Shen Ruodi looked at her gently: "I know that there is no true resurrection in this world. Once you are dead, you are dead."

Even someone as powerful as him, who crawled out of hell again and again because of his obsession, was still a ghost, not a living person.

No breathing, no heartbeat, unaware of cold or heat.

He had been trying to possess and change bodies repeatedly, but Ah Yin didn't like it, and he didn't want to face Ah Yin with those mortal bodies.

This is good enough. His ghostly power is strong, which allows him to spend more time with Ah Yin.

He paused for a moment and then said, "But I have done too many wrong things in the past, and my clansmen have many obsessions. There are some things that I still need to deal with."

Mingzhuo thought for a moment, then said, "Okay, I'll trust you for now."

Although Shen Ruodi's demeanor gives off a sinister vibe, the sincerity in his eyes at this moment is not feigned.

She looked down, lost in thought, but when she looked up, she found that Shen Ruodi was already standing beside her.

A smile played in his eerie eyes as the Ghost King's cold fingertips twirled a leaf from her hair, his tone intimate and seductive, "Why are you still so careless?"

He smiled and said, "You used to love playing in the mountains and forests, and your hair was always covered with leaves and fallen flowers. The maids were always in a hurry to tidy your clothes, afraid that they would be seen and it would damage the image of the goddess."

Mingzhuo turned her gaze: "You really want me to remember the past?"

Shen Ruodi paused, unsure how to respond.

I hope she remembers everything and won't be so cold and heartless; yet I also hope she never remembers, so that we can both still have a way out.

Suddenly, a sword light flashed from behind, and Shen Ruodi quickly pulled away with Ming Zhuo around the waist.

Li Wenhe's eyes were like blades, as if he wanted to tear Shen Ruodi to pieces. "Take your filthy hands off me!"

Shen Ruodi snorted coldly. The Ghost King's eyes were icy and evil. What right did a mere mortal have to disturb his intimate moment with A Yin?

He could certainly see Li Wenhe's complicated thoughts. Ah Yin, whether in her past life or this one, had always been loved by many people.

But all those people only deserve to grovel at the feet of the goddess; the only one truly worthy of Ah Yin is herself.

He had tolerated Li Wenhe's ulterior motives for a long time. "Who do you think you are?"

The moment Chen Ruodi felt a murderous urge, Ming Zhuo quickly grabbed his hand. "What do you want to do?"

I was just thinking about something, how did he suddenly decide to kill someone?

Or is it that old habits die hard, and a wicked person is still a wicked person?

Mingzhuo's mind raced, and before he could decide whether he should break off relations, his hand was unexpectedly grabbed from behind.

The cool touch lingered on the back of my hand, a sensation I longed to return to.

During a brief pause, Shen Ruodi couldn't resist giving Li Wenhe a provocative glance, his eyes cold and wicked.

Yet it also carries a strong sense of possessiveness.

Li Wenhe's eyes were bloodshot.

Mingzhuo was so shocked that he forgot to pull his hand away for a moment.

That shameless bastard, he's actually taking advantage of me!

After a few seconds of stunned silence, Mingzhuo flew into a rage and raised his hand to strike. In his fury, he even forgot to use his sword.

Shen Ruodi dodged the palm strike and then reached out to grab Li Wenhe, who was rushing up.

Ming Zhuo quickly retreated to save Li Wenhe, while Shen Ruodi smiled and drifted away, "Ayin, I'm so happy to have gotten to know her..."

The next second, the confident expression on his face froze, and he looked up at the person to his side.

Gu Xu had stood up at some point, blood dripping from his drooping hands onto the ground. The bronze mirror was covered in blood, indicating that the restriction had been lifted.

The radiant bronze mirror was able to temporarily subdue the Ghost King, preventing him from escaping.

Gu Xu looked coldly at Shen Ruodi, his face pale but his eyes deep and dark.

The two quickly exchanged a glance. Shen Ruodi was startled; he saw an undisguised and intense killing intent in the eyes of this mortal.

Not only did he want to kill the other person, but the other person also wanted to kill him.

Sensing the approaching danger, Shen Ruodi dared not be careless and quickly composed himself to block the attack. Although he avoided vital points, he was still injured in the soul by the sword.

"You dare to take advantage of me? I think you're tired of living. I might as well send you to hell!" Ming Zhuo said coldly.

Shen Ruodi coughed, his ghostly aura surging; the price for this intimate encounter was a bit too high.

But this was the person he had longed for for over a thousand years. During his lifetime, he adhered strictly to the rules and the duties of the high priest, never daring to overstep the bounds.

The years in the mountains are long, and the temple is cold and lonely. No matter how deep the love is, it can only be hidden in the heart.

Now that he's dead and has become the King of Ghosts, why can't he be a little more unrestrained?

He couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Anyway, I'm still very happy. Goodbye, Ah Yin."

His gaze lingered on Mingzhuo's face for a moment before he quickly disappeared into the darkness.

Li Wenhe stumbled over and grabbed Mingzhuo's hand, stubbornly wiping it vigorously.

Mingzhuo didn't seem to care much. "His ghostly aura and yin energy can't affect me. Okay, stop wiping."

She was somewhat agitated and left Li Wenhe behind, rushing towards Gu Xu. "A Xu, are you alright? Why did you bleed so much again!"

Gu Xu looked up at her, his eyes so intense they seemed to hold a deep, unyielding gaze. He closed his eyes briefly. "Zhuozhuo, stay away from me."

Mingzhuo hurriedly treated the wound on his wrist, "What nonsense are you talking about? How could I possibly stay away from you?"

Hearing an "I'm sorry" from her ear, she felt a tightness in her waist.

Gu Xu's breath brushed against her forehead. He paused for a moment, his voice filled with restrained emotion, "Aren't you going to hit me?"

Mingzhuo suddenly felt nervous. "Huh?"

Gu Xu finally couldn't help himself. Her tolerance and indulgence always made him think that he could do whatever he wanted.

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