The frail counselor you said, you fight against three heroes alone?

Lao Cai's voice stopped abruptly and he widened his eyes in horror, as if he had seen something incredible.

Cai Wenshuang's pupils, originally clear and bright, became extremely strange at this moment.

One eye glowed with an eerie golden color, while the other was as black as ink. The two completely different colors intertwined and collided in her eye sockets, as if to tear her soul apart.

"Hahaha... twin bloodlines! As expected, blood is the medium! Old man, I'll take your daughter's life!"

In the distance, Xi Wujiang's wild laughter rang out again, like the announcement of the god of death, making people shudder.

The black fog rolled, and Xi Wujiang's figure gradually solidified. His eyes were fixed on Cai Wenshuang, as if he was looking at a prey that belonged to him.

Twin bloodlines, these four words exploded in Lao Cai's mind like thunder.

He suddenly remembered the ancient legend, the secret that the mountain people had guarded for generations...

"Evil creature! Don't even think about it!"

At this critical moment, a loud shout sounded like thunder.

A figure, as light as a fairy, descended from the sky and stood between Xi Wujiang and Cai Wenshuang.

It’s Taoist Qingfeng!
With his white hair fluttering and his clothes flying, he looked like a banished immortal.

Facing the aggressive Xi Wujiang, his face was calm and his eyes were indifferent, as if everything was under his control.

"The last part of the God-killing Game requires the blood of a close relative. Would you like to try it on me?"

Taoist Qingfeng spoke lightly, his voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone.

His tone was calm but with a hint of sarcasm, as if he was teasing an ignorant child.

Before he finished speaking, Taoist Qingfeng waved his sleeves lightly, and three ancient copper bells appeared out of thin air, floating in front of him.

The copper bells rang automatically without wind, making clear and pleasant sounds, like the sound of nature, echoing between heaven and earth.

“Dingle bell…Dingle bell…”

Wherever the bell rang, the black fog seemed to have met its nemesis and began to dissipate.

Xi Wujiang's figure also suddenly froze, as if he was restrained by an invisible force.

"So... you are also..."

For the first time, Xi Wujiang's voice fluctuated, no longer sounding superior and in control of everything.

There was a flash of surprise and doubt in his eyes, as if he had discovered some secret that shocked him.

Taoist Qingfeng just glanced at him indifferently but did not respond.

His gaze turned to Cai Wenshuang.

Taoist Qingfeng flicked his sleeves lightly, and three copper bells jingled. The sound of the bells spread out like water waves, and actually forced back the surging black fog a little.

Old Cai finally came to his senses from his shock and hugged the shaky Cai Wenshuang, tears streaming down his face, "Girl, what's wrong with you? Don't scare Daddy!"

However, Cai Wenshuang suddenly raised his head, and his golden and black pupils stared at Lao Cai, with a heart-pounding light flashing in his eyes.

Her hands, like iron clamps, tightly gripped Lao Cai's neck.

"Dad," Cai Wenshuang's voice was hoarse and cold, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, "Why did you take me away from the opera house back then?"

Old Cai was strangled to the point of being unable to breathe, his face turned red, and his eyes were full of fear and confusion.

He took out a jade pendant from his arms with trembling hands, on which was engraved an ancient word "戏".

"Your mother... your mother was an abandoned child of an opera family..." Old Cai uttered a few words with difficulty, "Your body... is flowing..."

Before he could finish his words, Cai Wenshuang suddenly jumped up, snatched the jade pendant, and squeezed it with his five fingers. With a "crack", the jade pendant shattered into powder.

"Abandoned baby?" Cai Wenshuang's eyes flashed with pain and confusion, "I... I am from the Xi family?"

She loosened her hands that were pinching Lao Cai's neck, staggered back a few steps, her mind in a mess.

Since she was a child, she always thought that she was just an ordinary mountain villager, but she never expected that her life experience was so complicated.

At this moment, Xi Wujiang's wild laughter could be heard from afar: "Hahaha! Twin bloodlines really must be passed on through blood! Since you have awakened, come and take it!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, and saw Xi Wujiang actually rip open his chest and pull out a still beating heart!

