Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

Lin Mo held the strange blood bead between two fingers.

The beads are crystal clear, with a red glow flowing inside.

Upon closer inspection, one can clearly see Wu Jiu's distorted and terrified face inside the bead.

That face was silently wailing and begging for mercy.

He finally realized what kind of being he had provoked.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

Lin Mo looked down at the beads.

There was no satisfaction in those beautiful red eyes that came from avenging a great grudge.

Only a clean and indifferent indifference.

That's the tranquility only a deity high in the heavens can find when looking down at an ant crushed beneath their feet.

Two fingers tucked in.

"Click."

A crisp cracking sound echoed across the deathly silent battlefield.

The surface of the blood droplet was cracked with fine spiderweb-like patterns.

boom!

The blood droplet shattered.

A foul-smelling blood mist, mixed with bits of flesh and poison, exploded in mid-air and then dissipated with the wind.

There were no screams, no counterattacks.

A master of Gu magic, yet he left not even a handful of ashes behind.

Lin Mo slightly raised his eyelids and glanced at the few drops of fishy liquid on his fingertips.

He frowned and casually rubbed his fingers on the hem of his blood-stained clothes.

The next second, he disappeared.

Without a sound, without any airflow, it simply vanished from the spot.

When he reappeared, he had already returned to Xia Man'er's side.

The thick, crimson fog still lingered, enveloping them all.

Qin Ruxue and Meng Hu stood frozen in place, even forgetting to breathe.

They witnessed it all firsthand.

Wu Jiu's screams turned into blood droplets, which were then crushed.

In just a few breaths, all of this shook them to their core.

Qin Ruxue stood there, stunned.

She looked at Lin Mo.

This is her husband.

His facial features remained unchanged, his figure remained unchanged, and even the tattered robe soaked in blood remained unchanged.

But that head of black hair has now turned completely white.

It was blindingly white, and under the blood-red setting sun, it gleamed with a chilling light.

And those eyes.

It was no longer the pure black she was familiar with.

Instead, it turned into an abyss-like red, so intense it couldn't be dissolved.

When those red eyes swept over her, Qin Ruxue's heart skipped a beat.

She knew this person.

But she had never seen that look in his eyes before.

There was something in there that Lin Mo had never experienced before.

Powerful and profound.

It was as if something that had been asleep for a very long time had suddenly opened its eyes.

Is this still the same man who is usually glib and sometimes frivolous, but always protects her?

"Lin...Lin Mo?"

She spoke tentatively, her voice trembling slightly, as if she couldn't suppress it.

Meng Hu stood to the side with his mouth agape, his full beard trembling.

He couldn't utter a single word; he only felt his calves cramping.

Lin Mo did not respond.

His gaze was completely fixed on Xia Man'er in his arms.

The little girl had her eyes tightly closed, her face was ashen, and her lips were purple.

Black blood trickled down from the corner of his mouth and dripped onto the armor on his arm.

The brightly colored fabric on her chest was soaked with blood and clung tightly to her skin.

Lin Mo raised his right hand.

hiss-

The soft fabric was roughly torn apart.

Xia Man'er's chest area was exposed to the air.

Beneath the fair skin, a dark, strange object was thrashing about wildly, creating a terrifying bulge.

It seemed to sense that its host's life force was slipping away, and it was impatiently gnawing and drilling towards the heart.

Qin Ruxue was terrified and took a step forward.

"That is..."

"Step back."

Lin Mo didn't even raise his head, his voice low and hoarse, exuding an unyielding and authoritative aura.

Qin Ruxue abruptly stopped in her tracks.

Lin Mo pointed with his right index finger.

A red line peeled off my fingertip.

This red thread was formed from extremely pure blood and qi, carrying a strong bloody smell, yet strangely exuding a sense of holiness.

The red thread pierced the flesh of Xia Man'er's chest.

There was no bleeding.

The red thread ignored the obstruction of flesh and blood, piercing precisely into the depths.

The dark bulge under the skin suddenly stopped.

It sensed a deadly threat and began to struggle desperately, trying to bite through the membrane of its heart to escape.

"Ugh—!"

Xia Man'er let out a painful murmur, her thin body arched, her brows furrowed, and more black blood spilled from the corner of her lips.

