After hearing this, he looked at me with a fake expression of distress and said, "How could it be my fault? The one who hurt you was Jiu Yue. Didn't you see all of this in the psychic mirror?"
The more he talked, the stranger it seemed to me. Why did he know so much about our affairs?
Moreover, the Mirror of Spirits—all those seemingly unbelievable things from my past life originated from it.
"Who exactly are you?" Ye Lisheng seemed to realize this question as well, and questioned him.
"No matter who I am, I must take both of your lives today!"
"Is that so? I'd like to see what you'll use to take our lives!"
He was about to stand up when he found himself weak all over, and then he saw Wang Qiaochuan looking at the two of us with a wicked smile.
Suddenly I remembered that he had sprinkled white powder on the flower.
This must be why Ye Lisheng couldn't muster any strength.
"You're despicable!" I yelled.
He chuckled twice, as if to boast about how clever he was.
“The Prince of Anyang is invincible, but I can’t guarantee that I can make you obedient, so I used some tricks.”
"Now that you have everything under control, can you tell us who you are and why you keep harming us?"
At this point, a blue figure came into view.
Murong Kui's face had healed at some point, and she now wore a cold expression.
"You should also blame yourself for being stupid, otherwise how could you have fallen into our hands in two lifetimes?"
"Telling you won't hurt, since you're going to die anyway."
“I am a lingering vengeful spirit in the Well of Spirits, unwilling to enter the cycle of reincarnation for a long time, because I have committed too many sins and even if I were to enter the cycle of reincarnation, I would only be able to enter the animal realm.”
"So I've been lurking in the well, waiting for an opportunity, and finally I got it."
As he recalled those memories, everyone was transported back to that time.
By constantly absorbing the resentment of others to strengthen himself, Wang Qiaochuan was eventually able to transform into a wisp of black smoke and wander back and forth in hell.
Finally, he found a way to restore his body, escape hell, and achieve immortality.
His scarlet eyes looked at the white red spider lilies.
By sheer chance, while he was consuming the resentment of others in the Well of Reincarnation, he accidentally stole their memories.
That person was a lowly servant girl in the Nine Nether Cave.
She told me that Demon Lord Jiuyue was heading to Hell to find Flower Spirit in order to find a way to cure Baizhi.
In fact, as long as Hua Ling is willing to give up his spiritual energy, that's fine. But only if Hua Ling has a strong resentment and throws himself into this well of reincarnation will he have a chance to leave this place and gain immortality.
The green ghostly flames flickered, making the path ahead look unreal. Without guidance, one would surely think that one had stepped into an abyss.
At this moment, at the end of the red lotus flames, stood a man dressed in white with black hair, a handsome face, and an extraordinary aura.
His eyes, as deep as the stars, seemed to be searching for something.
Suddenly, a silver light emanated from his hand and drifted to the left like clouds, as if guiding the way ahead.
Just as he was about to leave, a wisp of black mist appeared before his eyes.
The black mist did not take on a human form; instead, it emanated a resentful aura and surrounded him.
"It is truly an honor to welcome the Demon Lord in September."
This is what Wangqiaochuan originally looked like.
He snorted coldly, seemingly utterly disdainful: "A piece of trash like you dares to appear before me!"
As he spoke, he waved his wide sleeves, about to use his magic to obliterate him.
At the critical moment, Wang Qiaochuan spoke up: "I know where Hua Ling is!"
This trick worked perfectly, and September stopped what she was doing.
"You investigated me?"
"The Demon Lord is of noble status. How dare we lowly wretches investigate him? We only happened to hear about him from the vengeful spirits in the Nine Nether Cave."
Demon Lord Jiuyue has always been cold and aloof, and enjoys killing. Fearing that something might happen to him, Wang Qiaochuan quickly got to the point.
"The Demon Lord won't be able to find the Flower Spirit this way. Unless she senses something she really likes, she won't appear among the flowers."
"Do you know where she is?" September asked.
He walked forward without saying a word, and September, wanting to know the location of the Flower Spirit, couldn't help but follow.
The white hem of her dress had been scorched by the red lotus flames at some point.
You won't know the mystery of this hell until you come here; it's a dark and gloomy place everywhere.
Although there was firelight, only the servants of hell and the souls of the dead could see it clearly; otherwise, like in September, everything would appear as a dark and foggy blur.
If he had been guided by Wangqiaochuan, he would probably have gotten lost here as well.
The dark mass in front of him stopped, and he stopped in his tracks as well.
As the thick fog dissipated, the view gradually became clear and open.
As far as the eye can see, there is a vast expanse of pure white red spider lilies, as clean as the first snow of winter, so pristine that one dares not disturb it.
"Your Highness, the Flower Spirit is within these Manjusaka flowers!"
"But I don't know exactly how to summon her."
September slightly raised her eyes, her gaze towards him carrying a hint of nonchalance.
"Speak, whatever your request is, I will fulfill it."
Seeing his scheme succeed, Wang Qiaochuan couldn't help but let out a sly laugh: "Demon Lord, you're being too polite."
"I am willing to help the Demon Lord and dare not ask for any conditions!"
Who is September? At the beginning of the creation of heaven and earth, he emerged victorious from the war between immortals and demons. In the end, the demons were defeated, and he led a group of people to hide in the Nine Nether Cave.
Wang Qiaochuan's little tricks had long been seen through.
But he didn't say anything, saying it was just a vengeful spirit and nothing to worry about.
What he didn't know was that his decision would plunge him into disaster.
Hearing this, Ye Lisheng was deeply shocked and could not calm down for a long time.
He couldn't understand past lives and present lives, nor could he understand that Wangqiaochuan had lived for a hundred years.
"The grudges from the past life weren't properly resolved, which is why they've dragged on into the next life," he muttered to himself, frowning.
It seems that everything started because of myself.
“We can start over, as long as you cut the dagger into her heart and take her heart’s blood, just like in our past life.”
Murong Kui said hopefully.
It seems that she was always following in his footsteps in her past life, and she never expected that she would be doing the same in this life.
He looked at her with complicated emotions, feeling something he couldn't quite describe.
"You were as beautiful as a gardenia, but how did you end up like this?" He sighed with some regret at the end.
His affectionate gaze fell upon me, and suddenly I felt a warmth in my palm; it was his large hand that had grasped my heart.
The warmth emanating from his palm was so comforting and wonderful.
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