The surface of the heart suddenly showed golden and black lines that were the same as Cai Wen's pupils, emitting a strange light.

At the same time, a shrill female voice came from the depths of the underground palace: "Okay!"

This voice, like a call from hell, is full of resentment and madness.

Old Cai trembled all over and his face turned pale instantly.

He knew that it was Xi Yu's mother, the crazy woman who had been imprisoned in the underground palace for many years!

Cai Wenshuang stared at the beating heart in a daze. The strange patterns of the heart were reflected in his golden and black pupils.

An inexplicable force attracted her and made her reach out her hand involuntarily...

"Girl, don't!" Old Cai shouted at the top of his lungs, "That's a trap!"

Taoist Qingfeng frowned, and the copper bells in his hands jingled. It seemed that he wanted to stop Cai Wenshuang, but he had some reservations.

Xi Wujiang looked at Cai Wenshuang, a cold smile on his face: "Come on, take your fate!"

Cai Wenshuang's hands were trembling, as if possessed, as he slowly reached out towards the beating heart.

Every beat of his heart seemed to be striking at her soul, attracting her and bewitching her.

Just as my fingertips touched the warm, smooth surface of my heart, the world before my eyes suddenly shattered, replaced by countless mirrors.

Each mirror reflects a different scene.

But her and Xiyu's figures always stand side by side, like twins of fate.

In one scene, they are dressed in gorgeous clothes and receive worship from the people; in another scene, they are galloping on horses and galloping on the battlefield; in another scene, they live in seclusion in the mountains and lead a life like a wild crane...

"It turns out that my brother had already..." Cai Wenshuang murmured to himself. Are these mirror images real memories or false illusions?

She couldn't tell the difference, nor was she able to tell the difference.

Suddenly, a cold hand grabbed her neck, waking her from her confusion.

There is no limit to the drama.

"Don't believe those illusions!" Xi Wujiang's voice was hoarse and cold, like the tongue of a poisonous snake, "They are all fake, and they are used to confuse you!"

Cai Wenshuang had difficulty breathing, and the world in front of him began to become blurry.

She wanted to struggle, but found that her body seemed to be imprisoned and she could not move.

Just then, there was a commotion at the entrance to the underground palace.

Guanglingzi walked in quickly with twenty secret guards in black.

"Prime Minister, let's kill the traitors!" Guanglingzi shouted loudly, his tone filled with indignation.

A glimmer of hope ignited in Cai Wenshuang's heart. Could it be that Xi Yu sent someone to rescue her?

However, what happened next made her fall into complete despair.

The leader of the secret guards suddenly drew his sword and pointed it at Xi Wujiang.

"My Lord, you back then..."

Before the leader of the secret guards could finish his words, Xi Wujiang made a lightning-fast move and crushed his larynx.

With a crisp "crack" sound, the leader of the secret guards widened his eyes, blood gushed out of his mouth, and he fell to the ground dejectedly.

"You...you..." Cai Wenshuang looked at the scene in horror, his heart full of disbelief.

Xi Wujiang sneered and threw the body of the secret guard leader aside, his eyes fell on Cai Wenshuang again.

"No one can save you now."

Cai Wenshuang closed his eyes in despair, waiting for death to come.

But death did not come.

When she opened her eyes again, she found that the scene around her had changed again.

Those mirrors still exist, but in each mirror, scenes from different timelines are repeated.

One of the mirrors caught her attention.

In that mirror image, a familiar figure appeared in front of her.

That was her father, Lao Cai.

But what Lao Cai was doing at that moment made her shudder. He was holding a medicine bottle in his hand and pouring the powder into the mouth of a baby.

The baby's face was full of pain and despair.

"That's me!" Cai Wenshuang's heart trembled, and a strong sense of fear surged in his heart.

She smashed the mirror frantically, trying to stop Lao Cai's actions.

"boom!"

The mirror shattered and turned into countless blood-red butterflies flying in the air.

Every butterfly is like a drop of blood, accusing the cruelty of fate.

Cai Wenshuang slumped on the ground, his eyes empty, as if he had lost his soul.

