Blood Flower
A familiar fragrance wafted over and gently landed beside Wang Xiaoxia's body, gradually merging with the scent of the red spider lilies and disappearing into the sea of flowers. This was the fragrance that Wang Xiaoxia had searched for with all her might, and it turned out to be at the end of her life.
Wang Yue bent down and touched her neck; she was completely dead.
The red spider lilies bloomed brightly all over the ground. Wang Yue gently picked a few flowers and sprinkled the petals on Wang Xiaoxia's body, like a blood-red quilt tightly covering her.
Cui Heng lay not far away, covered in blood. It was fortunate that he had exhausted all his strength to save a corpse. Wang Yue walked over, squatted down, and checked his breathing. Fortunately, Bai Ze was tough and his injuries were not serious; he had only drowned. She pointed and lifted his body with a light touch, and countless drops of water rose from Cui Heng's body. She pointed again, and the water obediently fell back into the River of Oblivion.
The sudden rush of air into his lungs caused Cui Heng to cough violently. He struggled to sit up from the ground, feeling as if he were being whipped all over, his back heaving violently from the coughing.
"Cough cough~"
"You're awake?" Wang Yue asked Cui Heng calmly as she squatted down beside him, the round fan in her hand swaying gently.
Cui Heng sat on the ground with some difficulty. His obsession led him to search for Wang Xiaoxia beside him. Only when he saw her ashen face did he stagger over and gently stroke her cold body.
"What's wrong with her?" Cui Heng asked, his voice trembling.
She looked like she was dead, but he refused to believe she was dead. How could a puppet choose to die?
"Dead," Wang Yue replied calmly.
These words were like a knife stabbing into Cui Heng's heart, making even breathing painful.
"No, she has a puppet gu on her body," Cui Heng insisted, his eyes fixed on the ashen face.
His heart felt as if something had suddenly twisted it tightly, making it hard to breathe and causing him unbearable pain. Yet, he stubbornly thought: If the mother Gu doesn't die, how can the child Gu die?
Wang Yue stood coldly behind him, and with a wave of her hand, countless spider lilies rose in the wind and swirled in mid-air, revealing Wang Xiaoxia's body covered with dense, black and red holes like a sieve.
"Do you think you can use a mere Gu to toy with life and disregard the netherworld?" Wang Yue said coldly.
When those countless bloody holes appeared, the last bit of hope that Cui Heng held in his heart vanished. He knelt on the ground, prostrate, the veins on his forehead bulging from the immense pain. He gritted his teeth, feeling suffocated and unable to breathe, until even his eyes turned bloodshot.
"Xiaoxia," Cui Heng muttered through gritted teeth, his hands tightly gripping her cold, ashen hands. He couldn't help but cough twice, almost coughing up his heart and lungs.
He remembered that Xiaoxia was such a person who was afraid of pain. He wondered what kind of determination she had to face death to stab herself so many times.
Wang Yue calmly watched Cui Heng's every move. She lowered her hand, and countless petals fell on Wang Xiaoxia's body, covering her tightly.
Cui Heng lowered his head and buried his face in that cold hand. For some reason, without Xiao Xia, he felt that life had lost its meaning.
But he was unwilling to accept that she had died like that. Her hatred and resentment had not yet been resolved, so how could she have died?
"Who are you? Do you have any way to save her?" Cui Heng asked, raising his face, his eyes still fixed on Wang Xiaoxia's corpse.
Wang Yue lingered behind him for two steps, then suddenly smiled coldly when she saw the demon token hanging at his waist.
"Who I am is not important, but it is said that the demon beast Bai Ze hates humans the most in this life. This woman is just an ordinary mortal. Since you hate mortals so much, why do you want to save a mortal now?" Wang Yue asked with a cold snort.
She didn't know what the demon beast was thinking. It wouldn't be easy to save her little one now. She wondered if he could give it a try.
"Just tell me how to do it," Cui Heng replied calmly.
If it could save Wang Xiaoxia's life, he would brave mountains of knives and seas of fire.
Wang Yue smiled faintly. It seemed that this demon had fallen in love with Xiaoxia and was much more reliable than Wu Huan.
“Wangchuan has taken her soul. She was already dead, and it’s already difficult for her to live to this day with the help of the puppet Gu in her body. She can’t live anymore. However, if we can save her soul, she can choose whether to be a human or a ghost,” Wangyue said calmly from behind Cui Heng.
This was Wang Xiaoxia's only chance of survival. Her life had been taken by the River of Oblivion, and it was time for the River of Oblivion to return it.
"What do you want?" Cui Heng simply asked.
Now that there's a way to save her, all that's left to discuss are the conditions. He'll do anything for her as long as she comes back to life.
"It is said that the Soul-Suppressing Cauldron is an ancient divine artifact that can gather souls. A hundred years ago, the Demon Clan's Crown Prince lost his life while searching for the Soul-Suppressing Cauldron. Since you killed him, you should know where the Soul-Suppressing Cauldron is now," Wang Yue said bluntly, not forgetting to glance at Cui Heng.
Back then, Si Ye's soul had come to the Netherworld Ferry to find her, so she naturally knew that the Ghost Clan had been wronged. Over the past hundred years, she had secretly investigated several times, and the illegitimate son of the Demon King who returned with the cauldron was naturally the most suspicious.
