Immortal Intl

But over time, they developed appetites that helped them take physical form—not for food, but for emotions. As the sun dropped lower, some of the ministers began to shuffle restlessly, except for Minister Hu, who sat comfortably in the chair Chengyin had given him. The soldier’s eyes bulged, strangled sounds slipping from his mouth—as the Wuxin plucked his heart out as effortlessly as a ripe plum from its stem. The barge glided onward, finally halting by a slender stretch of earth at the foot of a mountain ringed by cliffs.