The one outside... isn't my brother.
So, where did the real older brother go?
As Nan Xian considered a certain possibility, grief cut like a sharp blade into her heart, and an uncontrollable sob escaped from her throat.
The voice came again—
"Xiaoxian—are you upstairs?"
A heavy, slow footstep stepped up the stairs and gradually approached.
Nan Xian slid down against the wardrobe wall and fell to the ground, closing her eyes in despair.
Dad, Mom, Brother...
They are all dead.
Am I going to die too?
The light filtering through the wardrobe was blocked by a dark shadow.
"So you were here—Xiaoxian—"
The brother's voice suddenly became strange, with a high-pitched tone, and he couldn't hide the excitement in his voice.
He chuckled, his eyes instantly turning blood red. He tossed Nan Yi's head aside, his fingernails growing outwards and transforming into sharp claws, which he then extended towards Nan Xian.
Nan Xian remained motionless and huddled in the air, but suddenly opened her eyes just as the claw was about to touch her.
The demon wearing Nan Yi's mask sensed something, its expression changed as if it had seen something extremely terrifying, it said "Damn it," and hurriedly withdrew its hand.
Nan Xian's eyes shone brightly with golden light, her hair moved without wind, her expression was indifferent, as if she had become a different person, and her thin lips parted slightly—
"Earthly fire reflects the moon, all spirits return to their divine form, break!"
The electrocardiogram monitor sounded an alarm, waking Situ Ting, who was watching over her bedside.
She glanced at the suddenly rising numbers on the instrument, and her eyes suddenly lit up.
She jumped up, looking hopefully at Nan Xian on the bed, nervously licking her lips, her heart pounding in her throat.
"May the Jade Emperor, Buddha, and Guanyin Bodhisattva protect you; you must wake up..."
Nan Xian's fingers twitched. She struggled to open her heavy eyelids and looked at Situ Ting sluggishly.
"What's wrong with me?" she asked, her voice barely audible, as if she were a mosquito buzzing.
When she saw that Nan Xian had woken up, Situ Ting almost burst into tears. She clasped her hands together in prayer, then held Nan Xian's hand, her face full of excitement.
"Nan Xian, you're amazing!" She leaned closer, her eyes sparkling with admiration, and said very seriously, enunciating each word clearly, "You slayed a thousand-year-old demon!"
Nan Xian: ......Huh?
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