Seeing her shocked expression, the Bloodthirsty Demon King laughed heartily. He even reached out and patted Yan Qing's shoulder to comfort her.
"Don't worry, although this person shares the same origin as you, after thousands of years of reincarnation, you are now an independent individual. Therefore, even she cannot do anything to you. Besides—"
He looked up at something, seemingly observing something with a rather amused expression.
"I never imagined that after a thousand years of solitude, the last day would be so lively."
He didn't explain further, but instead turned to Yan Qing and said in a gentle tone,
“I never expected that the first people to arrive here would be the two of you. —Indeed, I believe that right now, the people she most wants to see are you two.”
His gaze shifted to the woman on the stone bed, and a look of admiration appeared on his face.
"Although I don't even know her name, she was able to sacrifice herself resolutely to save this world after being abandoned by it time and time again. Such righteousness moved even our king, so he specially sent me to guard her body for a thousand years as a token of his respect."
Yan Qing sensed something unusual. "A thousand years? Why a thousand years?"
The Bloodthirsty Demon King laughed, "This is because, after the Heavenly Soul leaves the body for a thousand years, her original body will completely return to dust and ashes, and will never exist again."
"In other words, after today, there will never be a third Gold-Rank Title Mystery in the world. This is the greatest salvation for this world."
"But—" For some reason, Yan Qing felt a surge of sadness upon seeing this woman. This feeling filled her entire body, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.
Even the Bloodthirsty Demon King said this woman had a tragic fate. Although Yan Qing only saw certain fragments, the pain she endured was already more than enough. She didn't even dare to think about what happened next.
That's enough. The deceased is gone. What's the point of dwelling on other people's sorrows?
However, there was one question that she couldn't understand.
“Your Majesty, I previously saw some fragments of time related to this person in the mirror world. However, there is a certain place that is completely different from what I actually experienced. I want to know why.”
She mentioned the concubine she encountered during the Qinglong Coffin Riding, who was also of Han Chinese origin and was also favored by King Jinzhu Yelang. No matter how you look at it, they should be the same person.
But the woman she saw in the crystal coffin looked completely different from herself. Why was that?
This question had been bothering her for a long time, so she finally asked it directly.
The Bloodthirsty Demon King pondered for a moment, then took out a red sphere from his robes and handed it to Yan Qing.
"There are some problems you'll have to figure out for yourself."
As soon as Yan Qing got her hands on the red sphere, a magical scene appeared before her eyes, just like the one in the mirror world.
Inside the same room, which still had a distinctly ethnic minority style, were three people. Standing were a man and a woman. The man was clearly the red-clad King Jinzhu Yelang, and the woman was a Han Chinese, who, coincidentally, was also an acquaintance—the one inside the crystal coffin.
The two men stood before a bed, their expressions a mixture of disgust and condescension. Opposite them, a woman was struggling to roll off the bed onto the floor; her skin was a bluish-black, her face covered in lividity, and she appeared to be enduring immense pain.
"Your Majesty, I told you, she is a demon. Countless ancient monsters have died in the mountains. Do you believe me now?"
King Jinzhu Yelang's expression was much more complex, a mixture of shock, reluctance, disgust, disbelief... a whole host of extremely complex emotions appeared on his face, a truly bittersweet feeling.
Ultimately, disgust and fear prevailed, mainly because the woman on the ground looked too frightening. So, King Jinzhu Yelang finally ordered that she be expelled from the country to fend for herself.
As the woman was carried away, she noticed with her sharp eyes that the other person instinctively placed their hand on their stomach. Unfortunately, King Jinzhu Yelang did not notice this, while the beautiful concubine beside him had a dark look in her eyes.
Yan Qing could almost guess what would happen next. The woman had become like this because she had suffered a severe injury, which forced her to reveal her strange form. She was then framed by another concubine, leading to her being rejected by King Jinzhu Yelang.
This explains the origin of the woman in the crystal coffin in the tomb of King Yelang of Jinzhu.
This woman seemed to have discovered that the woman in red was pregnant. Sure enough, what she did next completely opened Yan Qing's eyes.
The scene shifts to a woman in red who is bound hand and foot. Five or six masked men are using long sticks to beat her abdomen mercilessly. Soon, her lower body is covered in blood.
Finally, the Han Chinese concubine specifically instructed that she be thrown into a huge valley called "Dead Man's Gully".
After that, the woman in red never appeared in the Yelang Kingdom again. Not long after, the story unfolded of the high priest secretly poisoning King Jinzhu of Yelang and forcibly seizing power.
Yan Qing returned the red ball to the Bloodthirsty Demon King; there was no need to see what happened next.
"Waaaaah—this sister is so pitiful!"
Xiao Tao looked at Yan Qing with sobs, "But big sister, why do I feel so sad? Also, I have a feeling that this is just a small part of the torment you have suffered. Your real experience is far more tragic than we know."
Yan Qing didn't know how to answer. Her gaze fell on the stone bed, where the woman's sleeping face was serene and beautiful, looking exceptionally peaceful.
"Alas—" The Bloodthirsty Demon King suddenly sighed, "Everyone in the world says how difficult it is for them to live, but they don't know that those who truly suffer are the ones who can't even utter those words—oh no, someone else is coming!"
As soon as he finished speaking, two gusts of wind rushed towards their direction.
It was Yue Qi and the Venerable Yi Jing.
Compared to Yan Qing and the others who were unharmed, these two looked like they had just stumbled in from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. Yue Qi's hair was half burned off, and the old monk's robe was in tatters.
The first thing the two saw upon entering was the stone platform and the woman in red.
However, the two men's actions were completely opposite. "Yue Qi" rushed to the woman's side on the stone bed and began rummaging through drawers and cabinets looking for things.
The old monk, however, reacted in the opposite way. After a long sigh, he took the initiative to perform a Buddhist salute.
“Benefactor, we have finally met.”
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