As Yi Fanxing collapsed, the white-clad pianist outside, who had been unconscious, suddenly awoke.
He suddenly sat up, startling Ma Qi and Zheng Wangyun.
"It's come back to life!"
March's sword was pointed directly at the white-clad musician.
The man in white playing the zither also looked at the two of them with surprise. At this moment, the look in his eyes was completely different from the emptiness he had shown before.
Who are you?
"So you can talk." Zheng Wangyun looked him over, then glanced at the mural.
Although they couldn't enter the murals, they could see everything happening inside them clearly, and even felt as if they were there.
"Fellow Daoists, I am Fang Wei'an from the Lingdan Sect."
Fang Wei'an stood up, feeling extremely tired, as if all his strength had been drained.
Zheng Wangyun stared at Fang Wei'an in astonishment, seemingly finding it hard to believe, "You're actually Fang Wei'an from the Spirit Pill Sect!"
After a moment of shock, he looked disgusted. "A member of the Spirit Pill Sect, actually messing around with a female ghost, and shamelessly engaging in sexual intercourse in public. Now you know your body is weak?"
Fang Wei'an's already pale face turned even more astonished as he discovered he was completely naked.
Looking at the disgusted expressions on Ma Qi and Zheng Wangyun's faces, he knew that what they said must be true.
How could someone who loves his wife so deeply be involved with a female ghost?
How could he do something to betray his wife?
He started dressing awkwardly, unsure how to face his wife.
It was just... why is it like this?
"Master killed her, killed her..."
Just then, Zheng Wangyun shouted loudly at the mural.
Fang Wei'an then looked at the mural. The woman in the mural held a long sword with powerful sword energy, and the shadow of a white tiger behind her was straight and fierce.
The dust that had been swirling in front of her gradually settled, revealing the half-exposed face of a female ghost in red.
"Yi Fanxing!"
He recognized Yi Fanxing at a glance.
Zheng Wangyun casually remarked, "It seems you and this female ghost are indeed in love. Even now that you're awake, you still recognize her."
Fang Wei'an approached the mural, and for some unknown reason, he disappeared from the spot, leaving his image in the mural.
"How did he do that?" Zheng Wangyun quickly stood in the spot where Fang Weian had been, but no matter how he tried, he couldn't get into the mural.
...
Wei Qinghe condensed the sword formation again, "You actually killed so many alchemists for your own selfish reasons."
"Fellow Daoist, please show mercy!" Fang Wei'an instantly appeared in front of Yi Fanxing, raising his arms to protect her.
Wei Qinghe looked at Fang Wei'an with displeasure. "If I'm not mistaken, you must be Fang Wei'an!"
Fang Wei'an nodded silently, but dared not look into Wei Qinghe's eyes, nor did he ask Wei Qinghe why she knew his identity.
Wei Qinghe looked at his lowered eyes, and then at Yi Fanxing, who was staring intently at Fang Wei'an's back.
"I thought you really loved your wife, but I never imagined you had already fallen for someone else and been with Yi Fanxing for ten years. You must have been doing it willingly!"
"Ten years!" Fang Wei'an finally raised his eyes, looking at Wei Qinghe with a puzzled expression.
He seemed somewhat unwilling to believe that he had been here for ten years.
Wei Qinghe believed Fang Yun's words, but she also knew that people's hearts were fickle.
"You've been with Yi Fanxing for ten years, you've probably already forgotten your seriously ill wife, haven't you?"
If Fang Wei'an's Daoist heart is firm and his original intention remains unchanged, he should not be tempted by Yi Fanxing.
Fang Wei'an turned to look at Yi Fanxing, whose body was already showing signs of becoming transparent.
"Ten years have really passed? Didn't you tell me that I only needed to stay with you for seven days and you would let me go up there so I could get the medicinal herbs I needed? How could you... how could you..."
His pale face had turned red, and he looked as if he was reluctant to speak.
Yi Fanxing gave a self-deprecating laugh, "Ten years have passed, and now you're questioning me about why seven days turned into ten years. It's because you're addicted to this place, and you don't want to leave."
"You keep saying you love your wife, but ask yourself honestly, do you really love her? Do you truly love her, or are you just being good to her out of a sense of responsibility?"
Fang Wei'an fell silent again, his expression showing some struggle.
It's clear that what Yi Fanxing said is true; he didn't really love his wife that much, and his feelings for her were mostly just a sense of responsibility.
"You know perfectly well that I survive by absorbing the life force of alchemists, yet you've always helped me, haven't you?"
Yi Fanxing actually started to cry while laughing, "Fang Wei'an, you never loved your wife at all. You've always loved my sister. You couldn't have my sister, so you sought solace in me!"
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