Her movements were stiff and mechanical, like a puppet being controlled by invisible strings.

Xiuer slowly stood up, her green scales shimmering eerily in the sunlight.

Her wings fluttered slightly, stirring up a sinister wind.

Her eyes remained devoid of any emotion, only endless emptiness and confusion.

She walked with heavy steps in one direction.

A gentle breeze blew by, and Xiu'er's figure appeared particularly ferocious in the wind.

She seemed like a cursed monster, pulled by the threads of fate, heading towards the unknown.

That direction is precisely towards Mount Gongga in Sichuan.

What fate awaits her there?

Nobody knows.

Shijia Village now seems to be shrouded in a mysterious and terrifying atmosphere, sending chills down people's spines.

Chen Zhiqing slowly put the box into his arms. He stood quietly, gazing into the deep night.

At this moment, he was a completely different person from during the day.

During the day, he is gentle and refined, like a true gentleman, making people feel warm and at ease.

However, at this moment, his eyes were full of scheming and intrigue, his gaze cold and sharp, like a venomous snake hidden in the darkness, ready to deliver a fatal blow to the enemy at any time.

Under the cover of night, his figure appeared particularly sinister.

His lips curled up slightly, revealing a strange smile, a smile full of calculation and smugness.

He seemed to be a mastermind behind everything, meticulously plotting a massive conspiracy.

His eyes revealed a thirst for power and indifference towards others, sending chills down one's spine.

In this dark night, Chen Zhiqing's true colors gradually came to light. He was no longer the gentleman who commanded respect, but a devil full of ambition and conspiracy.