In modern times, Xiao Tu’s brother loved to keep snakes, so Xiao Tu was practically dealing with them daily. Before Murong You Xue could react, she felt a sharp pain in her arm. She looked down to see the snake had already… After breaking through the skin and tasting the sweet blood, the snake actually burrowed into the flesh. In a panic, it was pulled down and severed into two pieces. Blood flowed incessantly from the arm, leaving a hole where the little snake had entered, terrifying to behold. Gradually, the entire arm turned a bluish-purple hue. This little snake was a notorious venomous creature; once it tasted blood, it would become particularly excited, slowly burrowing into the flesh, sucking the blood bit by bit. Moreover, its fangs were laced with a potent toxin, and even a single bite would spread the poison throughout the body via the bloodstream. Once the toxin reached the heart, death was the only outcome. “Emperor Canglong, save me, save me!” she cried out in desperation, fully aware of the fearsome nature of this little white snake. A golden figure flashed by, and Canglong appeared before everyone, a sinister smile still lingering at the corner of his mouth, his slightly tousled hair covering his deep-set eyes. “You only have one wish, remember? I’ve already saved your life once. What does your matter have to do with me now?” With these words, Murong Youxue was plunged into despair. She had foolishly hoped he would secure her throne. Recalling that day, she realized her chances were exhausted. “Hmph, Lingying, I won’t let you succeed,” she said with a look of determination, biting her teeth, and with a swift motion, she channeled all her power into her right hand and struck her left. In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, and a blood-curdling scream filled everyone’s ears. A severed arm rolled to the ground, and Murong Youxue, covered in blood, lay on the floor, not a single tear from pain in her eyes, only hatred, a fury that could incinerate anyone. Surprise, utter surprise, no one expected she would do something so ruthless, severing her own left arm. “Youxue!” The door was opened once again, and Mo Li, dressed in green, appeared before the crowd. The sight before him made this jade-like man tremble with fear, seeing the blood-soaked figure lying on the ground. “Youxue!” Ignoring all eyes, he rushed to Murong Youxue’s side and helped her up. “Mo Li, it’s you.” For some reason, when Murong Youxue saw Mo Li, she actually smiled, a clean, childlike smile. Her face was pale, her teeth gritted in pain, making a clicking sound, blood staining her sleeves a vivid red, like the call of death. “Why go through all this, Youxue? After thousands of years, why can’t you let go?” Stroking her beautiful hair, Mo Li’s eyes reddened, tears flowing down, dissolving into her sleeves. “Don’t cry. I have no regrets. Loving you, I have no regrets. Accompanying you for a thousand years, I have no regrets.” Her trembling voice echoed through the hall, reaching everyone’s ears. “Murong, why don’t you ever listen to my advice? It was so a thousand years ago, and it’s the same now. Sigh…” Elder Yin’s long sigh resonated in the hall. Silence, only silence. Mo Li’s heartbroken sobs, Murong Youxue’s faint moans, echoed in the hall, stirring the deepest strings in Xiaotu’s heart. “Mo Li, I will always keep the promises I made to you.” With all her remaining strength, Murong Youxue whispered into Mo Li’s ear, her smile resolute, her smile poignant… “I offer my blood, my soul, to become sin, grant me the power of darkness. I will offer everything I have.” Her hoarse voice lingered in the hall as she used her last strength to speak these words. With her fingers dipped in blood, she wrote a series of incomprehensible characters beside her. “Youxue, don’t!” Mo Li reached out to pull her hand back, but it was a step too late. The last stroke was made. Murong Youxue closed her eyes. “Youxue, why be so foolish!” Holding her head tightly to his chest, her blood stained his green robes, his pale hands. Her resolute smile pierced his eyes, his heart… His hand caressed her face, wiping away the blood from her lips, only to find more flowing out, the bright red blood emitting a strong scent of blood. “This is not good, that’s the Curse of Sin!” The four elders exclaimed in unison. The door slammed shut with a “bang,” and a dark aura enveloped the room, sending chills down everyone’s spine. “Kill, kill, kill,” echoed in Wang Xie’s mind, the scent of blood, the presence of his kin. “Do you hear that sound?” he asked, but everyone shook their heads, not understanding what he was talking about. “Lingying, I will return soon, and then, I will wash the world in blood, hahaha…” A mad voice echoed in Xiaotu’s mind, a familiar voice, the one from her dreams, the woman who sucked blood, who looked exactly like her. Countless screams, moans, and the sound of flowing blood; the smell of blood actually sparked a desire, a craving for that delicious blood. “Delicious blood,” she was startled by her own strange thought. How could she have such an idea? Surprise and fear overwhelmed her. “Lingying, remember, remember you are me, and I am you. Never try to escape from me; we are one.” The voice faded away, but those two sentences were deeply etched in Xiaotu’s mind. Others felt no anomaly, just the hall gradually enveloped by a heavy darkness, making breathing oppressive. Murong Youxue’s body began to rise, surrounded by black gas, forming a skull that opened its ghastly mouth and swallowed her. Mo Li was repelled by the powerful magic, clutching her clothes, tearing off a piece of purple-red fabric. “Youxue…” His shout was drowned out by the roaring wind. The door remained shut, windows tightly closed, yet a chilling black wind blew, carrying the scent of blood. The black mist disappeared, as did Murong Youxue with the severed arm, replaced by a woman resembling a fierce ghost. Her long black hair floated, her face was ghastly pale, her lips a vivid black, her eyes glowing red, the severed arm now perfectly restored, her sunken eye sockets particularly terrifying. “Today, you will all die!” Her voice was no longer crisp but a hoarse, ghost-like scream. Countless vengeful spirits surrounded everyone, unseen but felt as wisps of black resentment. They morphed into countless different… The scene was filled with terrifying skeletons, beautiful maidens, and handsome men. Everywhere bore marks of fierce combat. Each person here possessed formidable magical powers. Mere specters were no match for them, but these spirits were indestructible; even after being cut down, they would soon revert to their original forms. If this continued, even if the people were not harmed by the specters, they would eventually exhaust themselves and fall under the control of the spirits.
“Ah!” His eyes turned blood-red. Wang Xie, the demon king, sensed the presence of his kin, his innate demonic nature beginning to stir. The demonic factors in his blood started to disrupt his control. An unseen black hand was stirring his demonic essence. “Kill, kill, kill,” an enchanting voice echoed in his mind, urging him to unleash the demonic nature hidden within. “Xiao Tu, get out of the way, move!” His palm was enveloped in black mist as he struck towards Xiao Tu. Veins bulged on his forehead from the effort of restraint, sweat trickling down, yet he did not lose his sanity. He could not hurt her again, absolutely not…
“Wang Xie, are you okay? Hang in there, Xiao Tu believes in you,” she gave him an encouraging smile. Xiao Tu, who was battling the specters, turned around to see Wang Xie in pain. She used her magic to pin him in place. However, this moment of distraction allowed a specter to injure her; a trickle of blood emerged, causing a slight pain, but her quick thinking caused the spirit to fall.
