Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 495

Chapter 495: A post apocalyptic world

Su Jing’s teeth gritted in annoyance. She had always considered the shamans frauds, charlatans who thrived on superstition. Yet their importance to the Lord was undeniable, likely due to their mediocre medical skills. The idea that they could predict the future seemed laughable to her.

The crowd around them looked up at the bright sky, devoid of stars, their expressions confused. Lian, with a third eye drawn on her forehead, insisted, "I can see it with our divine eye!"

Su Jing sneered, shaking her head as she reluctantly sheathed her machete. The anger boiled inside her, but the shamans’ words nagged at her enough to hold back her fury.

At that moment, Xiang Yu felt a wave of dizziness wash over him. His knees buckled, and he fell to the ground, breathless. The harsh earth met him with a jarring thud, the world spinning around him.

"Master!" Lian and Mei cried out, rushing forward to help him. They wanted to help him inside.

But Su Jing raised a hand, stopping them in their tracks. "We wouldn’t want our precious shamans to dirty their hands now, would we?" Her voice dripped with sarcasm, clearly revelling in the mockery of the situation.

Instead, she turned to two men stationed nearby. "You! Help him," she commanded, her eyes narrowing with frustration. The men hesitated, unsure whether to obey.

"Now!" she snapped, and they rushed forward to assist Xiang Yu, ready to drag him away while Su Jing stood back, seething with restrained fury.

As they lifted him off the ground, Xiang Yu fought to regain his senses, feeling the weight of their eyes on him—some fearful, some eager to see him suffer. He glanced up, searching for Su Jing, but the world remained a blurring haze, the sounds of the crowd a distant echo.

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Xiang Yu opened his eyes, the rough springs of the bed pressing against his back. It was uncomfortable, but it felt luxurious compared to the straw mat he had grown up on. The madam of the brothel had taken pity on him once, offering him a better bed.

The room was clean and tidy, yet the walls bore cracks, and the curtains hung in torn threads, allowing slivers of morning light to break through. For the harsh reality of the world outside, this was not a bad place to rest.

In the stillness, Xiang Yu called the Divine Emperor. After a brief silence, the old man’s voice filled Xiang Yu’s mind. "I was with Han Xin."

The words sent a chill through Xiang Yu. His heart raced. "Is he okay?" he asked, his concern pouring out before he could contain it. He felt as if his heart was clutched in a tight fist.

The Divine Emperor sighed heavily. "He opened his eyes, but he didn’t speak. It was only for a couple of minutes."

A wave of dread washed over Xiang Yu. He needed to see Han Xin. He needed to see him now. The sharp worry in his chest was almost unbearable. "Where is he now... in this world?" he pressed, urgency colouring his tone.

A soft smile cracked Xiang Yu’s tense features. "You know I am doing it for me, too," he replied, a hint of mischief in his voice. _{freewёbnoνel.com}