"Shut up!" Yin Baishuang raised her dark eyes, but her body instinctively retreated.
The man continued to brush the golden chrysanthemum embroidery on his sleeve, speaking startlingly: "What if I tell you... you’re not going to be disappointed?"
Yin Baishuang strangely did not respond, her fingers hidden in her sleeves spasming intermittently, as if she was desperately suppressing sothing.
After a while, the pain and cold that had deeply rooted in her heart gradually surfaced in those apricot eyes.
The fingertips gripping the sword were pale and bluish, her voice so raw it was almost inaudible: "What... did you say?"
The man raised his finger, pointing at the Chi Demon in the Blood Pool beside him, and his smile suddenly beca eerie.
"Yin Young Palace Master ca here seeking Zangxin’s whereabouts, specially journeying to the Abyss Realm, but is what you’re searching for... truly that Mohe Zangxin?"
Yin Baishuang’s gaze gradually filled with a scarlet hue, looking at that Chi Demon, she spoke coldly: "Did your Demon Control make that kid eat it?!"
The man’s smile deepened: "Look, I haven’t even said who it was."
Yin Baishuang tightened her grip on the sword, her lips paling: "This can’t be... you’re lying!"
"Is it really lying, or is it you, Yin Young Palace Master, deceiving yourself?"
The man shook his head: "It’s unfortunate, not long ago, like others in the mountain, I thought two hundred years ago it was just a farce, until the night before last, in the cold forest, Qi Liancheng uttered a na to that young man nad Si Chen."
He breathed out lightly: "Baili An."
A re three words, precisely and rcilessly hitting Yin Baishuang’s weak spot.
The man laughed, tapping his temple with his finger.
He looked at the woman whose expression began to show signs of shock, confusion, blankness, ecstasy, terror, disorientation, eventually escalating to collapse, and continued:
"It’s truly a distant na, two hundred years, that na has been covered and buried by the na Ying Xiu, like the sand in the snowy region, making people forget.
If not for receiving a kindness from the Young Master back then, perhaps even I would almost forget this na."
"Speaking of which, he fell into this place, calculated by Zangxin, led here by a little ghost raised by Zangxin.
Yin Young Palace Master, tell , why is that? Why does he care so much about a little ghost?"
Yin Baishuang’s body began to tremble slightly, and everything before her eyes seed to beco distorted under the chaotic emotions.
She had never understood why Shou would be inexplicably close to an unfamiliar corpse demon, but now it suddenly seed clear.
She still couldn’t believe it, she refused to believe it!
Yet, back at Kongcang Mountain when first encountering the corpse demon, Shou had bitten off a piece of flesh from that young man, crying loudly, the scene vividly in her mind.
It wasn’t that the corpse demon’s flesh was poisonous, but... was it the little ghost’s sense of the master?
That youth who feared sunlight, with a fatal wound in his heart.
A corpse demon with a very low alcohol tolerance.
He drew the Mo Yang Sword.
Su Jing’s inexplicable closeness.
And when he smiled, that familiar feeling of déjà vu.
The truths surfacing one after another almost crushed her bones, shattered her consciousness, her blood seed difficult to supply.
Finally, the image froze on her ’first eting’ with him in the forest, when the Han Zhi Sword struck the Glazed Umbrella flying, exposing him to sunlight, his skin rotting and suffocating painfully.
Bang!!!
The Han Zhi Sword in her hand seed to beco so kind of venomous scorching object, clanging as it fell to the ground.
Yin Baishuang felt a chill on her lips and teeth, the icy, desperate emotions like a tide, engulfing her completely.
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