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It seemed that apart from my flesh and bones being shattered, the weight of my breathing grew heavier, making it increasingly unbearable.
I closed my eyes, waiting for the pain that the final strike would bring.
I held no resentment or hatred; I was even grateful that I couldn't make a sound now. Because once Jun Chong learned the truth, he would surely be heartbroken. It was better this way, without him knowing!
With a clang, the sound of swords clashing resonated. I opened my eyes to see two figures, one red and one black, intertwining with each other. Their gray and black long hair intermingled in the strikes, creating a stark contrast.
I blinked in confusion and turned my head, only to catch a glimpse of an unfamiliar face beneath the glass nearby.
A sarcastic smile crept onto my lips as I realized my face had transformed into someone else's. No wonder he didn't recognize me.
A green shadow appeared in my line of sight. Lianchi smiled at me, but his eyes were devoid of warmth.
He reached out and touched my face, sending a chill through me. In the next moment, without saying a word, he picked me up. The pain from his touch made me involuntarily cry out, causing the wide brim of my hat to fall off.
Jun Chong glanced over here; his body trembled as he tried to approach but was blocked by Qin Ling.
Qin Ling's swordsmanship was fierce and relentless, matching Jun Chong blow for blow.
"He has beaten you to this extent, and you still worry about him?" Lianchi adjusted the wide brim of my hat to cover my pale face. "Come with me! But it's best if you remain silent for now."
He pointed at my throat with his fingertip, giving me no chance to argue before carrying me away.
On the street, many ghosts gathered to watch. Since Jun Chong arrived in the underworld, he had not shown his face in public, so naturally, he wanted to retreat at this moment.
I was held tightly by Lianchi, my hazy vision catching sight of him striking back against Qin Ling's entanglement. Instead of retreating immediately, he ran toward me, but unexpectedly, Qin Ling extended his sword and pierced it directly into his soul from behind.
The sword's withdrawal did not bring forth any blood; this was because Jun Chong was a Spirit, and the sword was formed from condensed spiritual energy, so there would be no blood.
Yet, at the moment the sword was pulled out, I seemed to see countless streams of bright red blood gushing out like a fountain. Jun Chong staggered and fell to the ground, which also dealt a heavy blow to my heart.
A crack echoed in the air, painfully clear and piercing.
"Feeling heartbroken?" Lianchi's voice was cold. "That strike won't take his life; it's merely a lesson. Opposing the King of Hell will not end well."
In an instant, I understood why I had managed to escape so easily from there to here, why I witnessed that scene leading to Jun Chong's attack, and why they just happened to appear here to save me.
It turned out that everything was another warning from the King of Hell. Defying him would not lead to death as the final outcome; torment would be absolute.
A chill ran down my spine as I once again felt how terrifying this King of Hell truly was.
I was brought back to the King of Hell's residence. At that time, he had not yet returned. After laying me on the bed, Lianchi began to unfasten my clothing, revealing the wound on my chest.
"Tsk tsk, he really showed no mercy. Luckily it missed slightly; otherwise, you would have been lost forever. But—" Lianchi's hand slowly moved down to my stomach, a slight smile on his face. "But that's impossible!"
I glared at him, unable to move or refute him. As he unbuttoned my clothes, all I could do was fume silently. The flush on my cheeks made my pale face look slightly more vibrant due to excessive blood loss.
"The feel is quite nice; I suppose Lord often touches you!"
His blunt words made me feel extremely shy, and I glared at him even harder. Instead, Lianchi burst into laughter. "The King of Hell hasn't returned, and Lord is not here either. If I wanted to take you right now, it would be as easy as pie. What do you say? Should I give it a try?"
He brushed my long hair aside, and the curve of his brows concealed the sparkle of stars. I was filled with anger and humiliation, yet felt utterly powerless. Despite being beaten like this, I didn't shed a single tear; in front of him, I absolutely could not concede defeat!
"If you won't speak, then I'll just go ahead!"
Lianchi smiled wickedly as he lightly tugged at my belt. My clothes fell away, leaving only my undergarment. He turned me over and said with a grin, "I prefer to start from behind."
I clenched my teeth, desperately holding back my tears, telling myself it was just like being bitten by a dog!
But deep down, I was unwilling a thousand times over, especially when his cold fingertips touched my skin. I couldn't help but cry; tears streamed down my face, helpless and bitter, yet no one could save me.
I had never imagined being treated this way, but when it happened, I offered no resistance. This is how weak women can be.
I closed my eyes, hoping that he would eventually touch the jade bottle around my neck. I couldn't reach the Qilin Hairpin in my hair and could only place my hopes on the jade bottle. Inside it was Jun Chong's hair; as long as I touched anyone other than him, it would rebound against them. It was the only thing that could protect me at this moment.
"Even injured, you're still so enticing; it must be quite thrilling."
Lianchi casually remarked coolly, further provoking my tears to flow. He pretended not to see and flicked my earlobe with his fingers. "My lady, here I come!"
