"After hanging both parents' corpses for seven days, extract three ounces of liver, mix it with bone powder from the crown of the skull, consume it, and then go to the Government Office. In two days, you can become immortal."
Inside the damp, bone-chilling dungeon, Su Ruolan kept repeating the phrase without pause.
Across the cell, Yuan Daqing swallowed hard, feeling a deep chill toward Su Ruolan, despite his own blood-stained hands.
"A lunatic, an absolute madman."
"Three ounces of liver to become immortal? That's outright nonsense. What kind of deranged maniac is this?"
Yuan Daqing knocked impatiently against the iron bars, and Su Ruolan fell silent. A few relieved sighs echoed through the dungeon.
"In just a few days we'll all lose our heads, and he's still fixated on this idea of becoming immortal…"