A hint of ferocity flashed in Lin Mo's eyes.

Raise your index finger upwards.

The red line suddenly tightened!

The power of qi and blood erupted suddenly, flowing into Xia Man'er's body along the red thread and tightly binding the strange creature.

"squeak--!"

With a piercing scream, the Gu worm was forcibly pulled out.

It was tightly bound by a red thread and suspended in mid-air.

The Gu worm let out a shrill scream and was forcibly pulled out of Xia Man'er's body, bound by the red thread.

The whole process was like being peeled off from flesh and blood!

The black worms, covered in foul-smelling slime, writhed wildly.

Its body was covered with countless eyes, all of which were now open, filled with extreme fear and resentment.

Its hundred legs scratched wildly, emitting an extremely sharp screech.

The sound pierced their eardrums, causing the soldiers of the Shaking Mountain Army on the periphery to feel their blood boil and almost vomit.

Lin Mo coldly stared at the ugly Gu worm.

With a sudden flick of his wrist, the red thread flew like a whip.

"Snapped!"

The blood and qi exploded.

The Gu worm was flung into a ball of black water and completely evaporated under the strangulation of the red thread, leaving not even a trace of fishy stench.

The crisis is over.

Lin Mo placed his palm on Xia Man'er's chest.

A gentle red light flowed into her palm, repairing her meridians that had been eaten away by the Gu worms and replenishing her lost vitality.

Xia Man'er's ashen face gradually regained color, her tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed, and her breathing became long and steady.

She fell into a deep sleep.

Lin Mo withdrew his hand and exhaled a long breath.

The straight, pine-like back bent slightly, almost imperceptibly.

Qin Ruxue looked at him and tentatively approached again.

"Lin...Lin Mo, my husband, is that you?"

Lin Mo turned his head.

The indifference in those red eyes is receding.

That lofty divinity gradually peeled away, replaced by an extremely heavy weariness.

He looked at Qin Ruxue, a smile playing on his lips.

That was his usual carefree, slightly roguish smile.

But that smile felt incredibly distant to Qin Ruxue.

"Man'er is alright now."

"Take her back to the city."

Lin Mo's voice returned to its usual gentleness.

He spoke softly, as if he had used up his last bit of strength.

Qin Ruxue nodded and was about to reach out to take Xia Man'er when Lin Mo's body suddenly trembled.

The swirling blood mist around them suddenly dissipated.

The glaring white hair, under Qin Ruxue's astonished gaze, visibly turned back to jet black.

The red light in his eyes completely went out, turning back into clear black pupils.

Lin Mo's body went limp, and he fell straight backward.

"Lin Mo!"

Qin Ruxue rushed forward and caught him.

"My lord!"

Meng Hu rushed over, still holding the chipped sword in his hand.

He reached out and probed under Lin Mo's nose.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

"He's breathing; he might have fainted from exhaustion."

Qin Ruxue knelt on the ground and let Lin Mo's head rest on her lap.

She looked down at that familiar face.

Black hair, black eyes, so quiet that even his breathing was very faint.

She touched his cold cheek; her hand was still trembling.

Who was that white-haired, red-eyed person just now?

……

The clamor of the battlefield gradually faded away.

In reality, Lin Mo fell into a deep sleep.

But his consciousness once again plunged into that endless abyss of darkness.

A strong feeling of weightlessness came over me.

Lin Mo suddenly opened his eyes.

Ahead, there was that enormous purple magic crystal.

Inside the crystal, the white-haired witch Luo Xue remained with her eyes closed, curled up in a deep sleep.

However, after absorbing that massive amount of blood and energy, a clearly visible crack appeared on the surface of the crystal.

Lin Mo's gaze shifted downwards.

A person stood next to the crystal.

He wore a loose black robe and had a full head of white hair that reached his waist.

The person had their back to Lin Mo and was looking up at Luo Xue inside the crystal.

He exuded a chilling, pure killing intent and deathly stillness.

They seemed to have noticed the movement behind them.

The man in black robes slowly turned around.

A pair of beautiful red eyes met Lin Mo's gaze in the darkness.

Lin Mo's breathing stopped.

That face.

It's him?