His fingers traced down the broken skin, and where he touched felt strangely warm, like sunlight in winter—comfortably soothing as it seeped into my skin and merged with my bones. Gradually, the pain in my body lessened, and I felt I could move again.
"Ah, this lord still prefers tender flesh; it's hard to act when it's all bloodied."
He sighed close to my ear and pulled a corner of the blanket over me. A soft veil covered my face as he gently wiped away my tears.
"They say a woman's tears are the most beautiful; why is it that I can never bear to see them?"
I finally understood that his teasing was meant to help me heal. Although I still felt some pain, it was no longer as unbearable as before.
"Get a good night's sleep. You don't want to be in this state when the King of Hell returns and decides to take it out on me. I still want to keep my life to pursue beautiful women!"
Lianchi patted my shoulder, stood up, and his black hair fell gracefully in front of his eyes, exuding a captivating charm. He was indeed very beautiful, even more so than many women, yet he did not appear effeminate; instead, he carried a masculine aura, like a being that transcended gender.
Noticing my gaze, he tilted his head and flashed a teasing smile. "Looking at me like that means you've fallen for me?"
"You—"
"Do you think everyone likes your seductive appearance?"
A dismissive snort echoed in the room; it was Linglong's voice, crisp and melodious.
Typically, when such a sound arose, Lianchi would definitely change his demeanor and become alert. However, upon hearing this voice, Lianchi's expression turned strange, flickering with emotions that seemed both expectant and hesitant. A hint of purple sparkled in his deep black eyes as he looked toward the source of the sound.
"Is it you?"
"And if it is?" The voice carried a chill but also held laughter. "Missed me?"
"Yes."
I watched in surprise as Lianchi answered honestly, his tone eager yet timid, a smile of anticipation playing at the corners of his mouth. He seemed to know where that person was hiding but did not approach.
"You go out, and I'll come in." The other party paused before adding, "I have something to say to her."
"Alright."
Lianchi responded and turned to leave, not even glancing back at me, her speed decisive. The next moment, I saw a dark shadow appear in the corner of the room.
Just like when Little Bugs first appeared, the shadow slowly grew larger in the room, then became clearer, ultimately revealing its form.
On the small Oval Face, the skin was tender as water, and a pair of black eyes sparkled like gentle waves. The Li Hua Head with straight bangs fell to her shoulders, beautifully curled, accentuating her delicate features. She looked to be about my age.
I sat up from the bed and gazed at her; she looked back at me and then moved closer.
Curious about Lianchi's earlier reaction, I asked, "Who are you?" As soon as I spoke, I realized I could talk.
"Someone here to help you."
She walked over slowly, her smiling face radiating kindness. In her left hand, she held a transparent green bottle containing a liquid that sloshed around. She approached me and offered the bottle. "Drink this."
"What is it?"
"Meng Po Soup." She pressed her lips together. "It's not easy for me to handle these things, so you'd better hurry."
Meng Po Soup has always been something that souls drink before reincarnation, intended to wash away all memories of this life, allowing them to be reborn into a new one with a blank slate.
In almost all the lore I knew, Meng Po Soup was described this way.
Though I had suffered greatly, it felt worth it to me; I didn't want to forget. Only by remembering could I feel that I had truly lived through it all.
"I don't want to drink," I said, pushing it away and refusing. "I don't need this right now."
"I know you don't need it, but your child does."
I froze, instinctively touching my belly, only to be startled when I looked down to see my once flat abdomen had become noticeably rounded. It frightened me so much that my voice trembled as I asked, "What's happening?"
Qi Zhi had said that as long as I wore that string of beads, my belly wouldn't grow. Although I didn't fully believe it, I had worn them without issue. But now, seeing my belly swell made me panic.
Outside the door, there was clearly a commotion, but Lianchi smiled brightly and kept them all at bay.
"They can sense the presence of the Demon Fetus. Since ancient times, Demon Fetuses have come from human Mothers, and that human is referred to as the Lord of the Ghost Fetus. The power of the Demon Fetus is related to the strength of its Mother's abilities, and your child is a Jun Chong. If this child is discovered in the Underworld, it will certainly cause great chaos. The most dangerous part is that even Jun Chong may not be able to protect you and could even die for you."
Her words struck deep within me, reminding me of how Jun Chong had been wounded by Qin Ling's sword. My heart paused for a moment before beating rapidly.
"What... what exactly is going on?"
"Because your original body was injured, cracks have appeared in the Mystic Spirit Bracelet on your wrist, causing the barrier sealing the Demon Fetus to weaken. However, this is only temporary; it will repair itself automatically."
She walked over to the bedside, seeming tired from standing. She sat cross-legged and placed the bottle on the bed before reaching out to touch my belly.
Through the thin veil, I could feel a warmth in her hands that was unlike any spirit here—it was the warmth of a human touch.
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