Chapter 128 The Truth Behind the Resurrection, A Series of Questions…
That night.
The moonlight was cold, and the yin energy gradually settled, plunging the Li residence into an unprecedented tranquility.
Li Ruoxin's room.
The woman, wrapped tightly in the blanket, sat numbly on the bed, seemingly lost in thought, or perhaps pondering something.
A maidservant was attending to her. Looking at her mistress's pale face, which looked frightened by what had happened and needed to be covered with a thick blanket even in the summer night, she couldn't help but feel sorry for her and said, "Miss, it's late, go to sleep."
Li Ruoxin seemed to smile, but her face remained expressionless.
The young maid sighed silently, then offered words of comfort.
"Miss, don't worry. Lord Ji said that tomorrow is the seventh day, and he will use his magic to bring Lu Zhitao's soul back. No matter what the outcome is, you can rest assured."
Miss is too kind. She can't bear to face such a despicable murderer. Aside from shouting for revenge at the beginning, all she says afterward is that she wants to see Lu Zhitao one last time to fulfill her sisterly bond... Sigh, Lu Zhitao is really too much! Damn it! And Miss was so good to her before!
The maidservant lowered her eyes, not daring to say much, but her anger was palpable; she was genuinely indignant on behalf of her young mistress. Li Ruoxin, however, remained silent, sitting on the bed, feeling the sweltering heat of the summer night and the coolness within her body.
She smiled.
The candlelight flickered, accompanied by the chirping of cicadas and the moonlight. The little maid leaned over and blew out the light.
The young lady said she didn't want to see the light of day tonight.
...
Late at night, in a guest room.
Silent and still, without light or shadow, it seemed only a little quieter than usual late at night.
Suddenly, a chill spread, and a sinister aura crept in. Someone sighed softly.
"If it is the mind, if it is the mind, if it is the mind."
As a ghostly, shrill sound rang out, the atmosphere in the room instantly turned dark and eerie, while the woman on the bed, her eyes wide open, remained unresponsive.
The person arrived quietly, without even a sound of footsteps, and stood by the bedside.
She lowered her gaze to the familiar face on the bed, momentarily lost in thought—
So this is how it is from an outsider's perspective.
For many years, she watched herself grow up little by little in the mirror. She was always smiling, wiping away the ubiquitous bloodstains on her cheeks as she smiled.
She had killed many people, feeling immense pleasure each time she committed the act, only to be filled with fear and regret the following day.
When a person dies, their spirit weeps.
But she thought, how can you blame her? How can you come looking for her? Your deaths are clearly an injustice by heaven and a sign that people's hearts have turned to the wrong side.
Why did you come to find her?
But coincidentally, she had lived for almost twenty years and had never truly been satisfied with herself—
Now, her wish has finally come true.
...
"If the heart..."
You must be very lonely.
"It's all my fault. I didn't do it cleanly, and you've suffered for seven days."
"But it's alright, it's alright. Today, I've come to see you off on your final journey."
"Ruoxin, don't blame me. If you have to blame someone, blame yourself for being so foolish."
"In the next life,"
"Don't be silly."
A ghostly voice echoed, and the woman lying on the bed looked terrified, her eyes bulging silently, appearing extremely eerie and chilling.
The killing intent subsided, and her soul trembled. Finally, as if hearing a call, accompanied by that all-too-familiar voice in her ear, she closed her eyes—
Hiss,
"who!"
The soft sound of a candle flickered, and the room seemed to be filled with a momentary ripple of light and shadow, only to be extinguished by a sudden evening breeze!
The newcomer stood still, her slender hand withdrawing as black mist swirled around her. With her pale face and thin body, she stared intently at her surroundings, resembling a female ghost.
"call"
There was another soft sound, and the candle flame ignited on its own with the wind. The moonlight outside the window was pure white in the flickering light, but in the flash, a figure danced. When you tried to catch it again, the candle flame went out.
Softly, a voice that was all too familiar rang out.
"Zhi Tao,"
"Lu Zhitao,"
"It's me, Ruoxin, Li Ruoxin."
“You just now,”
"Weren't you calling me?"
“Zhi, Tao”.
Finally, Li Ruoxin's voice rang out. The person who was called back hurriedly retreated in the darkness. She wanted to speak, but she gasped for breath when she opened her mouth, as if she was afraid or incredulous.
"Impossible, impossible... How could you possibly come back... Impossible!"
"Clatter"
The candlelight suddenly flickered, shattering the darkness in the silent night. Lu Zhitao retreated hastily, while the woman stared wide-eyed, hesitant and fearful, at the "Lu Zhitao" lying quietly on the bed. As the candlelight dimmed, she unconsciously glanced at the bronze mirror on the dressing table—
That was clearly Li Ruoxin's face!
Thank goodness, she hasn't changed!
She is still Li Ruoxin!
Lu Zhitao's mind eased for a moment, but she stared intently at her reflection in the mirror, as if afraid that her soul would leave this body...
In and out of the mirror, the woman stared intently at her own face. Her complexion was pale and bluish, her cheeks gaunt, and her two black eyes, seemingly about to pop out of their sockets, appeared lifeless, more terrifying than any demon. Accompanied by the faint sound of wind, she stared at herself, stared at herself, stared at herself.
Suddenly, a gust of wind stirred her hair, and in the flickering light and shadow, her eyes widened as she saw another face that she knew all too well appear in her pupils!
