At this moment, Dugu Bo couldn't find any words to refute Chen Feng.
An unnamed fear welled up in his heart. Maybe this young man in front of him really had a way to solve the curse that had been passed down in his family for generations.
As his thoughts churned, Dugu Bo's mood became increasingly complicated.
A flicker of hesitation and struggle flashed in his eyes, and for the first time, he had the idea of re - evaluating Chen Feng.
"Do you sometimes lose control of your poison to the extent that you're afraid to touch others?"
Chen Feng's eyes stared straight at Dugu Bo, as if trying to see through the depths of his soul.
Dugu Bo's heart raced at this question.
Yes, whenever the poison raged in his body, he was like a wild beast forced into a corner, lonely and helpless.
His well - known majesty and coldness were nothing but a shield to cover his vulnerability.
Whenever the poison flared up, Dugu Bo would seclude himself alone in this sunless space.
At those times, even his beloved granddaughter, Dugu Yan, couldn't catch a glimpse of his pained face.
He didn't want anyone to see his uncontrollable and ferocious side, especially her, his pride and hope.
"Is there any secret about your martial spirit?"
Although Dugu Bo tried his best to keep his voice calm, the fluctuations in it were hard to hide.
"There's no secret."
Chen Feng just smiled faintly.
In fact, if Chen Feng were to tell his secret, it would be like a storm that stirs up the winds and clouds, could be left as pinyin for the unique concept in the story) of the Douluo Continent, a miracle that normal people could hardly imagine.
Could normal people believe in time - traveling?
Facing Chen Feng's silence, Dugu Bo finally let out a sigh and said in a tone of helplessness and determination, "Since you won't say, then you'll be locked up."
Immediately, he turned around and left. The heavy iron door slowly closed, and the click of the iron lock echoed in this airtight space, like the death knell that cut off all hope.
In the secret room, Chen Feng was surrounded by a thin candlelight. His figure appeared lonely yet determined in the flickering firelight.
In the secret room, time seemed to have changed. Every second was as heavy as an hourglass clogged with blood, flowing slowly. The falling of each grain of sand was an endless torment.
Chen Feng was imprisoned in this narrow and pitch - dark space. Only a faint ray of light filtered in through a small window high above, casting on his side face, barely outlining his firm and composed features.
In this bottomless darkness, Chen Feng was like a sitting statue. His eyes were deep, as if engaged in a silent confrontation with the boundless darkness.
Hunger and cold were frequent visitors to this secret room. They were like two cold snakes, coiling around his body. Every touch was like the teeth of a wild beast, biting at his flesh, making pain his only companion.
In such an environment, Chen Feng's will was being mercilessly tested.
His thoughts began to blur, and the feelings of cold and hunger were gradually replaced by an overwhelming sense of despair.
This despair pressed on his chest, making it difficult to breathe.
"Damn old poison - maker!"
Chen Feng cursed through gritted teeth. His voice echoed in the secret room but seemed so weak and despairing.