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I heard him, feeling a mix of anger and panic in my heart. He had completely seen through my intentions and understood the main reason for my worries, leaving me unable to refute him.
Indeed, something must have happened with Stunning and Little Bugs, but there had been no news from Jun Chong, which only heightened my anxiety.
I couldn’t act recklessly; this Underworld Palace felt like a cage and an enormous maze to me. No matter where I went, there were ghosts following me, and lurking in the shadows were others, with the surroundings all looking eerily similar.
I didn’t know if this was what Jun Chong had anticipated all along. I feared that acting too rashly would ruin his entire plan.
So seeing Little Bugs like this today truly made me panic.
“You just want to see if I’ll jump over the wall when cornered, right?”
I gritted my teeth and glared at him. He generously admitted it, even nodding seriously while his smile deepened. “Every time I see you hurt, that helpless yet resilient expression on your face brings me immense satisfaction. To put it plainly, I want to see how you struggle in despair, how you duel with your own heart under such ignorance—whether you can remain calm or completely break down. Anxin, I often fantasize about you lying in a pool of blood, dressed in pure white; it would be quite beautiful!”
“Pervert!” I spat fiercely. “Jun Rui, I won’t let you have your way. I will live well and wait for Jun Chong to take me home!”
“Waiting for him to take you home?”
He released his grip on my hair and slowly moved his hand down. His icy palm penetrated through my thin clothing and into my skin. I wanted to resist, but his seemingly gentle touch rendered me immobile until his hand rested on my lower abdomen, sending a chill surging through me that wouldn’t dissipate.
“But your child is about to be born! Anxin, even if I offered you my heart’s blood, would you dare drink it? Even if you did drink it, can you guarantee that you would survive? Wouldn’t you die alongside this child or go mad and slaughter the innocent? Wouldn’t that disgrace Jun Chong? Or even kill him alongside?”
I gasped, pulling my hand from the armrest of the chair into the wide sleeves of my garment, trembling uncontrollably as waves of coldness flooded my body, refusing to leave until it gradually froze me.
“How do you know all this? Who exactly are you?”
“Me? Naturally, I am the king here, Jun Rui. But I have another identity that I’m sure you’d find very interesting.”
"What does that mean?"
The King of Hell seemed to be in a good mood. He pulled me into his embrace, making me sit on his lap. I squirmed uncomfortably and said discontentedly, "Let go of me."
"Anxin, you'd better behave. Perhaps I'll let you meet Molin!"
Upon hearing the name Molin, I immediately calmed down, my attempt to shake off his hand halted mid-air. "What do I need to do to meet Molin?"
The King of Hell squinted and smiled, pinching my cheek playfully, looking as if he might lean in for a kiss at any moment, which sent shivers down my spine.
"If you can guess my other identity, I'll agree to let you see him. The deadline is the day I return! Otherwise, it won't just be Molin whose corpse you'll be collecting; there will also be Stunning and Little Bugs! And many more will die because of you."
The last two words were chilling, piercing straight to my heart like a sharp blade. I knew he could harm those around me at any moment due to my actions. He was fully aware of our intentions, making it very likely that he could carry out such threats.
Only now did I realize that I was not facing an ordinary boss; this demon was clearly more terrifying than usual and would stop at nothing.
Thinking back to how he had ordered Lianchi to kill Jun Jun himself, despite Jun Jun having been reincarnated ten times, she was still his biological daughter. The fact that he could be so ruthless made me doubt any claims of restraint; to me, he was a heartless devil.
"Stop cursing me in your heart."
The King of Hell pushed me away with great force. Caught off guard, I fell heavily to the ground. He looked at me coldly, as if he were a king reprimanding a subject.
"You are not me, so don't try to think from my perspective."
I frowned and bit my lip in silence. He stared at me for a while before bursting into laughter, his smile instantly dispelling the chilling aura around him.
"Anxin, time is short; I could return at any moment! From today on, you can roam freely within the Underworld Palace. I won't let any spirits interfere with you or follow you. But let me remind you: the Underworld Palace is filled with traps everywhere. If you're not careful and end up dead, don't blame me! When Jun Chong comes after me for revenge, you'll have to explain yourself!"
He laughed heartily and walked away leisurely as if nothing had happened. I sat there watching his retreating figure, only realizing when I came back to my senses that my palms were drenched in sweat.
The terror this man exuded was growing stronger, especially compared to when I was in East City and North City. It felt as if he had transformed into someone entirely different overnight, yet it was undeniably him.
"Could it be a split personality?"
I smiled noncommittally, then got up from the ground. Since he had no intention of stopping me, I wouldn't waste the opportunity.
As I stepped outside, Xiao Qing was just arriving. Seeing my hurried demeanor, she nervously thought something had happened again and quickly jogged over. "Miss, what’s wrong? Where are you going?"
