"What are you blabbering about?"
Just as Han Feng was about to withdraw his hand, upon hearing this, the longsword in his hand lunged forward again.
However, Duan Nian seemed unbothered. "Did I say something wrong? She's been cursed. In ten days, she will die."
"You say Huan Er has been cursed?"
At this moment, Xiao Nanye immediately dismounted from the carriage.
He approached Duan Nian.
Looking at the man who had personally severed his own hands, Duan Nian's eyes were filled with hatred, but also a touch of fear.
Upon hearing Xiao Nanye's question, Duan Nian continued, "If I'm not wrong, she's been having nightmares every night these days."
"In a few more days, her vitality will be completely drained, and she will die in her sleep."
"Is there a cure?"
"Why should I tell…"
Before Duan Nian could finish, Xiao Nanye grabbed him by the throat.