However, when the familiar face of that man, stained with blood, appeared in front of him again, the sneer on Zhao Zhao's lips froze instantly.

How could it be... Su?!

The young man staggered towards him, his face showing a cruel and gloomy expression that he had never seen before. Although he knew that he was fake, Zhao Zhao still couldn't help shouting.

"Tracing back."

Su couldn't see him, but just looked vigilantly at the person chasing him from behind, ready to attack at any time.

Zhao Zhao couldn't touch him or wake him up, so she could only stand aside and watch Su being chased from a bystander's perspective.

His hands beneath his robe were clenched tightly into fists, veins bulging.

He looked at Su, who was being hunted by the demon soldiers, his body covered with wounds so deep that the bones were visible. His eyes were red as blood, and his bone fan was madly reaping the lives of the demon soldiers.

He was like a killing tool without any emotion, just as described in the original plot, with evil in his eyes and no kindness at all.

Zhao Zhao couldn't bear it and closed her eyes slightly. When she opened them again, she saw the long sword piercing Su's chest. On the other end of the sword was Xuan Mo, whose eyes were red. "You killed my brother, I will make you pay with your life!"

So, Su, who was exhausted and had his magic power depleted, was stabbed by him again and again. Finally, he fell to the ground covered in blood.

Ding Dong

A small bottle fell from Su's robe. Zhao Zhao stared at the familiar bottle in a daze, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

Su, who had originally had a dazed look in his eyes, was instantly stimulated when he looked at the bottle. He supported himself with his weak hands, crawled to the side of the bottle, and held the bottle tightly in his arms.

Zhao Zhao heard the last words he muttered, every word was heartbreaking and sincere.

"Zhao Zhao, I will not rebel, I will not betray the gods, I will not do evil, I will not... let you down..."

He slowly closed his eyes, and his body turned into wind, just like Zhao Zhao once did, and came to every corner of the demon clan.

He is the result of evil, a demon, and his good karma can only remain in the demon world.

As Su's figure disappeared, the scene in front of him gradually changed again. This time, it was the familiar underworld.

He saw many familiar scenes, including his beautiful and elegant mother after her resurrection, his father who had aged a lot, his elder brother who was more stable, and the much more mature Sang Yinuo.

He saw that he no longer played tricks on evil spirits, no longer collected strange collections, and no longer choked his father all day long. He put down the soul-locking chain that caught souls and picked up the red pen that handled government affairs.

He is learning to be an excellent successor, a young emperor of the underworld who is respected by all the ghosts.

But Zhao Zhao never saw him smile again.

The scene changed again, returning to the scene where Sang Yinuo buried him. Zhao Zhao only watched for a moment, and his heart ached as if a big hole had been broken.

He was pale and sweating profusely. Just as the system was about to cleanse his emotions again, Zhao Zhao noticed and gritted his teeth, "System, I advise you not to act on your own!"

【But host, you are controlled by unnecessary emotions. 】

Zhao Zhao scoffed, "First of all, this isn't an unnecessary emotion, and secondly, I won't be controlled!"

Looking at the scene in front of him again, Zhao Zhao murmured, "It's just an illusion, how can it really trap me?"

He just couldn't bring himself to do it and couldn't bear to break it.

While he was stunned, the scene in front of him changed again. This time, it was no longer an empty scene, but a living person like Lan Sheng who could talk to him, slowly walking out of the darkness.

Zhao Zhao saw Luo Chen again, and saw the gentle and beautiful smile on Luo Chen's face when he looked at him. He reached out to him and said softly.

"Zhao, it's time to go home."

The Buddha statue behind him smiled even more kindly, but his expression was no longer as firm.