When his eyes were suddenly covered, Yin Ming could feel Ling Yao's body tremble.

But he didn't do anything drastic afterward, nor did he pry Yin Ming's hand off. Instead, after a moment's hesitation, he asked:

"...Yin Ming?"

His tone seemed rather incredulous.

Seeing that he was relatively calm, Yin Ming breathed a sigh of relief. "Yes, it's me."

The Lingyao before him was not as intimate as before, which meant that part of his memory had indeed been sealed away; at least he wouldn't remember that they had ever been together.

Although this feeling was uncomfortable, Yin Ming had no choice but to cautiously guess at what stage his memory was stuck in.

While pondering, Yin Ming recalled a detail—Ling Yao had once told him that his hair turned white at Yin Ming's funeral.

The Lingyao before him had white hair, meaning his current memories likely dated back to after Yin Ming's funeral, or even longer.

Otherwise, if he couldn't remember when or why his hair turned white, he could easily suspect and confirm that he was in a hallucination based on this detail.

Yin Ming also recalled the day Lingyao was reborn. When he came to confront Yin Ming, he was dressed in all black.

This means that he was originally supposed to follow the appearance setting in the novel, with black clothes, black hair, and a black sword.

But later he changed into red clothes, and even his magic sword turned red.

Something must have happened to change his preferences.

Speaking of this red-clad, red-sword figure, well, we have to mention the former Yin Ming.

Hmm, in other words, that... well, how was it said again?

Yes, because I missed the other person so much, I started to live my life in their image.

He later developed a fondness for wearing red, likely because Yin Ming had previously liked to wear red.

He lived his life as if he were Yin Ming, so that he could imagine that Yin Ming was still alive and that they had never been separated.

Looking back and analyzing it now, I realize that his love was hidden in the details.

Yin Ming covered his face. Well, anyway, he successfully made a man as majestic as an eagle blush. (? ???w??? ?)?

Upon receiving an affirmative answer, Lingyao's tone softened instantly, "Yin Ming..."

It sounded like aggrieved, yet also like an accusation.

"I am here, I have always been here."

Yin Ming really wanted to bend down and hug him, but since Ling Yao had forgotten their relationship at this moment, Yin Ming could only restrain himself from doing so in order to avoid scaring him.

It's alright, he'll definitely find a chance to make up for it after we leave this illusion.

Yin Ming had considered telling Ling Yao everything directly, but it was too complicated to explain in just a few words.

Before he could even finish speaking, the white-clad figure lurking in the shadows might immediately find another way to torment them.

Since the illusion in front of us doesn't seem to be harmful, we might as well observe it carefully and see what the man in white is up to.

Of course, if Lingyao still can't remember, Yinming will definitely tell her when the time comes.

Lingyao didn't say anything more, but simply raised her hand and grabbed Yin Ming's hand, covering it tightly over her eyes.

He seemed to have drawn the courage to escape from Yin Ming's hands.

Right, he no longer needs to face these things, and he doesn't need to care about them anymore.

He now has the strength to fight against all of this, so why should he be afraid?

Yes, there's nothing to be afraid of; it's just an old nightmare.

These memories, aside from their menacing and frightening quality, do not actually harm him in the slightest.

If these disasters happen again, they will be the ones who should be afraid.

These are mere inner demons, nothing to fear.

With Yin Ming around, none of this is a threat.

"Don't listen to anything either," Yin Ming whispered in Ling Yao's ear.

Seeing him obediently cover his ears, Yin Ming finally looked up with relief, watching the hardships he had endured along the way.

In the past, when Yin Ming was troubled, he would always feel much better after venting to his brothers.

It wasn't that his brother said anything nice to comfort Yin Ming, but rather the thought that someone else knew his troubles, shared his emotions, and understood that he wasn't fighting alone, suddenly gave him the courage to face the world again.

He also wanted to share Lingyao's burden and let Lingyao know that he was not alone.

Even if the sky falls, he will stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

Also, Yin Ming wanted to understand him better.

Learn about him, the one not described in the book, who struggled in hardship.

The scene before my eyes kept changing, and the dappled light and shadow reflected in the scene was like a fleeting glimpse of a flower.

