She didn't know how much time had passed, but when Chu Yu woke up, she found herself lying in a laboratory.
She lay on a cold stone bed, her hands and feet bound by specially made iron chains, unable to move.
The wound on her back was still throbbing, but it had stopped bleeding.
She looked ahead and saw some shelves filled with various experimental instruments and glass jars, the jars containing all sorts of experimental samples.
The test subjects were extremely bloody, resembling human or animal entrails and blood; just looking at them sent chills down your spine.
"Oh, you woke up so quickly. As expected of a disciple of Daoist Changfeng, your physical condition is excellent."
A woman's teasing voice came from across the street.
Chu Yu looked up and saw Zhao Zhifu, dressed in a black dress, walking towards her from the opposite side.
Chu Yu looked at her, her eyes turning cold, and asked angrily, "I exorcised evil spirits from your ancestral home, but you plotted against me. How insidious! What do you want to do by tying me up here?"
Zhao Zhifu approached her, a gentle yet eerie smile playing on her lips, and softly reassured her, "Chu Yu, don't be afraid. I tied you up here just to borrow a little of your blood."
Chu Yu recalled what the female guest had told her earlier, and said with a sharp look in her eyes, "Three female metaphysicians came to your ancestral home to exorcise evil spirits before, and they all died tragically, turning into mummies. I guess those female metaphysicians were also ambushed by you, and then you drained their blood until they died and turned into mummies."
Zhao Zhifu raised her eyebrows: "You guessed right, and you're next."
Chu Yu angrily asked, "Why did you do this?"
Zhao Zhifu didn't want to say anything more to her, and snorted coldly: "A dying person doesn't need to ask too many questions. However, don't even think about becoming a ghost after you die and seeking revenge on me. I will beat you to a pulp and make you disappear from this world completely."
"You are truly wicked!"
After scrutinizing her sharply, Chu Yu guessed, "I smell a rotten odor on you. Your body has already started to rot inside. Those three female metaphysicians were all born in the Yin month and Yin hour, and so am I."
Our blood can slow down the decay of your body, which is why you devised the plan to bring us here.
A hint of surprise flashed in Zhao Zhifu's eyes: "You actually guessed that, you're smarter than those other metaphysicians."
Chu Yu scoffed and voiced her suspicion: "Actually, your true identity is not the eldest daughter of the Zhao family, but Lin Hongye, the matriarch of the Zhao family who died 300 years ago."
Zhao Zhifu's expression changed instantly, and she hurriedly denied it with some guilt: "What nonsense are you talking about? How could I be the Zhao family matriarch from 300 years ago? She died long ago."
Seeing her guilty and anxious appearance, Chu Yu curled up a mocking sneer: "You can fool the world, but you can't fool my eyes. Your body looks young and beautiful, but it is actually very old. If it weren't for the special blood that keeps it alive, it would probably have rotted away and become ugly long ago."
These words struck a nerve with Zhao Zhifu, who angrily yelled at Chu Yu, "Nonsense, utter nonsense!"
Seeing her reaction, Chu Yu became even more certain of her suspicions.
“I guessed it all, why deny it? Your immediate family members have all lived for over 300 years, but in recent years, their bodies have decomposed faster, and they couldn’t find blood to prolong their lives, so they died one after another. Now you are the only one left.”
The eldest brother said in the group that after the Zhao family's ancestor died, his soul never returned to the underworld. Chu Yu thought about it carefully and guessed that the Zhao family's ancestor might not have died at all, but survived by some means, which is why the underworld did not receive their soul.
As it turned out, her guess was correct.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Zhifu was initially flustered, but then calmed down and looked at her with a gloomy gaze, saying, "Chu Yu, you actually guessed all this. You're incredibly clever. But even if you're clever, so what? You're going to die soon."
Zhao Zhifu pointed to the items on the opposite shelf, her eyes flashing with a cruel light: "See those bottles and jars? The internal organs and blood inside belong to those metaphysicians. Soon, your internal organs and blood will also be stored in there."
Chu Yu looked at the bottles and jars, and a cold anger welled up in her heart.
Those metaphysicians didn't die at the hands of demons and monsters, but were assassinated by her; it was such a waste.
This woman is a demon with no moral compass, more terrifying than any monster or demon.
Chu Yu composed herself and said coldly, "I am Fu Yunche's dance partner. I also have several senior brothers. If you really kill me, they will come to settle accounts with you soon. At that time, you will not be able to escape."
Zhao Zhifu smiled slyly: "So what if you have a powerful backer? You came to my ancestral home to exorcise evil spirits, just like other metaphysicians. In the end, you were killed by that nine-tailed fox demon. Even if they were unwilling, so what? After all, you, as a metaphysician, sacrificed yourself while slaying demons. For you, it was a glorious way to die, and you can't blame anyone else."
Chu Yu's expression turned cold. The previous metaphysicians had died tragically, and everyone assumed they had died at the hands of the nine-tailed fox demon, so no one bothered Zhao Zhifu.
Zhao Zhifu's move was quite clever.
After cursing under his breath, Chu Yu looked at her sharply and said, "You are also a metaphysician. You collected the remaining demonic energy of that great demon, didn't you? You stored that demonic energy in that Bagua pool, and when needed, you summoned it to harm people."
Zhao Zhifu frankly admitted: "I collected them. That great demon has been dead for 300 years. If I hadn't collected and properly preserved his demonic energy, it probably would have dissipated long ago."
Chu Yu stared at her intently for a moment, then, thinking of what happened 300 years ago, he said, "300 years ago, you weren't the one who fought the great demon, were you? With your strength, you were no match for that great demon at all, yet you had someone record in the family genealogy that you killed that great demon. You stole someone else's credit; how despicable!"
Zhao Zhifu was startled, her gaze darkening as she urgently asked, "How do you know about the great demon war 300 years ago?"
Everyone who knew the inside story except her was dead. Moreover, few people knew the truth back then. How did Chu Yu, a modern person, know it?
Chu Yu didn't answer her question, but went straight to the question that had been puzzling her for a long time: "You and the plaque you put in the ancestral hall both have the aura of the Demon Queen. What exactly is your relationship with that Demon Queen?"
Zhao Zhifu raised an eyebrow: "Who is the Demon Queen?"
Chu Yu sneered, "Stop pretending. How could you not know who she is? Back then, didn't you steal her credit for slaying the great demon?"
Zhao Zhifu's expression changed instantly: "It's her!"
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