That was Lu Zhitao's face...
"ah!"
A panicked cry escaped her lips involuntarily, and Lu Zhitao collapsed to the ground. In the darkness, she looked up and saw "herself" grinning at her.
"Zhi Tao, you called me, how could I not come?"
"Zhi Tao, don't you recognize me?"
"I am Ruoxin, I am your best, your best sister."
"Zhi Tao..."
"No!"
Lu Zhitao shouted, then closed her eyes tightly, "You're talking nonsense! I am Li Ruoxin! You're talking nonsense!"
"Hehehehe,"
A ghostly laugh rang out, as if it had just emerged from hell, carrying endless ghostly energy and resentment, lightly tormenting the hearts of the wicked.
"Zhitao, it's so dark there, it's so dark over there."
"Your heart is black..."
Lu Zhitao gritted her teeth, suppressing all her fear as she opened her eyes and shouted, "Why did you come back! How could you come back!"
"You're dead! How could you come back!"
"Impossible! The ghost immortal would never let you come back!"
"Lu Zhitao" watched her shout like a madwoman, and then she smiled softly, smiling as she moved closer to Lu Zhitao and spoke to her little by little—
"Zhitao, what are you talking about... I don't understand, I don't know what you're talking about..."
"All I know is that when someone asks me who I am, I say I am Li Ruoxin."
“They said no, no, I am Lu Zhitao…”
"But...I am Li Ruoxin..."
"Zhi Tao, how could I be you... How could you be me?"
The eerie voice spoke softly, and Lu Zhitao had already collapsed to the ground. She groped her way back on the ground, staring wide-eyed at "Lu Zhitao," shaking her head desperately, "No, no, I am Li Ruoxin!"
"I am, I am Li Ruoxin, I am Li Ruoxin!"
"Zhitao, what are you saying?"
"Zhi Tao, why do you say that too? Why?"
"Don't you recognize me? Don't you recognize yourself?"
How could that be?
"How could that be?"
Lu Zhitao advanced step by step, until she had nowhere left to retreat and could only look up at her, forced to look at herself.
Finally, she smiled, and she murmured slowly.
"They say the dead person is Lu Zhitao, Lu Zhitao of the Lu family of Qingzhou. The one who set fire to his family, poisoned his birth mother, and finally practiced evil formations to seize other people's bodies."
"Zhi Tao, that's not me."
"So, I'm back."
...
"ah!!!"
Finally, a shrill, piercing sound rang out in the guest room!
In an instant, the entire Li residence was filled with noise. Amidst the bright candlelight, people were wearing their outer garments. Everyone was awakened by these terrifying and high-pitched screams!
"I kill you!"
Inside the guest room, the candles had been lit out sometime during the night, and the light was barely visible in the wind.
Lu Zhitao stared at the dagger hidden in her abdomen, paused for a moment, then slowly raised her head, her eyes meeting Lu Zhitao's as he held the hilt of the knife. Her movements were even somewhat sluggish.
Lu Zhitao appeared both terrified and gleeful at this moment. Blood stained the skin, dripping down, and upon closer inspection, one could even see a hint of madness and obsession in the woman's eyes.
"Li Ruoxin, so what if you're back?!"
"I can kill you once, and I can kill you a hundred or a thousand times!"
"If you die, who will know who I am!"
"Li Ruoxin! Hahahahahaha!"
"If the mind! If the mind! If the mind..."
"I kill you……"
"Lu Zhitao," or rather, Li Ruoxin didn't speak. She was just quiet, with some pain, her hand trembling yet incredibly determined, her gaze focused as she followed the blood flowing from her abdomen, tightly inserted into the hilt of the knife.
Finally, she looked at the person in front of her.
She looked at the person in front of her with Lu Zhitao's face, Lu Zhitao's eyes, and Lu Zhitao's tears.
She smiled and said,
"yes,"
"Zhi Tao, you've done it again,"
“Killed me.”
...
"Clang—Smash—"
"Squeak."
The dagger finally fell to the ground sometime later, accompanied by the sound of a folding fan closing softly. The door was also casually pushed open.
Lu Zhitao collapsed to the ground. Strangely, there was no blood on her hands, and even the dagger had disappeared. Yet, she felt a sharp pain in her abdomen, a pain so intense that she felt she was injured. She tried desperately to get up and search for everything from the previous moment. She struggled frantically, but could only clutch her abdomen, staring in horror at the dust and debris on the ground.
Moonlight streamed through the doorway and onto the floor, gradually revealing human figures.
Lu Zhitao didn't look up; she seemed to be still in a daze, yet also as if she had never been lost in thought.
She followed the long shadow cast by the moonlight and candlelight, chanting, "Save me, save me!"
"Lu Zhitao's spirit has returned! She's going to kill me! She's going to—"
Her voice seemed to suddenly catch in its throat, and endless bitterness and jealousy exploded in her heart, slowly climbing up to her throat and choking her mind.
Lu Zhitao looked up, staring intently at the calm woman in front of her.
The woman looked at her without smiling, just staring at her quietly. Such a bright face, such a cold gaze, such a powerful person... Under the moonlight, she truly inspired both envy and utter disgust.
"Demon-woman".
Finally, Lu Zhitao looked at Qingyu, raised her head, gritted her teeth, and read each word with utmost arrogance.
"You—this—witch."
Qingyu looked down at her and asked, "I am a demoness, and what about you?"
"Are you really Li Ruoxin?"
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