Bewitched by a fool? Ha, how could that be?

In the original story, Shang Yanting turned to leave, but Jia Xitong suddenly pounced on him.

"Let go! What are you doing?!" Shang Yanting shouted angrily. No one had ever been so rude to him before.

"If I tell you to go to sleep and you won't, then I have to teach you a lesson."

Jia Xitong rode on his back, her hands tightly wrapped around his neck, as if she were about to suffocate. "Sleep, you know. Not sleeping is bad for your health. Look at you, staying up late every day, your temper is getting worse and worse. I won't hurt you, I'll only feel sorry for you, Gege."

What utter nonsense is this?

For a fleeting moment, Shang Yanting felt a pang of pity for himself in this world, in addition to hatred.

She clung to him so tightly, like a stubborn plaster that wouldn't come off.

In the original story, Shang Yanting's forehead veins bulged, and he felt an urge to kill her immediately. But that wasn't enough; he wanted to keep her alive to torment this world—that Shang Yanting.

Shang Yanting stood there, taking several deep breaths, trying his best to suppress his anger. "Fine, sleep. Let me go first!"

Hehehehe.

He heard Jia Xitong's triumphant voice in his ear.

It's jarring and infuriating.

The next second, he felt a lightness on his back, and Jia Xitong had already pulled him back to the bedside by his sleeve.

In the original story, Shang Yanting lay stiffly on the bed wrapped in his clothes, unaware that his behavior was somewhat like Jia Xitong forcing a woman into prostitution.

Jia Xitong didn't notice either.

She thoughtfully covered Shang Yanting with a blanket, then slipped in herself, saying, "Goodnight, Director."

Director Shang completely ignored her feelings. He turned away expressionlessly, leaving behind his cold back of his head.

Oh, how indifferent.

Jia Xitong rolled the blanket off him and covered herself with it.

The next morning

In the original story, Shang Yanting didn't sleep a wink all night. He watched Jia Xitong toss and turn in bed like she was in a battle, and was even kicked a few times while lying on the bed. It wasn't until the morning that Jia Xitong finally got out of bed and tiptoed out of the room.

They've finally left.

For some reason, Shang Yanting in the original novel felt a sense of relief.

With his mark still there, Jia Xitong couldn't go far. He knew she couldn't run far, and in fact, he hoped she'd stay far away from these areas. Stop hovering around him; it's really annoying.

However, Jia Xitong left in the morning and returned at noon.

"director--!"

The sound grew louder as it approached, and even with the doors and windows closed, it could be heard. Shang Yanting, the author of the original work, felt a headache coming on.

Compared to Shang Yanting's headache in the original story, Jia Xitong, who had been brainwashed and had no sense of crisis or anxiety, came in as cheerful as a little bird, chirping, "Director, Director, it's already noon, what are we having for lunch?"

"I haven't been sleeping well lately, which may be due to a lack of nutrition. I need to eat more fruits and vegetables."

"Hot pot is fine too, my mouth has been feeling really tasteless lately."

"Why are you still standing here? Where's our food?"

Jia Xitong stood in front of the empty table, gazing longingly at the original author, Shang Yanting.

Shang Yanting closed his eyes, initially intending to ignore her. However, she had been staring at him for far too long. "You've long surpassed the Grandmaster realm, what need do you have for food?"

I've already started fasting!

"Without fasting, have you forgotten that I am now just an ordinary, average person?"

Jia Xitong shook a lock ring on her chest. Although her memories were becoming confused and blurry, she still remembered, "A group of bad guys in red sealed me away."

A few days ago, she was trembling with fear and relying on her own efforts.

But today, she wants to order food.

Where can we find food for her?

In the original story, Shang Yanting was a ruthless man. He killed everyone around him, all the livestock, and even all the plants. When Jia Xitong said she was hungry...

The first three meals were brought back to her by Shang Yanting, who traveled thousands of miles a day to find restaurants.

He got tired within three meals.

In the original story, Shang Yanting looked at the unsightly lock on Jia Xitong's chest, stretched out his fingers, and instantly unlocked it.

"Alright, you don't need to eat anymore."

He rubbed his temples in frustration, feeling annoyed just looking at Jia Xitong.

"Wow, the director is amazing!"

Jia Xitong excitedly spun around twice with the unlocked Spirit-Slaying Lock in her arms, then looked at Shang Yanting from the original story and asked, "Director, where did you buy the food you've been bringing me these past few days?"

"What are you doing?"

Upon hearing this, Shang Yanting in the original novel sensed that Jia Xitong was about to cause trouble again, "You can't leave here..."

"That cook's dishes are too salty!"

Speaking of this, Jia Xitong gets angry. "Does their salt come free? They put in so much every time, and I have to process it for them again. Ugh, I'm so angry. I want to go and yell at them to their faces. If you can't be a good cook, you should just go home and farm."

Original author Shang Yanting: ...

He thought it was because the food was so delicious that she wanted to try it as soon as her cultivation was restored.

However, regardless of whether it tastes good or not, it's not allowed.

"You can't go out."

In the original story, Shang Yanting coldly stated, "If you leave the Demon Palace's territory, you will explode and die."

He's telling the truth.

Even though he had altered Jia Xitong's memories, he never truly trusted her. In his words, only the dead were trustworthy.

"I see."

Jia Xitong had an expression that said, "I finally understand. I was wondering why we had to stay in this godforsaken place. It turns out it's because I'm trapped."

"Director, you're so kind of you, enduring hardship here for my sake."

Seeing Jia Xitong's moved expression, Shang Yanting, the author of the original novel, felt a lump in his throat. It felt like punching cotton; he turned and left in a huff.

Back in the palace, Shang Yanting reflected on his actions, feeling that his plan to disrupt Jia Xitong's memories and take revenge on the two of them had somewhat failed.

Looking back over the past few days, has he made Jia Xitong feel uncomfortable?

No.

When she had all her memories, she lived a precarious life, fearing her identity and actions. But now, she's moved into the Demon Palace with complete confidence, not only arrogant and domineering but also incredibly shameless. Not only does she eat and sleep well, but she's even gone so far as to remove the magical artifacts that had been suppressing her cultivation.

Where does it hurt?

He's completely torturing himself!

The original author, Shang Yanting, sat in his room for an entire day, pondering whether he had made a mistake.

evening.

The gates of the Demon Palace were kicked open with a bang. "Director!"

The way Jia Xitong stood with her hands on her hips calling for help made Shang Yanting, the author of the original novel, even more determined in his decision. Rather than letting her live a carefree life these past few days, it would be better for her to live in deep fear.

Thinking of this, he formed his five fingers into claws, channeled his magic, and was about to seize her mind.

But just then, another finger slipped between his fingers and forcefully pulled him out the door. "Director, I have something good to give you!"