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I looked at her in surprise. "You are—"
She placed her index finger on my lips and chuckled, "Don't say it out loud; just knowing is enough."
I nodded, astonished that the human who had come from the Underworld was her. But what was she doing here all alone? And given her strange entrance, she seemed almost ghostly.
"I think after you became pregnant with this child, she had many grievances against the child's father, which led to her being controlled, and nearly caused Jun Chong to die, right?"
I nodded again, my curiosity about her identity deepening. Yet, I felt no fear from her like I did with the mysterious figure; perhaps it was because she was human that I found her presence comforting.
"So whether this child is sealed or not, once she is born, she will definitely harm Jun Chong out of hatred. In the end, it will be you who gets hurt."
"I know, but I will find a way to resolve it."
"If you want to resolve it, you must survive," she interrupted me. "The Underworld is filled with Yin energy, and the Underworld Palace is built in the area with the heaviest Yin energy. The closer you get to the Underworld Palace, the stronger the Yin energy becomes. Your child is born with powerful Yin energy; if she goes there, even the Mystic Spirit Bracelet won't be able to withstand it. At that point, any seals placed on her will break, and she will awaken, leading to uncontrollable chaos."
"Is there any way to prevent this?" I grasped her hand anxiously. "I can't let anyone know about this child right now; otherwise, it would cause great trouble for Jun Chong. Moreover, I went to the Underworld Palace specifically to find a way for the Demon Fetus to be born without harming Mother, so—"
"Who told you about this method?"
She looked at me and suddenly asked this question, her brows slightly furrowed as if she were unaware of such matters.
"A mysterious figure, but I don't know who he is," I replied, pursing my lips. "Jun Chong also thought it was possible, which is why he brought me here."
"Jun Chong said that?"
I nodded as she crossed one arm over her chest and propped her chin up with the other, seemingly deep in thought. I didn’t dare to disturb her, and soon enough, a knock came from outside—it was Lianchi.
"The King of Hell has returned."
She suddenly looked up, quickly grabbed a bottle, and with one hand held me while the other pinched my chin, forcing my mouth open. She poured the contents of the bottle, Meng Po Soup, into my mouth, and it slid down my throat. Despite her petite frame, her grip was surprisingly strong; I couldn’t even gag it back up.
In my struggle, I seemed to see the large tree that bound the baby, lush and green, with the baby peacefully sleeping above. Suddenly, a source of energy surged downwards, striking her body. Then I saw scattered images flying out from within her, disappearing into thin air.
"Cough cough, what’s happening? Cough cough, what about the baby—"
I clutched my throat and coughed incessantly. After finishing what she was doing, she jumped off the bed as if eager to leave.
"Don’t worry, this won’t wash away your memories because I added something to it. It can erase your child’s memories; when she wakes up, she will forget everything from before. But it’s only a temporary fix. There’s no time today. Before I find you again, whatever you do, don’t enter the Underworld Palace. Remember that. Also, there are dangers lurking everywhere lately; you need to be careful."
I watched her gradually disappearing figure and asked, "What’s your name?"
"Jun—"
She barely managed to say that one word before vanishing completely. Almost immediately after, the door was pushed open from the outside.
The King of Hell entered wearing a long robe of dark gold and jade crown on his head. He walked in with a calm demeanor, and I instinctively pulled the blanket over myself.
"What happened?"
The King of Hell approached with a smile, observing my evasive behavior as he sat on the edge of the bed. "What’s with this disarray?"
I thought to myself, do you really not know the good things you've done?
But I didn't have the courage to say it.
"I was just about to get up when you came in, so—"
"Are you shy?" He reached out with his index finger and hooked my chin, his icy breath still as cold as ever, making me shiver and feel even colder. "Cold?"
I remained silent, but he changed direction and sat beside my head, then wrapped his arms around me from behind. "Is it still cold like this?"
"You're cold, so don't get too close to me."
"But your body feels warm to me; I like holding you."
"You—"
I saw his hand resting on the edge of the blanket and immediately grabbed it, worried he might lift the covers in the next moment and see my stomach, which would be disastrous.
"What’s wrong?" The King of Hell looked down at the back of my hand that I was covering, smiling. "I heard you were a bit restless today. You seem so nervous; there must be something going on. Are you hiding something?"
"I’m not, I’m not—"
I closed my eyes, unsure how to respond as his laughter echoed in my ears, teasingly. "So this is what spring looks like."
I opened my eyes tremblingly and saw my abdomen was flat, instantly feeling relieved.
"To be honest, you can't compare to her at all. She is far more captivating than you, both in beauty and body."
"..." I turned to look at him, pouting, and asked, "Did you sleep with her?"
To my surprise, the King of Hell stared at me for a few seconds before bursting into laughter, playfully pinching my cheek. "Are you jealous?"
