Chapter 19 Are you worthy of being called Duan Anluo?!

The woman in the bedroom asked dissatisfiedly: "Husband, didn't you go to work overtime? Why didn't you tell me in advance that you brought outsiders home?"

Cui Yang was shaking all over, his teeth chattering uncontrollably. He was a little dazed. His wife hadn't spoken to him in that tone for a long time. He was so mean, he actually missed it a little.

The figure in front of the dressing table slowly turned around. In the moonlight, her delicate face had a perfect smile, but her voice was filled with resentment, "It's been so long, and you finally noticed it."

It didn't sound like the thing attached to her body was saying it, but rather like her original body was saying it.

Cui Yang suppressed his fear, his knees buckling as he knelt on the ground, cupping his hands and bowing to the woman. "I beg you to leave her body. I'll burn paper for you, I'll make a longevity tablet for you, I'll give you anything you want, just let her go!"

The woman didn't answer, but tilted her head. This movement made her neck crack, like a piece of stiff wood. She asked softly, "Cui Yang, am I not good to you?"

Cui Yang gritted his teeth: "Okay, you are good to me, but you are not her."

The woman walked out slowly. "I should say I'm not human, right? If I were human, would you still remember her?"

Cui Yang was stunned for a moment, then shook his head firmly: "I don't know, but if you let me choose now, I would still choose her. We have so many memories, I will never forget them."

"Hahaha... That's ridiculous!" The woman seemed to have heard a huge joke. After laughing, she asked him sarcastically, "Isn't this what you want me to become? I've become what you want, and you're reminiscing about the past and talking about feelings with me. How can you be so greedy!"

Duan Anluo pressed the light switch. Under the bright light, the sadness in the woman's eyes became more obvious. It was not a disguise of a mask, but a real sadness that belonged to human beings.

Jiang Yuan took a step forward and stuck a piece of talisman paper on the woman's forehead.

Duan Anluo's mouth twitched. What happened to this child? What triggered him?

Unexpectedly, the talisman paper did not burn, but was slowly soaked. Those were tears, human tears.

Duan Anluo sighed softly, "Cui Yang, say goodbye to her. Only one of her seven spirits remains."

His eyes fell on the crib beside the bed, and his eyes grew colder: "Children too."

The Soul Devouring Banner unfolded, and dark red runes began to flow on the pitch-black banner. Duan Anluo touched those runes, and his lazy temperament finally became sharp. "Since you killed an innocent person, you must die."

The spiritual energy spread out under his feet, turning into countless ropes that pounced on the woman.

The tied-up woman struggled violently, and the resentment in her body was drained away. She suddenly shrank as if by water, became thinner, and darker. Her exposed skin had visible lines like those on tree bark.

Unable to break free, she turned her anger towards Cui Yang, cursing him viciously: "Humans are so greedy! Cui Yang! I fulfilled all your wishes, and yet you brought people to kill me! I will never forgive you! She won't forgive you either! She will hate you until she dies!"

A black mist rushed towards Cui Yang, but was blocked by Duan Anluo's raised hand. Cui Yang was frozen in place, with the words "She will hate you until her death!" in his mind.

After Cui Yang came to his senses, he cried out, "Wife, I was wrong! I really know I was wrong! Come back soon! Please don't leave me!"

The woman's shriveled body was like a piece of wood that had been drained of moisture. She turned her head stiffly and looked at Cui Yang's sad expression with a calm gaze as if she was looking at a stranger.

There is no greater sorrow than a dead heart. The last remaining soul has no feelings for Cui Yang at all.

She was tired, and if she hadn't been worried about her children, she would have left long ago.

She was sealed in the body, and after seeing her body being controlled, Cui Yang was happy like an idiot every day. She just felt disgusted.

The woman closed her eyes and didn't want to look at her husband again. She no longer loved him, nor did she hate him. If there was a next life, she only hoped that they would not meet again.

An elaborately painted wooden mask fell from the woman's face and hit the floor with a dull "bang".

Cui Yang was so frightened that he took a few steps back. After hesitating for a moment, he crawled over again and picked up the mask crying. His wife's face was vividly painted on it. He held it in his hands, hugged it in his arms, and cried like a fool.

At this moment, a black mist suddenly overflowed from the mask and flew towards Cui Yang. Jiang Yuan thought there was danger and wanted to stop it, but Duan Anluo stopped him: "This is what his wife left behind. Let him see it."

Cui Yang saw himself three months ago. He just got home in a suit and tie and saw his wife standing at the door, holding their crying little daughter in her arms, sweating profusely from anxiety.

"Hubby, the child has a high fever and needs to be taken to the hospital. Can you..."

"Can't you go by yourself?" He interrupted her with a frown, looking down at his watch. "I have an important client tonight."

The wife opened her mouth, but finally nodded slightly, "Okay, then you get busy."

The scene shifted to a cold bench in the hospital corridor, where his wife sat, cradling their comatose child. Her face was horribly pale, and she clutched the blood test form. Tears silently fell on the paper, yet she dared not even cry out. Her helpless expression was like a giant hand, gripping my heart so tightly that it made me breathless.

The scene changed again, and the pale wife held her little daughter and apologized to the teacher at school: "Don't worry, I will definitely educate him well when I get home. If the child is disobedient, you can educate him and spank him when necessary."

Seeing her like this, the teacher couldn't bear it. "Where is the child's father? Doesn't he care about the child? You look unhappy, and the child is still so young..."

Before the teacher could finish, his wife nervously interrupted him: "Don't look for his father, just look for me. His father is busy."

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Late at night, the wife stood in front of the mirror, forced a tired smile, and said to the mirror: "Hold on a little longer, the children will grow up and everything will be fine."