I had initially planned to go alone, but getting lost was my biggest concern. Looking at Xiao Qing's innocent expression, I realized that even though she was one of the Underworld King's people, she could still be of use to me.
"I want to go out for a bit. The King said I could go without anyone following me, but I'm afraid of getting lost. Would you mind accompanying me?"
"But your injury—"
"I'm fine; the King treated my wounds earlier."
Xiao Qing immediately sighed in relief. "I'll inform the servants and hidden guards. Since it's the King's order, they'll understand."
Although I couldn't see if anyone was following me, over time, I began to sense that the atmosphere around me felt different.
Following Xiao Qing, we wandered through the Underworld Palace without any sense of being watched. I knew for certain that the Underworld King had truly withdrawn his people.
So this game was his way of testing whether I had the ability to succeed.
At first, I was full of enthusiasm and unwilling to back down. However, after three days of exploring every corner of the Underworld Palace without encountering anything unusual—let alone any sign of the Underworld King's identity—I had almost turned the place upside down. I did see Lianchi a few times, but I ignored him completely.
Eventually, I could no longer sit still; the Underworld King could return at any moment. "Is defeat really all that awaits me? I refuse to believe it! There must be a breakthrough."
Lying in bed, sleep eluded me. The moon hung high in the sky; it wasn't particularly beautiful outside. I tossed and turned, my mind filled with images of the Underworld King from our first encounter until now.
He not only enjoys bullying me and watching me get hurt, but he also likes to strike from behind and constantly encourages me, and I always fall for it.
A sound echoed in the quiet night, clear and distinct. Not long after, it came again.
I listened closely for a moment and realized the sound was coming from outside the window. The room I was in was opposite the Underworld King's Palace, separated by the Nine-Bend Bridge.
Curious about who could be making such noise in the middle of the night, and with no other disturbances outside, I decided to get up and take a look since I couldn't sleep. I quietly opened the window and saw a pure white figure crouching at the entrance of the Underworld King's Palace, surrounded by deep green vines. Small Linglong flowers spread across the vines, covering the entire Nine-Bend Bridge.
I stared in shock at the scene before me. The vines continued to climb, enveloping the entire palace while occasionally making that "Gla" sound, yet not a single ghost seemed to notice. This was truly strange.
Just as I was pondering this, Xiao Qing rubbed her blurry eyes and mumbled as she walked outside, "Who is it making such noise at this hour? Ah—"
Before she could finish her sentence or I could say anything, the vines wrapped around her feet, thick yet moving swiftly, directly invading her body and piercing through. Then, Three Souls and Seven Spirits floated out from within her, all absorbed by those vines.
My hand trembled on the windowsill as I watched Xiao Qing die right before my eyes, completely disappearing.
My heart raced as the white figure noticed my presence. The vines surged again, wrapping around my wrist and pulling me outside. The thick vines sealed my mouth, preventing any sound from escaping.
"Turns out the Lord of the Ghost Fetus is here! I must have been looking in the wrong place; thank goodness for this little ghost."
The white figure turned around to reveal a green face. In an instant, I was brought before her, a strong scent hitting me.
My hands and feet were bound tightly; I couldn't reach my Qilin Hairpin. The vines gradually climbed up my neck, tightening around me—a feeling of suffocation that was all too familiar.
"Lord of the Ghost Fetus, let me consume you!"
Her petite mouth suddenly transformed into a gaping maw, green liquid dripping from her lips in a disgusting manner as the vines pulled me closer.
"Don't!"
I struggled, my heart ablaze with anger. After being subjected to such attacks time and again, I was filled with rage. I refused to be weak; I wanted to resist, to fight back. I would not spend my life dragging Jun Chong down.
At that moment, a powerful sensation ignited within me, causing my entire body to heat up as if something was about to burst forth uncontrollably.
From the palace before me came a sound of chanting, accompanied by the flicker of flames.
"Ah—"
I screamed as a fierce red light erupted from the Underworld King's Palace, striking my palm. I felt the searing flames burning, demanding blood to extinguish them.
With a single hand, I executed a beautiful flip, severing thick vines that shattered like petals scattering through the air. Then, as my body relaxed, I landed safely. The woman let out a piercing scream that shattered the silence of the night.
"There's an assassin!"
The minions of death rushed in from all directions. I stood still, gazing at the woman before me, then glanced down at my right hand. The Blood Flame Sword was firmly in my grip, vibrating restlessly, and my heart sank completely.
Tao Wu had witnessed the Blood Flame being taken away by a mysterious figure. Now, at this very moment, the Blood Flame appeared in the Underworld King's Palace. What this meant was already clear.
I could never have imagined that the King of Hell was that mysterious person, and this realization left me deeply conflicted.
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