Chapter 2 002 She has a substitute who looks so much like him...

One hundred years ago, the Abyss cracked, and the evil creatures within wreaked havoc on the world, causing great suffering to all living things.

Several righteous sects, led by the Tianque Sect, joined forces to seal the evil creature from Jiyuan in the ancient battlefield of Hunxu, but they were attacked back at the last moment. Jing Huai shattered his soul with his own strength and sent everyone away.

Only he himself died together with the evil creatures in the ancient battlefield of Soul Ruins, turned into stone, and all things returned to silence.

Zhuang Rong'er was in a daze, lingering over his stone statue in the ancient battlefield of Hunxu, but she also discovered that there was still a trace of Jing Huai's soul left.

If she didn't know that Jing Huai was almost dead and the only remaining trace of his soul was hidden in her pavilion, Zhuang Rong'er would almost think that the person in the cage in front of her was Jing Huai's reincarnation.

Unfortunately, no matter how similar they are, it is not him after all.

The biggest difference between this person and Jing Huai is in his eyes. His eyes are extremely beautiful and sharp. Even if they are unfocused, a casual glance can make people's hearts tremble. It is even more difficult to imagine how mind-destroying it would be to look into such a pair of eyes.

Jing Huai was born with an eye disease and never opened his eyes to look at anyone. Whenever he appeared in public, he would wear a gauze covering half of his face.

Now a hundred years have passed, and the strangers who have never had close contact with Jing Huai have forgotten what he looks like and do not realize that the man in the cage looks almost identical to him. But someone like Zhuang Rong'er, who would like to sleep hugging the stone statue of Jing Huai, how could she not realize that the two men's outlines are absolutely similar.

But are there really two people in this world who are so similar?

Zhuang Rong'er stared blankly at the caged figure on the stage, and it took her a while to come back to her senses as if she had been pricked by a needle.

Without hesitation, she reached into her Qiankun bag, took out a piece of pitch-black bamboo tube, and placed it on the cattail leaves.

There is a poisonous insect inside, called the life-threatening poison.

It is extremely vicious and evil, and can eat away at the internal organs of a cultivator regardless of their cultivation level.

This was her most reliable exchange item, originally intended for the Spirit Building Branch, but she would never regret spending it on the caged person.

There is a legendary evil magic in Cuihuan Valley that can bring the dead back to life with a wisp of residual soul.

For many years, ever since she accidentally discovered the remaining soul of Jing Huai in the ancient battlefield of Soul Ruins, she has been committed to resurrecting people.

But the evil magic is not so easy to implement, and the treasures required are extremely difficult to obtain. For decades, she exhausted all her energy and only collected three things - the Unchanging Bone, the Rebirth Cone, and the Reincarnation Fish Eye.

This time he returned to the Ghost Market to obtain the Spirit-Building Branch in order to build a body for Jing Huai to cultivate.

After seeing the fatal trance brought by the caged man pass, she did have the idea of ​​directly resurrecting Jing Huai in this body.

However, asking a spirit to possess a person and perform evil magic is actually a very troublesome matter. It requires a perfect match between the body and the soul, and the person involved must be willing.

All in all, it may not be less labor-intensive than for her to make an extra body for Jing Huai.

But she couldn't allow a person with such appearance to wander around and become a slave or plaything of others.

She couldn't accept it.

As soon as the bamboo tube was put down, the cattail leaves immediately carried it out of her room, passed through the lobby and went straight to the top of the pavilion.

Zhuang Rong'er knew that the person in the cage belonged to her.

The dealer chose to exchange with her without hesitation.

"Valley Master Zhuang will indeed take action." Someone looked at the black bamboo tube on the moving cattail leaves and said meaningfully.

"Oh? But that Zhuang Rong'er who sneaked into the sect competition a hundred years ago and nearly lost her life in order to catch a glimpse of Yu Huansheng's beauty? It turns out she is still a crazy woman who is greedy for beauty." A bald man snorted coldly.

"Haha, times are different now, you better be careful with your words."

"What do you mean? I haven't even had time to put my magic weapon up yet, how can you say the selection is already complete?! Is there no chance to increase the bet?"

"Pfft—you think you can influence the outcome by putting it there?"

"What a shame... I even took out my life-saving magic weapon, but the dealer didn't even look at it. Well, well, now I'm heartbroken."