"Girl, do you know? Fate is like a net. No one can escape it." Xi Wujiang's voice rang in her ears, like a whisper from hell, "And you are destined to be my sacrifice."

He reached out his hand and gently stroked Cai Wenshuang's cheek.

"Your blood and your soul will all belong to me."

Suddenly, he turned his head sharply and looked at another corner of the underground palace.

"Who?!"

Cai Wenshuang slumped on the ground, his eyes empty, as if he had lost his soul.

Xi Wujiang's fingers gently stroked her cheek, and his greedy and possessive eyes made her feel a chill.

At this moment, a burst of hurried footsteps broke the silence of the underground palace.

"Be careful! This is from the God-killing Bureau..." As soon as Taoist Qingfeng's voice sounded, a silver light shot out from the mirror and pierced his heart.

Taoist Qingfeng's body trembled violently, blood splattered everywhere, he fell to the ground, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, but his eyes were still wide open, full of fear and unwillingness.

"!" Cai Wenshuang of Guanglingzi felt a chill in her heart. Although her body was restrained, she could still sense the fatal threat approaching her.

"Girl, your mother back then..." Old Cai's voice was choked with sobs. He suddenly pounced over and used his body to block the flying poison needle.

The poison needle pierced deeply into Lao Cai's back. He felt severe pain, his legs went limp, and he fell in front of Cai Wenshuang.

"Dad!" Cai Wenshuang's voice was tearful. She struggled to get up, but found that she was still unable to move.

A kind smile appeared on Lao Cai's face, and his eyes were still gentle despite the bloodstains.

"Don't be afraid, girl. Dad will protect you." Old Cai's voice gradually became weaker, and his hand gently stroked Cai Wenshuang's hair, as if to comfort her, and as if to say goodbye.

Xi Wujiang's face turned gloomy. He suddenly rushed forward and hugged Guanglingzi, who was coughing up blood. Xi Wujiang's voice was cold and firm: "Loyal servant, you really found the truth in the mirror image I set up."

Guanglingzi's breathing was rapid. He struggled to look at Xi Wujiang, and the pupil patterns of Cai Wenshuang flashed in his eyes: "Master, now is the time to make the twin blood contract..."

Before she finished her words, Cai Wenshuang gritted her teeth and threw the blood butterfly in her hand towards Guanglingzi.

The blood butterfly drew a blood-red trail in the air and pierced Guanglingzi's heart.

Guanglingzi's expression froze instantly. The blood butterfly was deeply nailed into his chest. He was nailed to the wall. Blood slid down his body, forming a shocking bloodstain.

"Master..." Guanglingzi's voice was weak and full of unwillingness.

The play has no boundaries
"You are indeed a smart man, but unfortunately..." Xi Wujiang's voice was low and cold, and he reached out and touched Guanglingzi's chest.

Xi Wujiang pulled out half of the blood-stained jade slip from Guanglingzi's body: "So you found Ximu's diary." Cai Wenshuang suddenly pressed Xi Wujiang's heart against his chest: "Then let me see what happened three hundred years ago."

The remaining soul of Xi Mu emerged from the depths of the underground palace: "The fusion of the twin bloodlines requires..." Old Cai suddenly poured the last half bottle of medicine juice to the remaining soul: "This is the magic-breaking potion you prepared back then!"

Cai Wenshuang saw the heart-wrenching scene of Xi Mu three hundred years ago: "Sister, only my sister's child can be saved" Xi Wujiang suddenly laughed: "It turns out that the God-killing Bureau is not at all"

Xi Wujiang's hand was as precise as an eagle's claw. He slowly pulled out half of the jade slip from the bloody wound on Guanglingzi's chest.

The jade slip was stained with blood, but it also exuded an ancient and mysterious aura.

"So... you found Xi Mu's diary." Xi Wujiang's voice was low and playful, as if he was appreciating a fine work of art rather than facing the tragic death of a loyal servant.

Cai Wenshuang's pupils suddenly contracted, like two stars forced into a desperate situation.

