The Villainess Cannot Escape — Five Beast Husbands Chase Her Madly-Chapter 84: Fei Zhao Only Seeks Death

[It’s a communication from the Royal Family Cabinet. It’s probably Her Majesty the Queen looking for you.]

Little Pink glanced at the communicator.

[Fei Zhao doesn’t seem right.]

Su An’an muted the communicator and said gently to Fei Zhao:

"I think you need to rest. Let’s talk!"

Fei Zhao froze, then sneered, "I have nothing to talk to you about."

He stared intently at the screen, typing on the keyboard to record the factions that had ambushed Jiu Su.

Su An’an took a step forward and gently placed her hand on Fei Zhao’s shoulder.

"I know you’re hurting inside. About your mother..."

"Enough!"

Fei Zhao threw off Su An’an’s hand, his red eyes filled with vigilance and resistance.

"Don’t look at me with that pitying expression. I don’t need it."

"Go do what you need to do. Don’t waste your time here."

Little Pink urged:

[Princess, ignore that damn fox. Her Majesty the Queen has sent a video call request. You should hurry and find a place to talk with her.]

Su An’an wanted to say more, but Fei Zhao’s cold gaze stung her.

He turned away, his back ramrod straight, as if he were an island unto himself.

"I’ll be back soon. Wait for me."

Su An’an sighed helplessly and turned to go to another room.

The moment the main door closed,

Fei Zhao’s fingers began to tremble violently, and the familiar taste of rust rose in his throat.

He quickly raised a hand to his mouth but started coughing violently.

COUGH, COUGH, COUGH!

As the first mouthful of blood sprayed into his palm,

his red hair faded to a grayish-white before his very eyes, and his thin lips turned a purplish-blue as if poisoned.

His fox ears drooped limply. He couldn’t stop convulsing and slid from his chair to the floor.

His nails dug deep into his palms, but the pain couldn’t compare to the violent agony churning in his chest, as if millions of insects were devouring his internal organs.

With a trembling hand, he pulled a medicine bottle from his pocket.

The fox tail emblem on the bottle was worn and frayed.

Black pills rolled into his palm, reeking of the metallic tang of Blood Spirit Grass, the Fox Clan’s Secret Medicine.

Another surge of blood rushed up his throat.

Fei Zhao forced himself to swallow the medicine. His grayish-white hair returned to its crimson color, and his purplish-blue lips gradually regained their normal hue.

He looked down at his fingertips, where faint black markings were showing through—a sign of the Secret Medicine’s backlash.

Just then, a private account on his communicator chimed.

The old witch doctor was sending him a video call request.

Fei Zhao put on the Spiritual Power Helmet and tapped the answer button.

In the holographic projection,

the old witch doctor’s wrinkles trembled like dried orange peel, his murky eyes fixed on the trace of blood at the corner of Fei Zhao’s mouth.

"I was just performing a divination for you, and the turtle shell suddenly cracked."

"Did you use the power of the Secret Medicine again?"

Fei Zhao lowered his gaze and said nothing, his eyelashes like butterfly wings casting shadows on his pale cheeks.

The old witch doctor’s twig-like fingers jabbed forcefully at the projection, his voice full of anxiety and heartache.

"All these years, you’ve relied on Blood Spirit Grass to forcibly stimulate your potential. Your genetic chains are already in tatters! If you keep this up, you won’t last much longer!"

"It’s fine. I can still hold on!"

Fei Zhao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said in a low voice:

"I used my heart’s blood to help Su An’an save Night Abyss just now. My internal organs are starting to dissolve. Send me some more Secret Medicine."

"After you killed the High Priest, those old bastards from the Business Alliance sent an Interstellar investigation team."

"If you use the Secret Medicine again, those old bastards will be able to trace your genetic fluctuations and dig up everything you’ve done in the past!"

The old witch doctor’s face twitched with anger, his withered fingers nearly shattering the Light Screen.

"Once they find out you’ve killed so many High Level Male Beasts, forget about keeping your positions as clan leader and head of the Business Alliance—they might even sentence you to death."

