Jian Yanyou stood up from Jian Taiding's headless corpse, licking the blood from his lips: "Who am I? Of course I am Jian Yanyou, your husband."

His eyes were already as black as ink, and his face was covered with dense black patterns. At the same time, because of the blood that had been sprayed from where he had just been lying on Jian Taiding's severed neck, he looked eerie and dangerous.

Yu Yanlu shook her head: "No, you are definitely not him. Yan You is kind-hearted and would never kill innocent people indiscriminately."

“Innocent? He killed me and still coveted you, his own sister-in-law. How can you be innocent?” Jian Yanyou sneered.

Yu Yanluo said coldly, "So you're not the real Jian Yanyou. You don't know how much he dotes on his younger brother. He gives him whatever he wants. Except for not giving me, his wife, to his brother, he's given him almost everything he could. And no matter what mistakes his brother makes, although he'll scold him a few times, he'll eventually forgive him."

"Besides, you survived this time. His scheme to harm you didn't cause any serious consequences. Given your usual personality, you would most likely punish him with a lot of noise but little real harm, and you would never kill him."

Jian Yanyou glanced at Jian Taiding, whose head was severed from his body, and grinned: "People always change, especially after I've been through life and death."

Yu Yanluo interrupted him directly: "You will never become a bloodthirsty monster. You not only cruelly murdered your own brother, but you also drank his blood. The look of enjoyment on your face just now was not fake. Tell me, what kind of monster are you?"

At this moment, Jian Yanyou laughed in a sinister voice, a sound that was chilling and unlike anything a human could make: "Madam, should I praise you for being clever or foolish?"

Hearing his strange voice, clearly no longer the real Jian Yanyou, Zu An hurriedly shielded Yu Yanluo behind him. The oppressive aura emanating from the other party was far too strong, almost matching the feeling he had experienced from Yun Jianyue and Yan Xuehen before.

He was worried that the other party might suddenly attack and injure Yu Yanluo.

Fortunately, Jian Yanyou didn't seem to intend to act immediately. Instead, he sighed and said, "Madam, it would have been better if you had just played dumb. Why did you have to be so stubborn and expose everything? You could have continued to be your Duchess peacefully, but now things are in trouble."

"That tone, that voice..." Yu Yanluo suddenly had a thought, "Are you Uncle Ming?"

"Madam has such keen insight, how could you see that?" Jian Yanyou was somewhat surprised, making no attempt to hide it.

"How is this possible?" Yu Yanluo and Zu An were both shocked. Wasn't he taken into the painting world by Yu Yanluo in just one glance?

A series of events followed, and people almost forgot he existed.

So, it turns out he's the final boss?

Yu Yanluo even took out the "Thousand Miles of Mountains and Seas Map" to examine it, and found that Uncle Ming was still inside, but had become a corpse.

"Huh?" Yu Yanluo realized something was wrong, because her painting world only took people in, without activating any killing intent. Logically speaking, Uncle Ming's cultivation level shouldn't have resulted in his death inside.

She suddenly looked up at the other person: "How did you get out?"

Jian Taiding, no, it should be Uncle Ming, laughed smugly: "I didn't go in at all. What your painting took in was just a shell."

"Body?" Yu Yanluo recalled the situation just now; taking him away was indeed too easy.

Zu An's heart skipped a beat: "Could it be that you invaded Jian Yanyou's body when you just pulled him out of the pool?"

Uncle Ming looked at him in surprise: "Lord Zu is indeed observant and quick-witted. No wonder he was able to find out the truth about Jian Yanyou's murder before."

Zuan muttered to himself, "Easily seizing another's body and casually discarding the physical body, is there such a heaven-defying technique in the world? Wouldn't that grant immortality?"

He had also experienced the danger of being possessed. Old Man Mi was only obsessed with his body, but it wasn't this outrageous. He could just switch bodies and transfer them whenever he wanted.

Yu Yanluo parted her lips and said, "I'm reminded of a lesser-known branch of the demon race, the Parasitic Bee Clan. Members of this clan can parasitize the bodies of their prey, feeding on the prey's internal organs and tissues during their growth. Once fully grown, they burst out of the body. Legend has it that the top experts of the Parasitic Bee Clan can even seize the body of their target and take its place. Could it be that you are from the Parasitic Bee Clan?"

Uncle Ming was genuinely surprised: "Madam actually knows about such an obscure race among the demons? You know, even people in the demon race might not know about this race, right?"

"So you admit it?" Yu Yanluo asked, her expression grave, judging from his tone.

“That’s right, I am indeed from the Parasitic Bee Clan, and the noblest of the clan, the Bright-Patterned Black-Eyed Bee,” Uncle Ming said proudly, making no attempt to conceal his identity, clearly believing he was in complete control.

“No wonder he’s called Uncle Ming,” Zu’an remarked. This world is truly amazing. Before, he encountered the Mosquito Taoist who sucked people’s life essence, and now he has parasitic bees that infest people’s bodies, and they’ve all cultivated into spirits.

"Did you pledge allegiance to the Duke many years ago and gain his trust?" Yu Yanluo frowned and said, "You've been working diligently all these years, and you've really put on a good show."

“How could I be so stupid as to work for him for decades?” Uncle Ming sneered. “Of course, I found an opportunity to assassinate Uncle Ming, parasitize his body, and use his body to return to the Duke’s mansion.”

Yu Yanluo nodded secretly. She had found it strange when she saw Uncle Ming betray Jian Yanyou.

You have to understand that after spending many years together, a person's character cannot be faked.

Given Jian Yanyou's high level of cultivation and high position, it's impossible that he lacks even this basic ability to recognize talent.

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