Longing, passionate love, despairing deception...

After three stages, the white red spider lily will transform into a bloodthirsty red spider lily. At that time, the flower spirit will be full of spiritual energy, which can prolong the lives of the living, cure all diseases, and allow the souls of the dead to return to their original bodies and be reborn.

As Wang Qiaochuan recounted everything, Mo Sheng's eyes widened in shock, speechless for a long time before she finally came to her senses and asked, "What can be used to extract spiritual power!"

Wang Qiaochuan's lips curled into a wicked smile: "Glass Beads!"

"Cough cough cough!"

Bai Zhi sat cross-legged, and Jiu Yue channeled her inner energy into her from behind to heal her.

She used to get better in about half an incense stick's time, but now, even after an incense stick's time, her cough is getting worse, and she looks pale and in great pain.

The instant he withdrew his inner energy, a mouthful of blood spurted from Bai Zhi's mouth, splashing onto the thin veil beneath her body and creating alluring flower-like patterns.

"How could this be?" September asked, puzzled. She had clearly drunk the blood of the deceased and her complexion had improved, so why was she now...?

Her chest heaved violently with pain, and her expression was one of agony, evoking pity in those who saw her—a truly delicate and beautiful woman.

She clutched his clothes tightly in pain, crumpling them into a mess.

"I don't know how much longer I have to live!" She spoke with extreme pain, each word uttered with great difficulty.

"No, I will do everything I can to find a way!"

Beside her, a pretty maid named Yu'er with her hair in double buns couldn't help but say, "At this moment, I'm afraid only by extracting the spiritual energy of that flower spirit can we save Miss!"

Her words were incredibly harsh to September's ears, causing her heart to skip a beat and an inexplicable anger to surge to the top of her head.

"Do I need you to teach me how to do it?"

His eyes were like sharp swords that could rip out flesh. Yu'er was so frightened that her legs went weak and she knelt before him, saying with a look of fear, "This servant was worried about Miss's health and acted rashly. Please forgive me, Demon Lord!"

She didn't dare look at September again the entire time, because those eyes were too terrifying; she was afraid she'd have nightmares.

"Don't worry!" he said, then produced a pill and placed it in her mouth.

"Trust me, these painful days won't haunt you for long!" These words sounded like a vow, yet also like a word of comfort; whatever they were, she chose to believe.

The stabbing of Ye Lisheng shocked the entire Lingqi, and everyone was sparing no effort to find the murderer.

The atmosphere at the Anyang Prince's Mansion, which should have been filled with the joyous spirit of the New Year, was incredibly somber.

Ye Lisheng touched her chest, her heart pounding. Although she had been stabbed, the person clearly didn't intend to kill her.

That silvery laughter filled my ears and my mind.

"Who is she?" he couldn't help but ask.

"I've dreamed about her more than once, but I can never see her face clearly!"

Murong Kui also recalled the scenes she saw in the spirit mirror, finding them incredibly real and terrifying.

She didn't know how much time had passed in that dark and sunless underworld. Every day she watched the people coming and going on the bridge, but she never saw that familiar figure.

The pristine white spider lilies had inexplicably turned pale pink at their stamens. This delightful discovery filled the underworld with joy, for finally, the netherworld possessed a unique color.

Behind the mask, Youmeng's eyes held worry: "Are you that happy?"

"Of course! Because I can finally see other colors!"

"What if... what if this color is an ominous sign?"

"How could that be? Look how vibrant and beautiful it is!"

As they were talking, a unique and extraordinary figure appeared among the group of souls.

He came, the one she had longed for. She jumped off the petals and ran barefoot towards him.

He bumped into her and felt a sense of belonging as he smelled her faint fragrance.

A strange light flashed in Youmeng's eyes, and the scepter in her hand trembled uneasily.