Chapter 10: Going Through Great Effort to Tackle a Man

Thinking about the fact that she had been drugged with an aphrodisiac, Feng Qingcheng couldn't help but feel a sense of helpless laughter.

She truly had a strange fate; she had only just arrived here and hadn't even figured out the surrounding situation before she had to expend all her energy going out to find a man.

However, given her current pathetic state, she wondered if she would actually be able to successfully pounce on a man once she went out.

As she hurriedly pulled on her clothes, Feng Qingcheng felt many images flashing chaotically through her mind.

Some were familiar, while others were ones she had never seen before.

It was quite obvious that the memories within this body were permeating her own mind.

But at this moment, she had no heart to sort through these messy things, because she could feel that the small spark of wicked fire within her body seemed to be trending toward burning even more fiercely.

Fortunately, the potency of the aphrodisiac here was not the "fierce as a tiger" type, allowing her a sliver of a chance to catch her breath.

Taking a deep breath, Feng Qingcheng finally opened the tightly closed door.

A gust of fresh air brushed against her face, causing her mind to clear up a little more.

She shook her head forcefully, trying to regain some clarity, but it seemed that because the strength of the so-called drug was rising, her head felt heavy and drowsy.

The rooms beside her were almost identical, which only made the dizzy Feng Qingcheng feel even more muddled.

Just as she was pondering which way to go, two people dressed as nuns suddenly approached from the corner ahead.

Feng Qingcheng took two quick steps, intending to step forward to greet them and ask which way led out, but to her surprise, the moment they saw her, they actually stopped in their tracks.

Before she could even reach them, the two had already spun around and sped away, disappearing around the corner in the blink of an eye.

Feng Qingcheng couldn't help but feel exasperated. Dammit, even if she were a plague god reincarnated, she was still half a god, wasn't she? Was it really necessary for everyone to dodge her as if they had seen a ghost?

As her irritation grew, her head became even more dizzy and heavy.

She instinctively reached out to steady herself against the wall beside her, wanting to lean against it and rest for a moment.

To her surprise, the moment her hand touched the wall, she suddenly felt her body lurch, and she actually tumbled straight out.

The light before her eyes vanished instantly, and only then did Feng Qingcheng realize she had fallen into a room.

Her footsteps were stumbling and unsteady, as if she were walking on cotton. Just at the moment she thought she was about to make intimate contact with the floor, a hand grabbed the back of her clothes and hoisted her up.

What followed was being tossed onto a hard object, after which a sensation of coldness brushed against the nape of her neck.

Although she didn't see with her own eyes what was behind her, experience told her that it was definitely a cold weapon.

She instinctively raised her hands to show her friendliness, but unexpectedly, as she raised her hands, the sound of copper coins hitting the floor rang out.

"Careful..." a low, slightly anxious male voice drifted in, but what followed was his heavy sigh: "Too late..."

Feng Qingcheng's vision seemed to be starting to blur. She struggled to open her eyes, and through the haze, she could only see a man wearing a ferocious mask sitting before her.