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Biyao spoke, her voice soft and hesitant in the silence: "Is it a little good to me, and a little bad?"

Jiang Xiaochuan looked at her.

"Heal my wounds, brought me inside to hide, gave me clothes to change, and now...gives me food."

Biyao counted them one by one, her eyes fixed on him.

"But you stole my magic weapon, and your words were... frivolous. In the stone chamber, I called you, but you ignored me."

She paused, as if organizing her thoughts, before finally voicing her deepest question:

"I always feel... that you know me, not like you know that I am Biyao, the daughter of the Ghost King, but something from... something earlier, something I can't quite explain."

She looked at Jiang Xiaochuan, waiting for his answer.

The cave was quiet, with only the sound of dripping water, the faint sound of flowing water in the distance, and each other's shallow breathing.

Jiang Xiaochuan was silent for a moment. He shifted his gaze to the darkness deep within the cave, the path he had come from, and also a dead end from which he didn't know if he could ever escape. After a long while, he spoke in a low voice, his tone flat and devoid of inflection:

"Because you are Biyao."

Biyao was taken aback.

"What do you mean?" she pressed.

Jiang Xiaochuan stopped talking. He turned around, his back to her, facing the two deep tunnels that seemed to lead nowhere. He stood silently, his back looking somewhat thin and stubbornly stiff in the dim light.

Biyao watched his retreating figure, clutching the soft silk handkerchief in her hand. The handkerchief seemed to still retain the cool touch of his fingertips and the clean yet contradictory aura emanating from him.

Because you are Biyao.

These words swirled in her mind, heavy with unanswered questions and echoing with a sense of emptiness.

She didn't ask any more questions.

Inside the cave, only boundless silence remained, and between the two of them, a silent distance that seemed both very close and very far.

……

After a while, Biyao walked to the stone wall inscribed with the "Spell of Obsessive Love".

She gently lifted her fingers, not immediately looking at the startling words, but slowly stroking the engravings of the four lines of poetry. The stone beneath her fingertips was cold, smooth from the wear of time, but her fingertips paused slightly when she traced the word "bitter".

She frowned, lowered her head, and leaned closer to examine it carefully.

This character "苦" seems... a little different, especially the "口" part at the bottom. The depth of the indentation seems to be deeper than the strokes of other characters, and the edges are more rounded, as if it has been pressed and rubbed repeatedly by something small and hard for a long time.

A bold, almost absurd conjecture, like a spark suddenly illuminating the darkness, crashed into her mind! For a moment, her heart almost stopped beating.

She immediately reached out and untied the small golden bell, the Hehuan Bell, which she had kept tied around her waist ever since she received it and which would occasionally make a crisp "ding-dong" sound with her movements.

The bell was in her palm, cool and heavy, its delicate patterns gleaming with a dim golden luster in the dim light of the stone wall.

She picked up the bell, held her breath, and carefully moved closer to the recessed "mouth" part below the character "苦" (bitter).

The size...it's a perfect match!

"Just as I thought!" Biyao couldn't help but let out a soft cheer, her voice echoing subtly in the silent stone chamber.

Her pretty face radiated an irrepressible glow of excitement, her eyes shining brightly, as if the gloom she had felt earlier had been washed away by the delightful discovery.

Without further hesitation, she took a deep breath, steadied her trembling hands, and carefully, inch by inch, inserted the acacia bell from her palm into the indentation.

"Click."

A very faint, yet perfectly fitting, ringing sound. The bell fit perfectly into the "mouth," as if it had always been there.

But the stone wall remained silent, its smooth surface reflecting her expectant yet nervous face, unchanged.

Biyao frowned slightly, but was not discouraged. She pinched the bell embedded in the stone wall with her fingers and tried to turn it gently left and right.

At first, it remained completely still, with only a faint rustling sound from the friction between the bell and the stone wall. Her heart sank lower and lower.

Just when she was about to give up and try a different approach.

"Click...click click..."

A dull, muffled sound, as if from the deepest part of the stone wall, a sound that had been sealed for hundreds of years, suddenly came from inside the thick stone!

The entire stone wall trembled slightly, and a few drops of accumulated dust fell from the top!

Biyao was shocked, thinking she had triggered some deadly trap. Terrified, she instinctively pulled the Hehuan Bell out of the pit and took several steps back, pressing her back against the cold stone wall behind her. Her chest heaved violently as she stared warily at the stone wall that was beginning to "come alive".

However, the anticipated poisoned arrows, traps, or anything worse did not appear.

With a dull, rumbling sound, a thin layer of stone dust collapsed from the area of ​​the stone wall that was originally smooth as a mirror and engraved with the incantation of infatuation, near the verses. It was as if an old cover that had been covered for too long had finally been torn off by time.

Stone dust fell in a flurry, revealing a new stone wall with a slightly darker color and seemingly different texture.

On this newly exposed stone wall, there were also densely packed characters, but these characters were much smaller and denser than the four lines of poetry outside, arranged neatly, exuding a solemn and eerie atmosphere.

Biyao's heart started beating even faster.

The secret inheritance that Lady Jinling went to such lengths to unlock, using the Hehuan Bell as the only key, must contain an extraordinary and unparalleled martial arts technique, or... a world-shaking secret!

She suppressed her wildly beating heart, cautiously approached again, and eagerly turned her gaze to the newly appeared words, immersing herself in reading them carefully.

As time went by, Biyao's expression became increasingly unpredictable.

At first, she was surprised and curious, then she suddenly realized what was happening. Then, a complex and indescribable emotion, a mixture of shock, sorrow, and deep emotion, gradually replaced her initial excitement. Her lips were slightly pursed, and her eyes were sometimes sharp and sometimes dazed.

After a long while, she slowly and deeply exhaled, as if to release the turbulent emotions accumulating in her chest. Her gaze was complex as she looked at the words, and she murmured in amazement, her voice trembling slightly.

"So that's how it is... This is the legendary 'Spell of Devotion' created by Lady Jinling."

Unconsciously, she softly recited the opening, breathtaking lines:

"Nine Netherworld Spirits, Gods and Demons of the Heavens"

I offer my blood and body as a sacrifice.

Three lifetimes and seven reincarnations, forever condemned to the realm of Yama.

For the sake of love, I would die without regret.