Chapter 601

The ghost's gentle voice carried an overwhelming killing intent, as if it wanted to tear Him to pieces.

How dare this filthy being defile His beloved wife? How can He be worthy?

The "ghost"'s eyes turned cold. "I'm not worthy, but you are?"

"In front of her, you only act like a high and mighty, compassionate god, wishing she would worship you... Ha, do you truly treat her as your wife, as an equal and with respect? And the so-called respect you speak of is nothing but scheming to erode her. What kind of hypocrite is pretending to be the bright moon?"

"What do you know?"

The ghost sneered, its golden divine power surging towards the black mist, fierce and violent, intent on destroying and annihilating its other self.

Dark and evil things should not exist in this world, and are not worthy of being touched.

She was so pure and beautiful that only a god was worthy to be her husband; evil demons were only fit to be suppressed in the dark abyss.

The "ghosts and gods" were not afraid of Him at all, laughing wildly and extremely arrogantly. The black mist condensed into a ferocious black dragon, which collided with the immense divine power.

Whether he is worthy to be the young bride's husband is not for this hypocrite to decide.

Do you really think He's some kind of thing?

Gods?

Oh!

Xiao Jin, who had only been leaning against the wall to listen to gossip, almost shook himself to death.

Help! Master, please save your little darling! I'm about to be caught in the crossfire and torn to pieces!

Damn it, watching a fight is really dangerous; you can easily become the unlucky one who gets killed by mistake.

But, my goodness, who has ever seen someone kill themselves so intensely that the world seems to turn upside down?

No, you two... oh no, male supporting character, could you calm down a bit?

Stop hitting him, or you'll really kill yourself.

Why bother?

If you kill yourself, won't your master become a widow?

Don't think your master will make you a widow. Dream on!

Your master will only inherit all your assets, then keep ten or eight gigolos, and cuckold you in front of your grave like the African savanna, so you can die with your eyes open in disgrace.

Tell me, what are you after?

Holy crap!

Little Jin clutched her broken wing, her grief almost overflowing.

It wanted to run away, but before that terrifying god engaged it in battle, the entire shrine had formed an independent domain, and it... it couldn't escape!

It's not that Little Gold is useless, but rather that this male supporting character's predecessor, like the master, was a supreme god of a great world with unfathomable strength. Now that He has recovered most of His strength, what can it, being just a companion butterfly, do?

Tears streamed down Xiao Jin's face as she vowed never to peek into the gossip of the male supporting character again, especially when he was acting crazy.

This is too scary, sob sob!

Why isn't Master here yet?

It's unclear whether Wen Xin heard the silly butterfly's pitiful cries or sensed something amiss with the shrine, but she came over after changing her clothes.

The shrine doors were tightly shut, and from the outside there was nothing strange about it; it was eerily quiet.

No matter how fiercely He fought, He dared not let the eerie and terrifying atmosphere leak out.

The young bride was terrified; neither personality could bear it.

Wen Xin lifted her skirt and walked up the steps, then knocked on the door. "Brother?"

Inside the shrine, which was like a tornado, the violent power and killing intent seemed to be paused the moment her voice entered.

No matter how unwilling the surging black mist was, it all returned to the statue. The spirit returned to its place, and the cold statue slowly opened its eyes. The ghost and the god were fully awakened and returned to their previous humanoid appearance.

His dark, cold gaze swept over the almost collapsing shrine. His thin lips pursed slightly, and with a wave of his hand, the wind chime in his palm rose and hung back in its place. In an instant, the shrine returned to its previous state.

Black curtains hung down, and fresh flowers and offerings were neatly arranged on the altar, making the previous battle seem like a dream.

The destruction of the offerings and wind chimes in the shrine was not intentional on His part. His body was asleep, and His power was stimulated by another version of Him, causing Him to lose control, which is why the things in the shrine were destroyed.

Of course, Wen Xin didn't know that before she returned, the entire old house was filled with lightning and thunder, black mist, and violent power. All the ghosts and monsters were torn to pieces and returned to the ground to reassemble.

Fortunately, as long as it's inside the old house, anything destroyed can be restored. Otherwise, how sad would the young bride be if she saw it?

All the mistakes were made by another evil and despicable self, so how can I blame the innocent and kind her?

"elder brother?"

The girl's sweet and obedient voice eased the icy oppressive aura surrounding the demon, but the next moment...

"Shang Heng, are you inside? Open the door for me."

The ghost froze, black mist swirling between its brows, an undisguised dark emotion raging within it.

She called him "brother" with respect and caution. He used to think it was a sign of closeness, but now, listening to her conversation with another "him," he realized the difference.

She felt no distance from "Him," laughing and joking, like an ordinary wife ordering her husband around without any reservations, intimately connected.

The ghost closed its eyes, blood seeping through its fingers, its former gentle composure completely gone.

"Brother? Shang Heng?"

The girl's tone was already somewhat anxious and uneasy.

The spirits couldn't bear to see her suffer, so the shrine door slowly opened.

Wen Xin lifted her skirt, walked around the curtain, and quickly entered the shrine. When her clear eyes saw the man on the altar, she suddenly paused, and a hidden emotion seemed to flash in her eyes. Even she couldn't figure it out, but He clearly caught it.

Is it disappointment?

The ghost twitched the corner of its lips. Was it disappointed because it didn't see "He"?

In just three days, her feelings for "Him" had deepened to this extent.

The once gentle and compassionate Emperor Shang Heng is now filled with a destructive desire, just like his dark and evil self, wanting to destroy everything.

Because of His responsibility, He lost everything. He could disregard everything else, but why should He lose His only little bride because of this?

Where exactly did He go wrong?

The sacred divine power is being corrupted by the evil black mist...

If He continues like this, He will soon be devoured by another "He".

But the ghosts and spirits seemed numb and offered no resistance.

If she no longer needs Him, what does it matter if He is devoured by "Him"?

It is not He who brings her joy.

He was born to fulfill the wishes of others, to be a good monarch, to protect humanity, and to seal himself away...

He loved only her, so how could he bear to disappoint her?

He will give her whatever she desires.

"elder brother."

The soft, warm touch startled the ghost, and the dark emotions of self-loathing slowly faded away.

His dark, inscrutable gaze fixed on her, the hidden sorrow and bitterness causing her heart to clench and ache terribly.

Wen Xin held his hand tightly, her eyes filled with tears, and her nose stung with emotion. "Brother... I'm sorry."