In the last scene, the wife holds her crying child in her arms, her expression numb, “Mom can’t hold on any longer. When will you grow up?”

Cui Yang's chest heaved violently, and a choked sob escaped his throat: "She never said..."

He turned a blind eye to all those late nights of waiting, those silently swallowed grievances, and those gentleness worn away by life. The daily chores of food and clothing, the trivialities of life, had already worn away the initial love beyond recognition.

He still remembered that when they first met, his wife had a great figure and was beautiful. Her heart and eyes were full of him. There seemed to be light in her eyes, and no matter when, her eyes were sparkling when she looked at him.

Later, it became dark and there was no light, and the look in his eyes was always filled with resentment.

He thought his wife didn't love him anymore and even had a fight with her. He never knew that his wife could be so tired.

He had long fulfilled the promise they made when they were together, but he had forgotten his original intention and was still obsessed with making money. The person who accompanied him was lost by him, and he didn't even know when he lost her.

Cui Yang tremblingly placed the mask on his wife's face. He wanted to put it back, as if as long as he put it back, his wife would come back to life.

With a snap, the last trace of resentment in the mask dissipated, and the mask broke into two pieces. Cui Yang was like a madman, putting the broken mask on again and again, and it fell off again and again. He looked at Duan Anluo helplessly, "Master, please save her, save her quickly, she won't move! She's asleep!"

Duan Anluo shook his head. "People only realize how precious something was after they lose it."

Cui Yang sat there in a daze for a few seconds, then suddenly woke up, rushed over and pulled away the small quilt covering the crib, then he staggered to his knees.

There were no children in it at all, only dolls made of old clothes and hair.

Cui Yang frantically lifted up all the blankets, "Where's the child? Where is the child?"

Duan Anluo looked towards the wardrobe. Cui Yang sensed something and rushed over to open the wardrobe door.

In an instant, a foul smell hit me in the face.

Two tiny figures huddled in the corner, motionless. Even more terrifying was the fact that the babies' limbs were gone.

The immense sadness completely overwhelmed Cui Yang. He couldn't even cry. He just opened his mouth wide, making a hoarse sound in his throat, and then he started vomiting...

At this moment, Duan Anluo turned his head and listened outside, "The police are here. It's the middle of the night and we're making too much noise."

The neighbors around heard the crying and shouting, and thought something had happened, so they quickly called the police.

The police arrived quickly. Three people died in such strange ways that Duan Anluo couldn't explain it at all. What's more, he didn't have an ID card!

"Yuan'er, take your ID and have the Guild come over to explain." He remembered from his original body's memories that the protagonist of this book had joined the Guild, and to maintain peace on earth, they had always cooperated with the police. Supernatural cases were handled by the Guild, and ordinary people would eventually be handed over to the police for trial.

Jiang Yuan was stunned. "ID? I don't have it with me."

Duan Anluo wants to beat the child, what a fool!

Now we can only leave and go to Jiang Yuan’s guild and ask the guild to come forward to explain.

Suddenly, a black vortex swirled around the room, and a vague human figure could be seen reorganizing. Duan Anluo's eyes flashed, and he suddenly thrust the Soul Devouring Banner into the center of the vortex.

The shadowy figure let out a sinister laugh, and it was impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman. "Cui Yang has been my nourishment for many days. Leave him to me."

Thinking of the tragic death of the mother and her two children, Duan Anluo's eyes became redder than ever. Spiritual energy emanated from the Soul-Calming Banner, and murderous intent filled the air. "You can try."

The shadow looked at him and suddenly asked in confusion, "You again? Your name is Duan Anluo?"

Duan Anluo raised his eyebrows. Again? They had met before?

The shadow seemed to be provoked, "Are you worthy of being called Duan Anluo?!"

Duan Anluo was so angry that he laughed, "This name belongs exclusively to your father, so no one else can use it?"

He was called Duan Anluo five hundred years ago, and he didn't even apply for a patent. So he can't be called that now?

The black shadow twisted under the soul flag, "Sharp-tongued!"

"You are always sharp-tongued if I say one thing to you. If I say ten things to you, won't you be angry to death?" Duan Anluo used all the spiritual energy in his body. Ever since he was suppressed by the golden seal, the injuries on his spiritual veins have healed a lot. Not only can he curse people, he can also kill people.

The black energy attached to the soul condensed into shape for the first time, and a ghost-head knife as black as ink hung above the black shadow's head, beheading him with one blow!

Immediately afterwards, purple lightning exploded and tore the black shadow into pieces.

Before the shadow disappeared, he said, "I have many more puppets like this. I'm waiting for you to come find me."

Duan Anluo's face was gloomy. "Wash your neck a few more times, or I'll tear you apart!"

This was a clone, a wisp of resentment. Breaking it up wouldn't have much impact on the original. The phrase "There are many more puppets like this" stirred a unease within Duan Anluo. He had to find the other puppets quickly and then kill the original, otherwise even more people would die.

Duan Anluo wasn't sure if his sickly body could handle something that could appear in broad daylight and remain hidden for so long. He was fine with a fight, but physical attack? Ha! He didn't want to get beaten.

Looking at his teammate, Sect Leader Jiang who was already frightened silly, Duan Anluo rejected him with a tired heart. He was a burden who would break at the slightest scare, not even as good as him, the ancestor who had contracted "chicken plague".

He needs someone who can fight, and there is only one person he knows!

Due to this delay, the footsteps had already reached the door. Duan Anluo knew it was too late to run, so she quickly took out her phone and sent a voice message to Mu Qingzhuo just before the police broke in: "Go to the guild and find someone named Si Cang. Tell him that your husband has been captured and ask him to come and get me!"

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