"Come out, don't try to play tricks on me." Bei Ming Haotian was furious, looking around warily, his heart constantly worried about Nangong Ziyan's safety. He had to go out and find Yan'er as soon as possible.
"Bang!" A huge explosion occurred on a rock directly in front of Bei Ming Haotian, who was thrown back more than ten feet before landing.
"Haha...!" The laughter grew closer and closer, and Bei Ming Haotian stared intently at the source of the echo.
A streak of red light flashed, and a human figure vaguely appeared, facing Bei Ming Haotian, and a cheerful voice came from behind.
"I've waited for you for a hundred years. You've finally been reborn. I've waited for this day for far too long." The evil voice was distant and lingering, mixed with pain and helplessness, but even more so with longing and agony...
"You, you are a spirit demon?" Bei Ming Haotian asked in disbelief, not expecting things to happen so suddenly.
"That's right, you are me, and I am you." The red figure quickly flashed to Bei Ming Haotian's side, looking at him with a wicked smile.
Bei Ming Haotian then noticed that the two of them looked exactly alike. How could this be? There was a demon spirit here, and a demon spirit was also lurking within him. What was going on?
"It's strange, isn't it?" The spirit demon smiled smugly, a fleeting hint of resentment flashing in his eyes.
Bei Ming Haotian remained silent, knowing that he would eventually tell him the answer.
"Only half of my soul is in your body; the other half remains here, waiting for you to be reborn."
Suddenly, the spirit demon's tone became very heavy, filled with intense sadness and resentment.
"How is this possible?" Bei Ming Haotian was somewhat incredulous. From hope to despair, his heart ached as he thought of Yan'er's expectant eyes.
"Since I'm dead, why should I be reborn?" Bei Ming Haotian roared in anguish. He was living a good life now, and as long as Yan'er was by his side, he was truly happy.
"Why not be reborn? The world has wronged me, the Spirit Demon, and humiliated my beloved. If it weren't for this hatred, I wouldn't have been able to wait this long. Do you know how terrifying it is when a person turns hatred into power? They forced my beloved to her death, destroyed my true form, and left my wife and me here for over a hundred years. If I don't avenge this, I, the Spirit Demon, will never die in peace." The Spirit Demon looked at Bei Ming Haotian with excitement, his red eyes growing even deeper.
Bei Ming Haotian staggered back a few steps, his heart filled with extreme fear. No, he didn't want to be a demon spirit; he wanted to be Bei Ming Haotian. He also wanted to protect his Yan'er...
Suddenly, the words Nangong Ziyan had spoken to her, the stories in the Shennong Classic, and the love story between Lingmo and Zishu flashed through Beiming Haotian's mind...
"Is your wife Zi Shu?" Bei Ming Haotian asked urgently.
"That's right, Zishu is just her later name. Her real name is Ziyan. I just heard Qingluan's call. She has kept her promise and returned. I, Lingmo, once swore a poisonous oath that when I am reborn and she returns, I will make everyone in the world pay for her death, especially Wuguzi. I will make him suffer a terrible death, make him suffer a terrible death..."
The spirit demon trembled with excitement, and an angry voice rose from the depths of his heart, the hatred deeply shaking Bei Ming Haotian's heart.
Bei Ming Haotian trembled all over as he listened. What was going on? Could someone tell him what was happening?
"Wuguzi? Isn't Wuguzi the Grand Preceptor of the Qihe Dynasty? What does he have to do with this? According to you, hasn't Wuguzi lived for over a hundred years?"
"Hmph? What does it matter? You'll find out soon enough. He's lived for over a hundred years. This time when we get out, I'll definitely tear him to pieces. But even tearing him to pieces won't quell the hatred in my heart. Now, let's become one! Then we'll go see Yan'er. I haven't seen her for a hundred years. Isn't she still beautiful, lovely, and kind?" The Spirit Demon became excited as he said this, his red eyes radiating a soft light.
"He is not your Yan'er, she is my Yan'er, you'd better understand that." Nangong Ziyan looked at the spirit demon warily. He would not allow them to merge into one. He did not want to become a demon feared by the world.
-End of this chapter-
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