She suddenly exerted force, and her slender palm contained the power of a mountain collapse and the earth splitting, and she pressed Xi Wujiang's heart hard into her chest!
"Then let me see what happened... three hundred years ago!" Cai Wenshuang's voice was resolute and mournful, like a sad song written in blood.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze.

Xi Wujiang's heart is closely attached to Cai Wenshuang's heart, and they are connected by blood.

A strange resonance flowed between the two of them, as if it was going to devour each other's souls.

"Rumble..."

From deep within the underground palace, there were bursts of dull roars, like the roar of an ancient beast, or like the foreshadowing of the collapse of heaven and earth.

An illusory figure slowly emerged.

It was the remnant soul of a woman, with her clothes fluttering, but it could not hide the hatred and madness that permeated her body.

It was the remnant spirit of Ximu! The woman who had planned the God-killing scheme three hundred years ago!
"Twin bloodlines... fusion... requires..." The voice of the remaining soul of Xi Mu was intermittent, as if it came from the Nine Nether Hell. Every word was carried with endless curses and resentment.

She seemed to want to tell the ultimate secret of the Twin Blood Pact, but her words were interrupted by a sudden change.

"Whoosh!"

There was a sound of breaking through the air, sharp and piercing.

Lao Cai, the always taciturn country boy, suddenly burst out with amazing power.

He used up his last bit of strength and splashed the remaining half bottle of medicine in his hand towards the remaining soul of the opera mother!

“This is… the magic-breaking potion… that you personally prepared… back then!” Old Cai’s voice was hoarse and trembling. Every word seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, carrying with it blood foam and despair.

The medicine drew a strange arc in the air and splashed accurately on the remaining soul of the opera mother.

"Zizzizi..."

A creepy sound was heard, like a red-hot iron branding flesh and blood.

The remaining soul of Xi Mu let out a shrill scream, and its figure began to twist and dissipate.

"No! No! I hate it! I hate it!"

The voice of Ximu's remaining soul became weaker and weaker, and finally turned into a wisp of green smoke and dissipated in the underground palace.

At the same time, countless broken images flooded into Cai Wenshuang's mind like a flood breaking through a dam.

That is the memory from three hundred years ago, the memory of the opera mother!

She saw a young woman kneeling in front of another woman, crying heartbreakingly: "Sister! Only my sister's child...only my sister's child...can...can..."

"What talent?" Cai Wenshuang's heart was broken by this sudden scene.

She wanted to know the answer, to know what happened three hundred years ago that made the opera mother so crazy and so desperate.

However, the picture suddenly stopped.

The play has no boundaries, but suddenly he burst into laughter, and his laughter was full of madness and ridicule.

“Hahaha… So… So the God-killing Bureau… is not… not for…”

He seemed to understand something, but his words were interrupted again.

What is not? What is the truth behind the God-killing Bureau?
Xi Wujiang's laughter became quieter and quieter, and finally turned into a strange silence.

His eyes became empty and confused, as if he had lost his soul.

Cai Wenshuang's heart was filled with doubts and uneasiness. She wanted to ask, but she didn't know where to start.

At this moment, there was a slight vibration from the ground.

A hand, a pale, dry, blood-stained hand, slowly stretched out from the ground and tightly grasped Xi Wujiang's ankle... The earth made a low, hoarse roar, shaking the ancient stones of the tomb.

Dust rained down from the vaulted ceiling and the flickering torchlight performed an eerie dance, casting grotesque shadows on the crumbling walls.

A hand - a bony hand covered with years of dirt - emerged from the cracked ground.

His nails were long and broken, caked with the residue of centuries of dirt, and his skin was stretched so tightly over his bones that it was the color of parchment.

This is the hand of the Black Order's commander, or rather, what's left of him - a restless soul bound to this unholy place.

He dragged himself to his feet, his body a patchwork of decay and ghostly energy, his eyes glowing a cold blue.

A coughing fit broke out of his ruined throat, a sound like dry leaves rustling on a tombstone.

"…The true vessel…is…" he croaked, his voice a harsh whisper that echoed through the chamber.

He stretched out a shaking hand, reaching out to...who?
Is it Cai Wenshuang? (End of this chapter)