After drawing cards, the evil god became my source of吐槽 (tu cao, a form of humorous commentary/criti

Chapter 108 Large-scale Mysterious Shopping Mall (12)

That deep call seemed to come from the depths of time.

His voice was low and husky, suppressed, yet carried an undeniable weight.

The air froze instantly.

An Jing's heart tightened suddenly, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

She never imagined that they would have a mysterious acquaintance and memories from their past lives.

I never imagined that the voice of such a bloodthirsty and ruthless creature could carry such complex emotions.

A longing, a pain, a near-desperate lament.

The woman with the paper umbrella suddenly stopped moving.

The blood-red oil-paper umbrella held on his shoulder trembled slightly, and the red light on its surface dimmed for a moment, like a receding tide.

A rare glint of disorientation flashed in those cold, empty eyes, hidden by his bangs, as if he had been awakened by some sound, or as if he had been pulled by some distant and painful memory.

However, she did not completely succumb to despair.

The next second, she still waved the oil-paper umbrella in her hand, the umbrella ribs drawing a blood-red arc, so sharp it seemed capable of cutting through the entire world, and slashed fiercely at the surging black mist.

"Xiao'er, it's me!" The black mist surged, and the voice was urgent and frantic, trembling with an unmistakable intensity. "It's me, A-Chao! Do you remember me?!"

The woman with the paper umbrella trembled slightly. But she still did not respond.

She merely twirled the oil-paper umbrella indifferently; the sharp friction of the umbrella ribs pierced the air, and as the red umbrella spun, it stirred up a blood-red storm, forcing the black mist back several feet.

An Jing stood to the side, clutching the card tightly, her eyes like knives.

She keenly sensed something was wrong; the woman with the paper umbrella was wavering! It was as if that mysterious entity had grasped a crucial flaw and was doing everything in its power to pry open her heart.

"Xiao'er!" the voice roared again, now filled with madness and despair, "I am A-Chao! I am yours, my husband Qin Chao!"

Two words.

Husband.

Like a rusty yet sharp knife, it pierced the heart of the girl with the paper umbrella.

She seemed frozen in place, her eyes suddenly contracting, and a flash of unprecedented pain crossed her blood-red pupils.

The red umbrella suddenly slumped, its ribs scraping against the ground with a piercing screeching sound. Her lips trembled slightly, and a hoarse syllable escaped from deep within her throat:

"Husband...jun..."

An Jing's heart clenched painfully, and he almost instinctively shouted, "Paper Umbrella Girl! He's lying to you! Don't forget who you are!"

This sound was like a thunderclap, striking the paper umbrella girl's heart hard.

She abruptly raised her head, the umbrella ribs tightening in her palm again, the red light intensifying suddenly, and killing intent erupting like a tsunami. Coldness and bloodlust returned to her face, her voice as icy as ice:

"Go to hell."

The black mist let out a roar, filled with rage and pain.

But it didn't stop; instead, it became even more anxious, frantically shouting, "No! Xiao'er! Listen to me! I really am A-Chao! I'm not lying to you!"

It suddenly turned sharply towards An Jing, its dark eyes surging with murderous intent and boundless hatred.

"It was you! You stopped her from recognizing me! You damned human, I'll kill you first!"

The black mist surged instantly, like a giant wave formed from thousands of sharp blades, carrying destructive power as it rushed straight towards An Jing.

An Jing remained calm. Instead, she narrowed her eyes, her voice steady yet sharper than any sword:
“If I die, she won’t live either.”

Seven characters.

But it was like a heavy hammer, striking Gumi's heart hard.

The black mist suddenly froze in mid-air, as if struck by lightning, and the entire space instantly fell silent.

An Jing stared at it, but suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

The mysterious reaction was so real; the pain, contradiction, fear, and pleading... it couldn't be faked.

It's true.

It really knew the woman with the paper umbrella.

Not only did they know each other, but their feelings for each other were so deep that they could overwhelm everything.

"Xiao'er!" The black mist suddenly roared, tearing through the air and rushing madly towards the paper umbrella woman.

A chilling mist swept by, and the woman with the paper umbrella shuddered violently, her entire body stiffening abruptly. A torrent of memories surged into her consciousness like a tidal wave. She saw it.

Amidst the flames of war and billowing smoke, villages crumbled in the flames.

A young man covered in blood held her hand, his voice low but incredibly firm: "Wait for me, I will definitely come back."

She waited.

Ten years. Twenty years. Day after day, he stood guard at the village entrance, holding the red oil-paper umbrella made by the other party.

Rain lashed against her umbrella, and she stood there in the wind and rain, gazing wistfully into the distance.

However, he never returned.

Her tears dried up, and her heart slowly died under the torment of time.

One day, the village bully set his sights on her and abducted her to his home.

On their wedding night, she refused to comply.

She remained defiant to the death, clutching the red umbrella, its tip already sharpened. Blood trickled down the ribs, staining the once vibrant red a jarring crimson.

The paper umbrella her lover made became the weapon she used to commit suicide.

Her last murmur was still that name.

"Ah... Chao..."

The man from afar eventually returned home in glory, only to hear the news of her death.

Bloody tears streamed down the girl's face as she spoke, her voice barely audible yet filled with heart-wrenching anguish:

"You've made me... suffer so much..."

The black mist slowly condensed, transforming into a blurry yet clear human figure.

"Xiao'er," Qin Chao called softly, reaching out his trembling hand to gently embrace her.

"I've been looking for you for so long... From now on, we will never be apart again."

The woman with the paper umbrella stood stiffly, tears mingling with blood, dripping onto the umbrella's surface.

She tried to push him away, but she was powerless. The obsession buried deep in her heart was finally awakened at this moment.

Qin Chao did not tell her that after learning of her death, he personally slaughtered the entire family of that tyrant to pay for his blood debt, but he also bore the heavy burden of sins and was sentenced to death.

Even after death, his resentment lingered, and his obsession consumed him, causing him to degenerate into the enigmatic figure he is today.

They stared at each other, their eyes filled with devastation.

The next moment, a wisp of black mist slowly entered the paper umbrella woman's body, intertwining with her soul and merging into one.

"!"

An Jing stood there, stunned, watching this unbelievable scene unfold before her eyes.

This is…?
The card in his hand suddenly trembled and emitted a blazing light. The light was so intense that it almost illuminated the entire battlefield.

"This...this is..."

A brand new pattern has emerged on the card surface.

The woman with the paper umbrella still held the blood-red oiled paper umbrella, but behind her, there was a blurry yet resolute black figure. The two figures stood back to back.

A new star pattern suddenly appeared in the center of the card.

Five stars!

An Jing held her breath, her palms sweating profusely.

She could even feel a new power surging from the cards.

It was a terrifying aura formed from sorrow, obsession, and love that had burned out completely.

At that moment, the wind on the battlefield suddenly stopped.

They won this battle.

However, An Jing's heart remained unsettled for a long time.

"System, what exactly is this mystery?"

Anything is possible; anything negative is possible in this world.

(End of this chapter)