The bald man continued, "You women have such a narrow vision! You're willing to ignore the treasures behind a skin. You must have never tasted the taste of a truly strong man. You treat that useless embroidered pillow as a treasure! Look at his empty expression..."

A group of people were chattering, some were very secretive, some were frivolous and offensive, and Zhuang Rong'er no longer had the calm mood she had before.

She opened a piece of bamboo tube and threw it on the ground with a look of worry on her face.

The poisonous insects as tiny as dust particles obeyed their master's wishes and flew out from the window cracks.

The bald tourist who was previously gossiping about her opened his mouth, but before he could finish his words, he suddenly grabbed his own neck. His cheeks flushed red, then turned purple, and he slid off the chair and knelt on the ground.

When the people around saw this scene, they fell silent in understanding and no one tried to meddle in the matter.

I don't know how this person dares to speak so arrogantly despite his not-so-high cultivation level.

The crying Buddha attendant appeared mysteriously and walked to the side of the man, "helped him up" and sent him to the door without paying any more attention to him.

The animal-headed musicians waved their hands and played the second song.

A group of strong men with painted faces lifted the cage and disappeared in a blink of an eye. Instead, a waiter wearing a laughing Buddha mask stood on the stage, holding a gorgeous golden hairpin in his hand.

Someone exclaimed, "... Flowing red gold, engraved with bloodworm patterns, could this be the Blood-Crying Quicksand Hairpin?"

"Could you please elaborate on this?"

"The Blood-Crying Quicksand Hairpin fell to the ground and formed a city. Using illusionary magic, it formed a small world, trapping everyone within a one-mile radius within the city of Quicksand. It's said that Quicksand City is difficult to escape easily. The city is vast, and the streets and alleys are identical, like a maze! To escape the small world, one must use spiritual power to destroy the eye of the sand. Just finding that eye takes considerable effort."

"This item is used to escape and save one's life. It is absolutely a supreme magic weapon. Although it is not very offensive, it can definitely delay time. Even if used in front of a supreme being, it is enough to trap them for two or three seconds..."

"I've heard that there will be something belonging to Madam Xueqi at the Treasure Changing Contest. It turns out to be this hairpin."

"Is You Xueqi really dead?"

"The magic weapon has left her body. It seems that the beauty has indeed passed away long ago..."

"The banker is truly capable. It's said there will be a God-Devouring Pearl and a Spirit-Building Branch later on, but I wonder if that's true or not."

Zhuang Rong'er had no interest in looking anymore. She just stared at the door in front of her, wondering when it would open.

The empty cattail leaves returned to her window to wait for the second round of singing.

Her heart was beating fast, almost uncomfortably.

When the door was knocked, she immediately said, "Come in—"

The burly men with painted faces carefully placed the golden cage in her elegant pavilion, bowed their heads, and walked out backwards.

As soon as the door closed, Zhuang Rong'er covered her heart and took out a heart-clearing pill from her Qiankun bag and swallowed it.

She stood up the moment the golden cage entered the door, and she was still standing there staring at the person in the golden cage.

The man fainted again, his head leaning weakly against the cage, his hair hanging down, and a section of his white neck was vaguely exposed. There was a red mark left by the rope on it, which was quite glaring.

Zhuang Rong'er walked forward slowly, held onto the cage, and sat aside somewhat stiffly.

There was a lot of noise, but she seemed to hear nothing.

She scanned the man's eyes and eyebrows wantonly, depicting his figure with her gaze.

Although disheveled and damaged, it is hundreds of times more vivid, delicate and warmer than a stone statue.

Of course she knew that these were two people, but that didn't stop her from being a little dazed.

She couldn't help but reach out to touch the man's face and smooth out his messy hair, but unexpectedly the man suddenly opened his eyes.

Zhuang Rong'er did not withdraw her hand.

She stroked his tightly pursed lips despite his cold and distracted gaze, even though her hands were shaking violently.

The man stared at her with his barely focused eyes, opened his mouth slightly, and let out a warm breath.

Zhuang Rong'er felt her entire arm was numb from being burned, but she still did not withdraw her hand. Instead, she stretched out her fingers forward.

The dry and cracked touch under her fingertips, in stark contrast to the wetness felt by her fingertips probing her lips, caused her to pause slightly, and her body temperature rose as if it were on fire.

Her dark and despicable heart suddenly became restless, and she understood what she could do by buying the slaves.

—Be her partner.