"If I dared to take revenge, then I’m not afraid of this."

Fei Zhao chuckled, propping his head up with his hand, his red eyes filled with a mad stubbornness.

"Fei Zhao, the High Priest is dead. You’ve had your revenge. It’s time to start a new life."

The old witch doctor heaved a long sigh and said in a grave voice:

"Your Female Master, Su An’an, has grown up. She’s become more sensible and is treating her Beast Husbands better and better."

"She was able to save Night Abyss, so maybe she can save you too. You should have a proper talk with her."

"If that doesn’t work, ask her master, Jiu Su, to intervene."

"She’ll definitely be able to solve your genetic collapse problem."

"Su An’an has indeed changed for the better, but I don’t want to be her Beast Husband anymore."

A trace of tenderness flashed in Fei Zhao’s red eyes.

He remembered how Su An’an had risked her life to save Night Abyss.

His fingers instinctively tightened on the necklace pendant under his collar.

Inside it was the last fragment of his mother’s bone that hadn’t been burned to ash.

"Don’t be insane!"

The old witch doctor slammed his hand on the table, hissing in a low, hoarse voice:

"You only have one month to live! Stop being so stubborn."

Fei Zhao suddenly started laughing, the flames leaping in his red eyes seeming to tear through the screen.

"I’m just a mongrel who relies on Secret Medicine to unlock his potential. I’m not worthy of the noble Princess."

He looked at the black markings spreading across his wrist. "Even if she cures my genetic collapse, I’ll just revert to my original form."

"I would rather die a strong man than turn back into the useless weakling that everyone trampled on back then!"

The old witch doctor said, his heart aching:

"Your mother sacrificed everything back then so that you could live. How can you give up so easily?"

"I would have preferred my mother to live for herself, but it doesn’t matter. I’ve already avenged her."

Fei Zhao smiled faintly, his voice as light as a feather.

"The High Priest died by my mother’s fangs. The beasts who humiliated her and pushed her into Hell all became fuel for my Fox Fire. As for Su An’an..."

A sweet, coppery taste suddenly filled his throat. He swallowed it down hard and continued in a low voice:

"Night Abyss has evolved into a dragon. Ying Jiuyao and Lan Cangming command the Empire’s strongest fleet."

"There’s also Seville, who possesses a special bloodline. She’s never lacked for Guardians."

The old witch doctor frowned. "You haven’t even asked her. How do you know she doesn’t need you?"

"I’m the one who doesn’t need her!"

Fei Zhao gave a bitter smile. "I’d rather she had stayed as awful as she was. Then I could have kept hating her."

For so many years, the conviction of revenge was the only thing that kept him alive.

Now, his enemies were all dead, and Su An’an had changed for the better.

His heart felt empty, and he had lost his will to live.

"You’re lying."

The old witch doctor pointed at Fei Zhao’s dim red eyes.

"I can tell you’ve already fallen for her."

"I have not!"

Fei Zhao lowered his gaze and said coldly:

"For years, I’ve been secretly establishing a sanctuary for Wasted Females. Now, I can finally bring it into the light."

"You’re provoking the Empire? Are you trying to die faster?"

The Witch Doctor’s roar burst through the screen, but it was met only by Fei Zhao’s calm gaze.

"I’m going to die anyway."

"At least now I can do something useful for them."

"To be able to fight alongside a hero like Jiu Su... I can die without regrets."

Fei Zhao took out the last Secret Medicine pill.

The black pill dissolved into a bitter liquid on his tongue.

He could hear his own heartbeat growing fainter and fainter.

Suddenly, an image of Su An’an’s smiling face flashed before his eyes.

His heartbeat suddenly became clear and intense.

’So this is what it feels like to fall for someone!’

’Too bad it’s all too late!’

All those feelings hidden in the depths of his heart, the unspoken "thank yous" and "goodbyes."

They all dissolved into the bloody foam he swallowed, sinking into the deepest part of his being.