Lin Hongye hid the witch's inner core.
After that, she drank a bowl of witch's blood every day. Gradually, she became younger and younger, her aged face became rosy, and even her dry skin gradually became fair and tender.
She naturally dared not let outsiders discover that she had become younger. Every day when she went out, she dressed herself up to look as old as before and claimed that the witch had left the village and that the villagers should not look for her anymore.
The villagers respected her greatly and believed her words without question, so no one inquired about the witch anymore.
In order to ensure her family members lived as long as she did, she would add some of the witch's blood to her soup every day. Gradually, her family members became healthier and younger.
Due to prolonged bloodletting, the witch's body gradually withered, and she died when the last drop of blood was drawn out.
After the witch died, Lin Hongye placed her in a stone coffin and sealed her away.
Later, Lin Hongye wanted to live with a younger identity, so she faked her death to escape and then returned as the Zhao family's long-lost daughter.
Since then, Lin Hongye and her immediate family members have continued to live.
To avoid being discovered by others, every few decades they would announce their death, secretly go to live outside for more than ten years, and then return as descendants of the Zhao family.
They built their ancestral home at the place where the great demon died, and used the knowledge they had accumulated over the years to do business, gradually becoming the richest people in the area.
Their wealth increased, but so did their troubles.
The effects of the witch's blood diminished over time, and soon Zhao Zhifu's relatives began to die one after another, while her body began to rot.
She panicked.
Now that she is young and beautiful, and the richest woman in City A, she simply cannot bear to die.
She began searching everywhere for ancient remedies, hoping to prolong her life once again.
After tireless efforts, she finally found a way to prolong her life.
Seek out female metaphysicians born in the yin month and yin hour, and use their blood to brew a special medicine that can slow down the decay of their bodies.
However, the effects of the herbal medicine only last for a period of time. To survive, one must constantly seek out female metaphysicians to provide fresh blood.
The number of female metaphysicians is already small, and those born in yin months and yin hours are even fewer. Zhao Zhifu has gone to great lengths to find a suitable person.
She had actually been eyeing Chu Yu for a long time, but she never had the chance. Chu Yu's visit to City A this time provided her with an opportunity.
So, just like before, she set a trap for Chu Yu, and Chu Yu, like everyone else, obediently fell into it and became her elixir.
After listening to Zhao Zhifu recount these past events, Chu Yu felt even more furious.
Such a good demon queen, yet she was killed by her.
"As a metaphysician, it's one thing to do good deeds and accumulate merit, but to use such a cruel method to harm witches and other innocent people, you are more wicked and vicious than those demons and monsters."
Faced with Chu Yu's angry curses, Zhao Zhifu sneered and said with a venomous look in her eyes, "When I was young, I also fought against evil and did good deeds, but what was the use?"
I spent most of my life in poverty and hardship. In my old age, a powerful demon destroyed all my cultivation, and then I contracted a plague and nearly died. The witch was a demon, and since she was a demon, she deserved to die. That her blood could prolong my and my family's lives is her blessing.”
Chu Yu rolled her eyes at her. How could she say such a thing? She was truly shameless.
With a gloomy face, she said, "You have gained longevity by harming others, which means you are destined to die a bad end. Even if you try to reverse it, you will suffer the consequences. Your death is imminent."
Zhao Zhifu was not angry when she heard this. Instead, she sneered disdainfully: "The previous female metaphysicians said similar things before they died. And what happened? They were the ones who died. It will be the same this time. You will be the one who dies."
Do you know why I'm telling you all this? Because, even if you knew my secret, so what? You'd die soon and your soul would be scattered, so no third person would know my secret, hahaha…”
She laughed triumphantly and arrogantly.
Chu Yu looked at her and thought she was extremely ugly.
After laughing, Zhao Zhifu's eyes flashed with murderous intent: "Your time has come. Now, I will let you witness how you die."
She picked up a silver dagger engraved with special runes from the side and, like a demon, walked step by step towards Chu Yu.
She lifted Chu Yu's sleeve, intending to cut the vein in her wrist and drain her blood.
Just as the knife was about to fall, suddenly, a pebble flew from the void, knocking the dagger out of her hand with a snap, and the dagger fell to the ground.
Zhao Zhifu was startled, looked up at the opposite side, and asked urgently, "Who is it?"
The next second, an extremely strong force struck her from behind, sending her flying with a bang.
She screamed and fell two or three meters away, knocking over a row of shelves. The glass jars on the shelves smashed to the ground with a bang, and the blood inside was splattered all over the ground.
Zhao Zhifu was both shocked and furious. She looked up and saw a black vortex in front of her, from which two underworld messengers dressed in black flew out.
The leading ghost messenger was none other than Chu Yu's senior brother, Ye Zhiyuan.
The ghost messengers behind him are soul-collecting agents from the underworld.
Zhao Zhifu's expression changed drastically: "Are you ghost messengers?"
Ye Zhiyuan replied coldly, "Yes, we're here today to take your soul."
The soul-reaper behind him looked at him with cold eyes and said in a cold voice, "Lin Hongye, you have violated the rules of the Yin and Yang realms by using the blood of the Demon Queen to live for 300 years. Now I am going to take you back to face the judgment of the underworld."
Zhao Zhifu was terrified and hurriedly retorted, "No, you can't arrest me. I gave the Ming leader of the underworld a lot of money. He promised me that he would let me live for another thousand years."
The Ming leader is the head of the soul-collecting messengers of the underworld.
The reason she and her family were able to live forever without being discovered by the underworld was because they paid money to bribe the leader of the underworld, who then covered for them.
The Soul Reaper scoffed disdainfully: "Chief Ming was caught a month ago for embezzlement and bribery. He's been arrested and thrown into the 18th level of hell. You still want him to be your backer so you can live a life of ignominy? You're dreaming."
Zhao Zhifu's expression changed again. No wonder no one accepted the paper money she burned for Chief Ming before; it turned out he had already been arrested.
She cursed under her breath, but with no other choice, she had a sudden idea. She put on a fawning expression and said to Ye Zhiyuan and the Soul Reaper, "I have a lot of money. If you two are willing to let me go, I can burn a lot of money for you so that you can enjoy endless wealth and glory in the underworld."
Upon hearing this, a cold glint flashed in the Soul Reaper's eyes. He flicked his black robe, and a powerful force flew out, slapping her across the cheek with a resounding crack.
Zhao Zhifu's face was instantly swollen from the blow.
"Even on the verge of death, you still dare to bribe the ghost messengers; your crime is compounded."
Zhao Zhifu covered her swollen cheek, her anger surging within her.
Unexpectedly, the two ghost messengers were not tempted by money.
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