It is her obsession to bring Jing Huai back to life, and she will still do it.

But the resurrected Jing Huai does not belong to her.

They hadn't even exchanged a few words.

Zhuang Ronger's one-sided admiration grew rapidly.

But now it’s different, she can actually express this love.

She had a substitute who looked so much like him that she could play with him as she pleased.

She took a deep breath and couldn't help but say, "You, your name is Ah Huai."

The man named Ah Huai looked quietly in her direction, his eyes confused, his brows slightly furrowed, and he pressed the tip of his tongue against Zhuang Rong'er's finger, perhaps trying to expel the foreign object.

But he had lost all his strength, and his little resistance was more like a licking kiss.

A faint blush appeared on Zhuang Rong'er's face. She quickly pulled out her fingertips and clasped her hands behind her back.

A small snake came out of her Qiankun bag, climbed onto the table, coiled its tail around the teacup, and handed the cup to Zhuang Rong'er steadily and quickly.

This was the teacup she had used before, with water marks still on the rim.

The lock of the golden cage was loosely fastened to the door. Zhuang Rong'er took a look, opened the cage, and instead of bringing Ah Huai out, she went in holding the teacup.

The cage that could only accommodate one person suddenly became crowded.

Zhuang Rong'er carefully lifted Ah Huai up and held him in her arms, letting his head rest on her shoulder. She brought the teacup to his lips and fed him water.

She was as focused as if she was taking care of her favorite childhood doll.

Ah Huai had no spiritual veins and was just an ordinary man who was seriously injured. Hunger and thirst drove him to instinctively drink the liquid from Zhuang Rong'er's hand.

Drops of water fell down his chin, wetting the ruffled collar of his shirt.

Zhuang Rong'er looked straight ahead, took a pill in her hand and put it into Ah Huai's mouth, gently pinched his chin, and helped him drink it with tea.

Jing Huai would never be so embarrassed.

Even though he died in the ancient battlefield, kneeling on one knee with one hand supporting the sword, he was still full of frivolity and unrestrainedness, without any sign of embarrassment.

Thinking of this, she took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the blood stains on Ah Huai's face.

She had forgotten that she could clearly perform a few cleansing techniques to resolve the plight of the person in her arms.

After Ah Huai swallowed the pill, his consciousness became increasingly blurred.

"...I, know, you?" He asked with difficulty in his voice, trying his best to turn his head to look at Zhuang Rong'er, but they were too close, and he moved his forehead slightly and touched her neck.

Ah Huai stopped moving.

He probably lost his memory.

When he first regained consciousness, he fell in an unknown jungle. He got up and walked for a long time until he met some people.

These people marveled at his appearance, and then used magic to trap him, imprison him, transport him, and transfer him.

Treat it like an object.

He didn't like those people's greedy looks, contemptuous words, and rough and malicious treatment.

He wanted to thrust his sword through the eyes of those who were staring at him, sever their tendons, and break their bones.

But, what a joke! The slaves who were imprisoned with him kindly dissuaded him, saying that he was an ordinary person without spiritual veins and could not withstand the attack of a monk.

It would be better to stay put, suffer less, and sell his skin for a good price. Although he cannot make a furnace, there are many female cultivators willing to spend money on him.

He remained silent and, on the night of his captivity, strangled the monk who was guarding him while wearing the chains that bound him.

Although he was discovered immediately afterwards, beaten to death, and was fed cartilage powder to keep him alive.

But he doesn't regret it.

Every moment he can move, he is still planning to kill.

Later it succeeded again.

He used a trick to lure the monk who was carrying him to fall and die on a pile of rocks.

When those people found out, they were both angry and frightened. They wanted to kill him outright, but they finally restrained themselves and did not do anything. However, no one was willing to take responsibility for taking care of him.

A rope was tied around his neck and he was dragged along the ground all night.

As he passed by the ghost market, he was bought by a masked man. Because the original seller was eager to sell him, he only sold him for a very small price.

He had no concept of money, but he also felt that the amount was definitely not enough for him.

He just felt it was ridiculous.

"...He has a truly terrifying appearance. If someone saw him, I'm afraid the world would be in chaos." The masked man who bought him said with a smile, "Ah, look at all these injuries! How could the captors be so wasteful of such a gift?"

After that, he was sent to a golden cage. Because his injuries were so severe that they could not heal, he was not allowed to drink a drop of water and was rarely conscious.