"If you were Jun Chong, I would definitely be jealous. But you're not; I was just asking casually. If you take it seriously, then you're the one who's jealous."
"You still haven't learned to hold back even after getting hurt. Gu Anxin, do you know that if you keep speaking like this, the pain you endure will only increase?"
Suddenly, the King of Hell's expression changed. Even with the Human Skin Mask on, I could feel his anger intensifying, as the coldness around us grew heavier.
"Everyone around you will suffer and die because of you."
"So you deliberately set me up?" I was angry too. Seeing that he didn't deny it only fueled my rage further. "Let me tell you this: even if I die at Jun Chong's hands, I won't regret it for a second because I willingly choose this! I love him; I am his wife. Therefore, I am willing to sacrifice everything for him, unwavering until death! No regrets, no anger!"
The last word caught in my throat as I felt the coldness intensify there, as if frost were freezing me in place.
The King of Hell fixed his gaze on me, the deep black of his eyes gradually turning blood-red. He gripped my chin tightly with a hint of madness in his voice. "Gu Anxin, I forbid you to love him! Forever forbidden!"
I glared at him defiantly. "I will love him regardless."
I certainly didn't think he said this because he had feelings for me; I'm not a heartthrob, and I'm well aware of that. After discovering they were brothers, I always felt that there was more to their relationship than met the eye.
"I will not allow it! I won't permit anyone to love him! For that reason, I wouldn't hesitate to kill him."
I lowered my gaze, staring at my palm, tears welling up as I laughed softly. "If you really want to kill him, then I'll go with him. In this life, whether in life or death, I don't want to be separated from him."
The King of the Underworld tossed me aside, and my head collided with the bed railing. The pain made me dizzy; I had already sustained enough injuries today, and I didn't mind adding one more.
He stood there with his sleeves thrown back and hands clasped behind his back, exuding an air of arrogance and the commanding presence of a ruler. The weight of his aura pressed down on me, making it hard to breathe. My body instinctively trembled, even as my mind stubbornly resisted. This was the oppressive aura of someone who could instill fear without raising their voice—something only a king could possess.
I lowered my head, gripping the blanket tightly, forcing myself not to succumb to fear.
The King of the Underworld looked at me and smirked, his demeanor having calmed down. "I remember you have a friend named Molin."
I was taken aback and raised my head, only to meet his gaze. My body shook as if frozen by frost; I couldn't move an inch.
His smile widened as he leaned closer to me, bending down to tidy up my disheveled clothes before picking me up in his arms. His smile was warm like spring sunshine, but it was merely a facade.
He said, "I know you have a close relationship with him, akin to siblings. If he dies and enters the Underworld, don't you want to find him?"
"Where is he?"
"Underworld Palace."
I was astonished. My purpose for coming here was indeed to search for Molin's whereabouts, yet I hadn't expected him to admit it so readily. For a moment, I didn't know how to respond.
Seeing my reaction, the King chuckled lightly and began walking me outside while saying, "But he may not have long left."
"What have you done to Molin?"
The Grim Reapers outside stood firmly on either side, and I immediately spotted Qin Ling in his red attire, standing straight beside Lianchi. His expression was devoid of any color, and his gray hair stood upright.
I felt that he appeared more three-dimensional than the last few times I had seen him, as if he had undergone enhancements similar to a nose or breast augmentation, giving him a more pronounced presence. The gray of his hair seemed deeper than before, almost as if it had been dyed.
The King of the Underworld walked slowly. Noticing me staring at Qin Ling, he quickly passed by and entered a carriage at the entrance. I saw another carriage following behind, where Stunning sat gracefully inside, while Little Bugs stood by the carriage, winking at me and making an "okay" gesture, indicating that I shouldn't worry.
I nodded, but my view was blocked by a curtain. All I could see was the flash of red fabric as it drifted past me to the front, and then the carriage began to move.
"Doesn't he look a lot like Molin?"
"Yes."
"Because they are the same person."
The King of the Underworld smiled as he lifted a cup of tea to his nose and took a sniff before continuing, "I inadvertently collected the incomplete soul of Qin Ling. He is quite remarkable, free from unnecessary distractions, making him perfect for training. Later, I learned that Molin had entered the Underworld; Molin is the original form of Qin Ling. So I transferred Molin's soul and power into Qin Ling, thus making him a complete soul."
I was shocked; I hadn't expected Shizui's concerns to turn out to be true.
Seeing my silence, the King of the Underworld brought the teacup to my lips, forcing me to drink before taking out a handkerchief to carefully wipe away the tea from the corners of my mouth.
"And once Qin Ling fully absorbs Molin's soul, Molin will never return! Anxin, what will you do?"
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