"What about the second possibility?" Su Ruochu asked, staring intently at Ye Xingchen.

“Secondly… she wasn’t meant to die.” Ye Xingchen was silent for a moment before uttering a sentence: “If it’s the second possibility, I’ll accept it.”

“She was not destined to die…” Su Ruochu glanced at Chen Roujin, whose body was almost shriveled into a skeleton, and then slowly nodded: “Indeed, if she is still alive after all this, then it can only be said that she was not destined to die.”

"So there's no need to worry about where her soul is. It doesn't matter where it is," Ye Xingchen said. "If one day she really does make a comeback, then we can only say that it's fate."

"My feud with the Chen family is far from over. If she comes back, then we'll continue."

Su Ruochu nodded slowly, took Ye Xingchen's hand, and left together.

The dark clouds in the sky have slowly dispersed, and now the sky is full of stars, giving the feeling that the gloom has finally dissipated.

And all of this seems to be far from over.

As dawn broke in the east and the night was about to end, a large, stout monk slowly passed by.

This monk had a fat head and big ears, and his face was shiny with oil. His appearance carried a mixture of righteousness and evil.

He walked slowly, and behind him, he was carrying a coffin on his back.

The coffin was not a conventional coffin; it was one-third smaller than a normal coffin, but it was made of metal and had a faint red glow on it.

The coffin seemed to be very heavy; with each step the monk took, a deep footprint was left on the ground.

He suddenly stopped when he passed Sanliting.

Although the surrounding yin energy and evil aura had dissipated, the lingering yin energy in the air had not completely dissipated.

He twitched his nose, greedily inhaling the scents in the air.

Then he suddenly opened his eyes, and a faint green light appeared deep within them.

Suddenly, he gathered his strength, took a big step forward, and then leaped up. In a few bounds, he reached the woods ahead.

Here, he saw Chen Roujin, who had almost turned into a skeleton.

The monk placed the coffin on the ground and then walked forward to look at Chen Roujin.

"Such strong resentment, such a pure demonic body? Hmm, the body of the Six-Infant Ghost Mother? Breaking through the Seven Evils and Eight Demons, there is probably no other body like this in the whole world."

The monk circled around Chen Roujin, seemingly quite interested in her corpse.

After looking at it for a while, he shook his head with some regret: "It's a pity that its form and spirit have been destroyed. Otherwise, if it had been brought back to Qianshui Temple, it would definitely have become a great weapon within ten years."

Just as the monk was about to abandon Chen Roujin and leave, a copper bell beneath her body rang out with a crisp "ding".

The monk suddenly turned around and saw a copper bell slowly rising from beneath her clothes.

This bronze bell is made of bronze and has some mottled patina on it, making it look like an old object.

"Huh, the Soul-Locking Bell? This thing can lock a person's soul, and can forcibly retain a trace of the soul's consciousness when the master suffers a fatal blow?" The monk grabbed the Soul-Locking Bell and held it in his palm.

As the Soul-Locking Bell shook violently, he raised his left hand and formed a hand seal towards it.

With a whoosh, a blood-red swastika appeared in mid-air, enveloping the Soul-Locking Bell.

As the swastika mantra slowly rotated, a wisp of green light floated in mid-air; this was Chen Roujin's wisp of soul consciousness.

"Not bad, not bad, as expected, a trace of soul consciousness is still preserved inside." The monk suddenly became interested and asked with a chuckle, "Tell me, do you want to die?"

The green light danced slowly in mid-air. She couldn't speak, so she could only desperately express her anger and resentment through her movements.

She didn't want to die. She didn't want to die like this, without knowing why. She wanted to make a comeback and take revenge on that person.

Everyone around her who had ever lied to her or taken advantage of her should die.

"Heh, you're certainly full of resentment, little thing. I can't see a trace of love in your mind," the monk murmured. "Perhaps you were born to abandon love."

"The so-called abandonment of emotions means abandoning family and love. The only thing that exists deep in one's heart is resentment. I need someone like you to cultivate the Bodhi Blood Demon."

"I ask you, if I were to give you a chance to start over, but you would have to pay a huge price, would you be willing?"

The green light spun rapidly, trying its best to express its will.

Although no sound could be heard, the monk understood her meaning from her anxious demeanor.

She was willing. She wanted to start over, no matter the cost. She wanted to kill everyone around her and gain supreme power so that she would never be bullied by anyone again.

"Haha, good, good." The monk laughed heartily: "It was not in vain that I traveled thousands of miles from Qianshui Temple in the desolate northwest, and I have indeed found a good body."

"Since that's the case, then you will come back to Hanshui Temple with me from now on. I promise to give you life and let you control supreme power, but from now on, you will be my puppet, and you can only listen to me, understand?"

The green dots of light nodded frantically, as if afraid of missing this hard-won opportunity.

"Alright, come with me. Remember me, my name is Changkong." The monk turned around and flicked the air lightly at the coffin.

With a snap, the bronze coffin suddenly sprang open, revealing a room filled with thick, sticky blood.

Amidst the blood, countless pained faces floated on the surface.

This coffin is like a hell, locking countless undead inside. No matter how these undead struggle and howl inside, they can never break through the restrictions inside.

"This coffin was prepared especially for you. It contains countless spirits of the dead," the monk said slowly. "Lie in there and nourish yourself properly. After I take you back to the temple, I will find a way to reshape your body."

"That will be the time of your rebirth."

The green light nodded frantically, then with a whoosh, it suddenly transformed into a green beam and burrowed into Chen Roujin's corpse.

The monk picked up her body and placed her in the blood-red coffin.

The moment she was placed inside, the blood inside the coffin began to boil.

The countless faces representing the dead scattered in terror at that moment, as if something horrible had been let in.

The green light representing Chen Roujin's consciousness was like a tabby cat with explosive combat power being put into a rice jar full of mice.

A series of shrill screams and wails echoed as the number of undead in the blood coffin steadily decreased, and the blood in the coffin began to rise at a visible rate.