evidence

Of course there's no evidence. How could we possibly leave behind any evidence? Wouldn't that just give someone leverage to blackmail us later?

Given Luo Xiao's character, he would never do something so foolish. Moreover, even from Luo Xiao's perspective, having connections with extraterrestrial demons would have unimaginable consequences.

Zhang Heng's expression changed slightly, but he dared not refute it at this moment. After all, for Luo Xiao, killing him was easier than crushing an ant.

However, he wasn't without any trump cards. If he hadn't left himself a way out after surviving in the Sword God Temple for so many years, then he would have lived in vain.

"you……"

Clearly, Luo Xiao had also come to a realization: if Zhang Heng died, wouldn't that mean he could take all the blame?

At this moment, a dangerous glint suddenly flashed in his eyes.

Zhang Heng sensed something was wrong and quickly retreated several steps. Luo Xiao sneered and suddenly stretched out his palm. The pressure from the Quasi-Emperor level was something that Zhang Heng, a Saint King, could not withstand.

As expected, Luo Xiao subdued Zhang Heng. Seemingly having achieved his goal, a smile finally appeared on his face as he said softly, "You've done so many shady things for me over the years, so I should treat you exceptionally well, but..."

He paused for a moment, then shook his head and continued, "The situation is forcing me. It's a pity that I have to be an ungrateful scoundrel. Oh well, it's better to end your suffering sooner so you can enjoy your life in the afterlife sooner."

As he spoke, Luo Xiao smiled, and a complex meaning suddenly appeared in his gaze as he looked at Zhang Heng.

Under Luo Xiao's control, Zhang Heng was unable to move, and his spiritual energy sluggished in an instant. His body felt as if it were under immense pressure, and even the simplest act of breathing became a torment.

His expression changed drastically, but before he could react, he felt an immense force assail him like a tidal wave, and in an instant, he fainted.

Luo Xiao stared at Zhang Heng lying on the ground and let out a sinister laugh.

Suddenly, a demonic aura emanated from his eyes.

...

Zhou Mu had a bizarre and fantastical dream.

The dream is long.

In my dream, there was a simple thatched hut, with sparse straw covering the eaves, tied together with specially made thin ropes for stability.

However, as soon as a breeze blew by, the roof shook violently, as if it would collapse at any moment. Clearly, the effect was not very good.

Bathed in the gentle moonlight, Zhou Mu appeared as if he had lightly descended to earth, his skin covered with a soft moonlight, creating a hazy, indescribable beauty.

Night falls.

The moon and stars are sparse.

Zhou Mu looked up at the sky, the cool moonlight covering him like a thin veil, making his body appear momentarily majestic.

now.

Outside the window frame.

A person was standing there quietly.

Seemingly reluctant to disturb the people inside, she remained silent for a long time without speaking. However, the occasional rustling sounds made her beautiful brows furrow.

Zhou Mu looked over, his eyes narrowing.

That person was Ye Mujiu.

He had longed for Ye Mujiu for a long time but had never seen her.

He wanted to go forward and see what Xiao Jiu was doing, standing in front of that unfamiliar thatched hut, waiting for someone.

However, before he could make any move, Xiao Jiu looked through the window and stared at the figure that was faintly visible, and said, "Brother Mu, the day after tomorrow is my engagement day. The matchmaker is at my house now. As long as you say the word, I will immediately refuse them."

Her voice was as clear and pleasant as a nightingale in a deep valley.

The people inside did not react.

Zhou Mu, however, was stunned.

He frowned and pondered for a long time, but couldn't recall anything at all.

How come he doesn't remember this part of the story between him and Xiao Jiu?

Could it be a case of mistaken identity?

Just as he was wondering, Xiao Jiu continued, "Brother Mu, I know you haven't been asleep. After all these years, I don't believe you haven't had any feelings for me at all..."

The little girl was almost crying as she spoke; her nose was already red, and her eyes were gradually becoming moist.

You must know that Xiao Jiu was already extremely beautiful, and now, under that hazy moonlight, probably almost no one in the world could resist this temptation.

Zhou Mu's throat moved involuntarily.

But the figure inside the room seemed to remain motionless, and the light in the little girl's eyes gradually dimmed.

"Okay... Brother Mu, I hope you won't regret it later."

The little girl glared at him, then ran off into the distance, her voice clearly tinged with a sob.

Inside the room, the man who looked exactly like Zhou Mu slowly opened his eyes, his gaze lifeless. A tear slid down his slightly rough face, and he murmured unconsciously, "Red beans grow in the south, how many branches will sprout in spring..."

whoosh whoosh

Just as Zhou Mu was about to investigate, suddenly, countless gusts of wind swept in, and after a dizzying spin, the world in front of him changed again.

At this moment, Zhou Mu finally remembered what he had experienced on Qingyun Peak. But wasn't he already dead? How come he was still standing here perfectly fine? Could it be that the system was giving him a second chance to be reincarnated?

Just as he was pondering these questions, a series of light screens flashed before his eyes.

That mountain village, with about a hundred households, lived a relatively leisurely life because it was far from the hustle and bustle. Sparse smoke rose from the chimneys, and the dazzling scenery covering the mountains and fields was refreshing to the eye. The sounds of insects and birds chirping were endless, and the aroma of food wafted from afar, making it seem like a paradise on earth.

At this moment, on a small hill outside the village, a boy dressed in coarse linen clothes is digging in the soil with a simple shovel.

With the boy's efforts, a small pit gradually took shape.

Having been exposed to the scorching sun for a long time, the boy's skin was slightly dark. After seeing the pit dug, he straightened up and threw the shovel aside. Then, he fell straight down with a thud, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Brother Mu, what are you doing?"

This scene terrified the little girl not far away. She didn't even bother to put on her shoes and ran over barefoot. After seeing that her beloved Brother Mu was safe and sound, she grinned and revealed a mischievous smile.

"Xiao Jiu, you're so beautiful~"

Zhou Muping lay flat in the pit, his hands behind his head, smiling as he looked at Ye Mujiu, whose face was already half red.

If an ordinary person had acted so frivolously, this young woman would probably have already thrown a punch. But when facing the person in front of her, she simply bit her cherry-red lips with her pearly teeth, and a blush flashed across her pretty face.

...

Zhou Mu was stunned.

Could it be... something he experienced before?

Just then, the world before my eyes collapsed inch by inch, revealing a dark and terrifying void.

He slowly opened his eyes, feeling a wave of weakness wash over him. A familiar face came into view. He frowned, thinking for a long time before finally remembering the person's name.