Watching the furious expression on Gu Yuzhi’s face, the little crow perched on Xi Zuzi’s shoulder couldn’t help but click its beak and sigh:
"The boy and my Ancestor really do match each other well—one is a master at killing two birds with one stone, the other a sly trickster, hahaha!"
Amidst a cheerful chorus of bird calls, everyone drove away.
At this mont.
Nangong Mo, who had stepped into the basent, found his mood instantly clouded.
What lay before him was a freshly completed mural covering an entire wall, still exuding a faint scent of ink. However, it was not exactly the famous scene he had instructed Gu Qiusha to depict.
In the latter half of the mural, Gu Qiusha had added new plot elents.
Nuwa’s jade arm, which originally reached for Emperor Fu Xi’s boxers, had been altered to reach for the edge of his lips.
She held a wine jug, filled with a captivating, grape-colored liquid, pouring a cup and offering it to Emperor Fu Xi.
Her own lips were crimson as blood, as if she had just tasted the sa cup of wine.
Emperor Fu Xi’s expression, once roguish and teasing, now appeared intoxicated and dreamy. His violet eyes slightly unfocused, as if the re scent of the wine could ensnare one’s soul.
In the celestial mountains and seas of clouds between them, countless white birds floated by, craning their necks as if mourning in deep sorrow.
These birds were said to be ominous ssengers, filled with a foreboding of death.
Furthermore, at the bottom right corner of the mural, beneath the celestial mountains, whether toward the mortal realm or the underworld, a massive black hole was painted.
The mountains appeared to subtly crack, giving the premonition they would collapse at any second. Emperor Fu Xi, lying drunk on the mountain, would fall into that endless darkness, vanishing into smoke...
The originally sweet scene of Nuwa and Emperor Fu Xi’s playful interaction had been completely transford in taste.
This was a cataclysm and a scheming plot.
This was the tragic and poignant end to a beautiful tale!
It was so unexpected that Gu Qiusha intended to depict the end of "Long Immortal Road" in such a way!
The question is, a cup of poison, a scene of obliteration, so authentic as if it had been personally witnessed, yet completely diverging from historical records and legends—how did Gu Qiusha, that woman, conceive of it?
Nangong Mo’s body was like a statue, frozen at the stairway.
Only the man’s face, amazed, furious, resentful, destructive... countless complex emotions flashed through, turbulent like a stormy sea...
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The next day.
After breakfast, Xi Rubao and Wu Qianman ca to knock on Xi Zuzi’s bedroom door to head to class together.
Previously, they had also invited Xi Zuzi to breakfast early, but discovered that their little Ancestor had little interest in breakfast, typically just watching them eat, only occasionally nibbling on the peach blossom brew.
Since that was the case, it was better to let the little Ancestor sleep a little longer.
Unbeknownst to them, the little Ancestor hadn’t slept all night, engrossed in flipping through Gu Qiusha’s series of comic finales until morning, finding great joy in them.
Seeing the two girls coming to get her, she rembered to ask, "Where’s Xiao Sha?"
"Ah, Mommy went to the library to draw ’Chang Er.’ Oh, right, sis, Nangong Mo saw Mommy’s drawing yesterday and had no reaction at all. I really don’t understand him! He claims to be Mommy’s biggest fan, hmph, Mommy gave him an exclusive preview of the finale, shouldn’t he be too excited to sleep and properly thank Mommy?" Xi Rubao was a bit displeased.
Wu Qianman was also curious, "I thought that Demon would fly into a rage, after all, that ending was quite shocking. As a man, he wouldn’t like that, right..."
Xi Zuzi, however, pondered slightly, "No reaction, huh..."
Haha, that conniving mud person is quite adept at hiding his true reactions from us!
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