The fact that Bai Ze has suddenly appeared in the River of Oblivion with me must mean that he has a special identity, and the token on his waist belongs to the royal family of the demon realm.
So the Demon King's so-called illegitimate child was simply replaced by Bai Ze.
Cui Heng immediately realized that his identity had been exposed, but saving his son was the most important thing right now.
"What do you need the Soul-Suppressing Cauldron for?" Cui Heng couldn't help but ask. Back then, I was also obsessed with this Soul-Suppressing Cauldron and had asked him the same question.
Wang Yue just smiled faintly. Why would she need something that men use?
“I don’t need your cauldron. As an auspicious beast, your blood can resist the filth of the River of Oblivion. If you can find that cauldron and refine the Soul-Guiding Wax with your heart’s blood, you might be able to draw Wang Xiaoxia’s soul out of the River of Oblivion,” Wang Yue explained.
“Alright, then I’ll go refine the Soul-Guiding Wax. You just wait here for me,” Cui Heng immediately agreed.
“Wait, there’s one more thing,” Wang Yue added immediately.
"What is it?" Cui Heng asked.
“I have a servant in my Wangyue Pavilion named Bad Guy. He went missing in the Ghost Realm some time ago. I will not tell anyone about your identity, but I hope you can help me bring my man back safely,” Wangyue said as she discussed her conditions.
This was not a difficult task for Cui Heng; he was just a little devil, probably under Wu Huan's command.
“Okay, I promise you,” Cui Heng readily agreed.
"What day of the month is it today?" Cui Heng stood up and asked.
"On the fifth day," Wang Yue replied.
“There’s still time,” Cui Heng said.
He stretched out his hand, and suddenly a knife appeared in his hand. He slashed his palm, and blood gushed out and flowed upwards, turning into a blood-red candle in his palm.
He handed the candle to Wangyue and said only:
"This is made from my own blood and bones. Although it is not as useful as the one refined in the Soul-Suppressing Cauldron, placing it on her head can keep her soul from perishing for seven days."
“Okay,” Wang Yue replied, reaching out to take the candle and placing it on Wang Xiaoxia’s head to light it.
Cui Heng still hadn't returned, and Cang Ze grew increasingly anxious and restless. The wound in his heart ached constantly, as if a knife was grinding back and forth on the wound, making him anxious and suffocated.
It was late at night, but one of the lights in his room remained on. For some reason, he suddenly became afraid of the dark. He stared with bloodshot eyes, unable to fall asleep. Gazing at the flickering flames in the lamplight, he gradually drifted off to sleep.
It was as if time had turned back a hundred years. He pushed open the door and saw her standing in front of him in her wedding dress. Under the lamplight, the bright red wedding dress made her face look rosy and beautiful. She lowered her head and smiled radiantly as she looked away to hide her shyness. She was so beautiful, as beautiful as a painting.
Under the cover of night, the knife, gleaming with a chilling light, plunged viciously into her heart, tearing the exquisite painting to shreds with that same cold light.
He watched helplessly as she lay in a pool of blood, her captivating eyes fixed on him until her pupils gradually dilated and her body grew cold.
The room was filled with a strong smell of blood, the smell she hated most.
He coldly leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Kill!"
A sharp pain shot through his chest, as if he were being ripped apart but couldn't be pulled away, causing excruciating pain and making it hard to breathe. Large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. He gritted his teeth, his veins bulging, and pulled himself out of his sleep.
His chest felt incredibly tight, as if something was blocking his breathing. He couldn't help but cough lightly, but a large mouthful of blood gushed out, staining the bedding on his body red.
"Brother Cangze, what's wrong?" Muhe's voice came from the doorway. She was dressed in red and had no makeup on. She walked towards him with light steps. In the dim light, she had a clear and beautiful look.
The entire room had been decorated in a bright red color, and the dim lighting made it impossible for Mu He to tell what was wrong with Cang Ze. She only saw a light on in his room and wanted to come over and ask why her brother hadn't returned yet, but instead saw him waking up from a nightmare and coughing violently.
She reached out and handed Cang Ze a cup of tea. Cang Ze took a sip and handed it back. After vomiting blood, the tightness in his chest lessened considerably, but the nightmare was hard to shake off. He looked at Mu He with a dazed gaze, as if he saw a young woman in a wedding dress standing beside him.
It was as if time had never passed; he was now in the same room he had lived in a hundred years ago, and she was looking at him with a smile.
"Xiao Xia," Cang Ze murmured, pulling Mu He's hand over.
"What?" Mu He didn't hear clearly at first.
But Cangze didn't give her a chance to react. He grabbed her and made her stumble and fall into his arms. He rolled over and pinned Muhe down beneath him before kissing her.
"Brother Cangze, we haven't..." Muhe said somewhat reluctantly.
But Cangze wouldn't let her argue any further, and kissed her even more passionately. Muhe pushed him away slightly, then stopped struggling, letting him tear off her clothes to reveal her snow-white skin.
As if he had wanted to do it a hundred years ago, he held her in his arms, his cold body exhaling hot breath that brushed against her ears and temples. In the dim light, they entwined and embraced each other tightly.
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