Yin Ming saw that Lin Dazhi, who was genuinely good to Ling Yao, ultimately died tragically in the jaws of a demonic beast. The bandage on his right hand was still in place, indicating that his death was not far from the day his right hand was injured.

Several neighbors who had delivered food to Lingyao also suffered great misfortune, experiencing various accidents of different degrees, and some even losing limbs.

Those who were kind to him all suffered, and the sadness was clearly visible on young Lingyao's face.

To make matters worse, these events solidified Lingyao's reputation as a jinx, and he was immediately driven out of the village by the villagers, led by Huzi, leaving him homeless ever since.

From this moment on, the real suffering has just begun.

In the blink of an eye, the misfortunes of Lingyao's past and present lives unfolded before his eyes, surpassing even the Lin Dazhi incident.

Even among these incidents, none were repeated; only the physical and mental suffering remained constant.

Yin Ming also saw different faces of the protagonist in them—it is likely that these memories encompass the nine lifetimes of Lingyao's reincarnation.

Yin Ming was very glad that he made the decision to make Ling Yao not see, hear, or think about it. These hardships could not be described in any words, and were even difficult to imagine in mere imagination.

Experiencing it once is enough; to recall it again is like wanting to kill him, my friend.

Therefore, Yin Ming's final conclusion is—

So the original author just had that kind of money to burn! That's why they created this kind of character!

I ask you, how could you not go insane after being persecuted for nine generations?! Huh?! How could you not go insane?!

He's just putting on a brave face!

If it were Yin Ming, he'd be a red bean paste! He'd make you all red bean paste!!!

"Thank you for always being by my side." Lingyao gently removed Yinming's hand from his eyes.

He turned to face Yin Ming, openly ignoring the suffering unfolding behind him, his eyes displaying an unprecedented magnanimity and determination.

Yin Ming's gaze softened, and he rubbed his head as usual. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly felt a huge suction force coming from behind him, as if it was going to drag him into the endless dark abyss behind him.

"I have to go now... Ah Yao, take good care of yourself."

Yin Ming: ? ? ?

He swore he really didn't say anything, but his voice echoed throughout the space, and the words and tone seemed to be a final farewell to Lingyao.

It was clearly the man in white who was behind all of this.

Alright, alright, you've finally made your move, haven't you?

However, Yin Ming has no cultivation at all and is unable to put up any resistance. He can only be manipulated into the darkness like a puppet, and his consciousness gradually dissipates.

"No...don't go!"

The scene shifts, and the man on the bed is muttering in his sleep. Suddenly, his starry eyes open wide, turning completely bloodshot.

***

Yin Ming was pulled away from that space by the suction force, and he didn't know where he was teleported to. He only felt dizzy and unsteady on his feet.

Once the situation improved somewhat, he managed to calm himself down and carefully examine his surroundings.

This place appears to be a palace, and its interior decoration is not only extremely luxurious, but the black and gold color scheme also reminded Yin Ming of the Changming Palace where he had briefly lived before.

Well, that's the residence of the villain in the original story at the Demon Sect.

So, this must be the Demon Sect's palace? Judging by its extravagance, it surpasses even the Changming Palace. Whose palace is this? Yin Ming already has the answer in his heart.

Sure enough, a muffled whisper came from the carved bed behind him, followed by the rustling of clothes. Yin Ming turned around and saw Ling Yao, with white hair and red clothes, lifting a corner of the bed curtains and getting off the bed with an icy expression.

Ah, this, this, this... that expression, Yin Ming is in danger!

But Lingyao's emotions were quite stable just now, so why has he suddenly changed his attitude?

"Ah Yao...you, you listen to me..." Yin Ming subconsciously begged for mercy, while quickly thinking about the possible reasons for Ling Yao's change in mood.

Could it be that the scene has shifted to another point in time, and in this timeline, Lingyao is unaware, or uncertain, that Yinming faked his death?

Therefore, when he saw Yin Ming appear in front of him unharmed, he immediately realized that Yin Ming had lied to him, and he became furious.

Ling Yao ignored Yin Ming's words and continued to approach step by step with a blank expression.

Yin Ming's heart sank instantly. He was going to die! This was not what he had imagined. Ling Yao was not really going to attack him, was he?!