It was already evening when they returned to the White Moon Cult.
Shang Qinghan was bound hand and foot by his disciples, with a dagger stuck in his chest.
Si Jin stepped forward and examined it.
The dagger struck his heart; once it was pulled out, he would die.
"This dagger is..."
"It seems that your mother stabbed her there." The junior disciple pointed to Gu Xinyun, who lay lifeless on the icy bed beside him.
His hair was disheveled, his eyes were wide open, and his hands were covered in blood.
Si Jin was startled for a moment and immediately asked Xiao Yao to search for the scene before Shang Qinghan was injured.
Sure enough, he opened Gu Xinyun's door, attempting to manipulate the Gu worms to force Gu Xinyun to wake up.
But the moment the woman opened her eyes, she grabbed the dagger used for peeling fruit from the low table by the bed and stabbed it into Shang Qinghan's heart.
The original owner's mother had actually passed away long ago.
Even if they are controlled by the Gu worms, even if they only have one breath left.
They should also take out their knives and kill Shang Qinghan, that beast who slaughtered her entire family and destroyed everything she owned!
He was killed by the white moonlight he had been pursuing for so many years.
For Shang Qinghan, this ending was both dramatic and incredibly real.
The moment Gu Xinyun stabbed Shang Qinghan, the disciples sent by Si Jin rushed in and brought both of them out.
Si Jin looked at Shang Qinghan, whose face was pale and who couldn't believe the truth, and a cold smile gradually appeared on her lips.
He took a few steps forward and reached out to his youngest disciple for a long sword.
Then, he slowly turned Gu Xinyun's head towards Shang Qinghan.
*Pfft*
A sword pierced through Shang Qinghan's heart.
He quickly pulled it out, swung it a few times, and chopped off Shang Qinghan's hands and feet.
Blood covered the ground, and the immense pain made it difficult for Shang Qinghan to breathe; he felt like he was living a life worse than death.
But then, Si Jin took out the bone flute and manipulated the Gu worms to burrow into his body.
Using the same method he used to connect with the original owner's mother, Gu Xinyun, he connected with his nerves, keeping him hanging on by a thread and enduring endless pain.
"He won't die for now."
With a clang, Si Jin dropped the blood-stained longsword and ordered, "Take it out and hang it on the edge of the cliff to feed the eagles."
Shang Qinghan was in so much pain that she couldn't take care of herself. In despair, she even forgot to ask for help.
He could only be taken away by his disciples and left on the edge of a cliff where the cold wind howled, left to be battered by wild beasts and pecked at by eagles, dying without a complete corpse.
After having Shang Qinghan taken away, Si Jin turned around and closed Gu Xinyun's unseeing eyes.
He prayed softly, "Rest in peace."
Shang Linyuan lowered his head, and even Xiao Yao in his sea of consciousness stood up and bowed.
In remembrance of this woman who suffered throughout her life yet remained strong and independent.
… …
Seven days later, Si Jin buried Gu Xinyun.
He was buried with the original owner's father, and rested in peace.
At this moment, Shang Qinghan had been tortured to the point of death, and his soul flew into Si Jin's enhanced Soul Shattering Array, screaming in pain.
Si Jin found it annoying, so she simply pulled out his tongue, leaving him to suffer in silence.
And just then, the system's notification sound indicating that the task was completed rang out.
Xiao Yao returned to the system bureau, resuming its life without a waist.
Si Jin remained in the plane, living the same life without a waist.
Shang Linyuan was around twenty years old, full of energy, and had developed a taste for the finer things in life, making him quite irresistible.
Two months after paying respects to the original owner's parents, Shang Linyuan used his own birthday as an excuse to force Si Jin to wear women's clothing.
At night, the candlelight in the bedchamber flickered.
Si Jin, dressed in a red gauze dress, lay on the sandalwood couch, with the little wolf beside her, who kept finding ways to tear the red dress open.
Shang Linyuan knew that Si Jin doted on him, so he became even more unrestrained.
After tearing the red dress a little, he dipped a brush in cinnabar and gently traced it on Si Jin's back, causing the beauty to tremble.
What...are you drawing?
“Paint the peach blossoms, paint the peach blossoms.” Shang Linyuan’s hoarse voice floated in my ears.
She tore off his clothes bit by bit, and then, with a vermilion brush, she painted peach blossoms one by one on Si Jinruyu's back.
Then she tightly held Si Jin's waist, trapping him beside her, and slowly blew on the peach blossoms on his back.
The moment Si Jin blew the cinnabar dry, her eyes were already filled with emotion.
"A-Yuan...no..."
With a trembling voice, she softly called his name.
Her peach blossom eyes were filled with tears, so soft, they were even more beautiful than the peach blossoms he had painted.
Shang Linyuan's heart was struck and began to beat wildly out of control.
He immediately lowered his head and sealed the person's lips with his.
Then, he lowered the bed curtains and continued to savor the little sweet treat he had finally encountered after nineteen years of hardship.
This taste led to marriage.
Once married, it's for life.
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