After nine lifetimes of reincarnation, the yandere villainous heroine descends.

Luo Shisan's figure didn't pause at all, like an incredibly swift lightning bolt, returning to Jiyue City in the blink of an eye.

When she forcefully pushed open the heavy door and hurried into the room, the scene before her made her body tremble violently, as if she had been struck hard by a powerful thunderbolt, and she stood frozen in place for a moment.

There was no sign of Shen Shuchou on the bed; the place where he should have been lying was now empty.

As far as the eye could see, only the broken chains lay scattered on the ground, like withered branches and fallen leaves that had been ruthlessly abandoned.

Scattered lifelessly, they exuded a heartbreaking sense of decay and desolation.

"No!"

"No!"

"No!"

Luo Shisan's steps kept retreating, each step appearing so heavy and unsteady.

Her face instantly turned ashen, and her heart ached as if countless tiny needles were pricking her, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

Luo Shisan staggered to the bedside, his hands trembling as he reached out and tightly gripped the blankets, holding them to his nose as he inhaled the unique scent of Shen Shuchou.

The familiar scent seemed to linger, yet it was gradually dissipating, causing her heart to clench even tighter and her eyes to involuntarily redden.

"How could you leave me... How could you do this to me..."

Luo Shisan murmured softly.

The voice seemed to be squeezed from the depths of the soul, its coldness revealing endless loneliness, like the wind sobbing alone in the cold night, desolate and mournful.

Deep within her heart, a complex and intense emotion was quietly and steadily growing.

The emotions were like a surging undercurrent, crashing against the banks of her soul wave after wave.

It was like wildly spreading weeds, occupying every corner of her heart with unstoppable force.

Gu Yaohua, who was far away at the Qing Shang Sect, suddenly opened her eyes. A strange light flashed in her bright eyes as she keenly sensed the subtle changes in her connection with Luo Shisan.

She chuckled softly, her tone tinged with surprise and delight: "I didn't expect it! You're out so quickly."

Luo Qingchuan followed closely behind, hurrying into the room.

Looking at Luo Shisan, who was lying on the ground with a sad expression, and then glancing at the empty bed and the broken chains, he understood what had happened after a moment's thought.

"I raised you... why did you leave me..."

"Why!"

"Why is that?"

Luo Shisan's sorrowful voice continued to echo in the room.

Luo Shisan's voice was filled with pain and despair, like a sob, each word seemingly squeezed out from a broken heart, carrying deep sorrow and resentment.

Her body trembled slightly, and tears welled up uncontrollably in her eyes, sliding down her cheeks and dripping onto the cold ground.

"Thirteen, are you alright? Maybe he just went out."

Luo Qingchuan spoke up to comfort him, his voice soft and gentle, trying to soothe Luo Shisan's inner pain.

Luo Shisan suddenly looked up at him, and that glance sent a chill down Luo Qingchuan's spine.

Luo Shisan's eyes turned unusually cold, his icy gaze like ice that had never melted for a thousand years, inspiring fear in those who looked upon him.

A glistening tear clung to the corner of her eye, yet the tear stood in stark contrast to her indifferent expression, creating a heartbreaking effect.

Deep within her eyes, a black lotus was quietly blooming.

The black lotus seemed to come from the abyss of darkness, exuding a mysterious and dangerous aura that sent chills down one's spine.

Luo Shisan ignored him and stood up on his own, rushing out the door like the wind once again.

She suddenly remembered a familiar feeling from that place, and now she realized it was Shen Shuchou's scent. That scent was like an indelible mark etched into her soul, unforgettable.

After Luo Shisan left, Luo Qingchuan hesitated only slightly before reporting what had happened here to Gu Yaohua via telepathy.

Gu Yaohua smiled faintly upon hearing this: "I see, very good."

No wonder Luo Shisan suddenly changed like this; it all comes down to Shen Shuchou's departure.

"So what do we do now?!"

Luo Qingchuan asked.

"Just capture him and return him to Luo Shisan."

Gu Yaohua said calmly, her tone completely undisturbed.

Just as Luo Qingchuan was about to leave, he heard Gu Yaohua's voice continue.

"Capture him, but not now. This moment is the perfect opportunity for Thirteen's hatred to grow."

"Not only should we not capture him now, but we should also try to stop Luo Shisan. When this hatred becomes strong enough to kill him, we can then send that kid to Shisan."

Gu Yaohua's voice continued to come out, her voice filled with calmness and calculation, as if everything was under her control.

Upon hearing this, Luo Qingchuan nodded slightly, a look of understanding flashing in his eyes, and then chased after Luo Shisan.

When Luo Qingchuan returned to the place he had just been, he found that the surrounding area had been turned into ruins.

The dust filled the sky like a gray curtain, obscuring the sun.

Luo Shisan's figure resembled a crazed, out-of-control madman, recklessly wielding his longsword.

The longsword in her hand was like a wild horse, galloping wildly. Its sword energy flashed with a chilling light, crisscrossing like a silver snake. Wherever it went, the wind howled and stones flew.

Luo Shisan's face was twisted into a near-grotesque grimace, his eyes bloodshot and burning like fireballs, as he muttered repeatedly, "Come out! You're mine."

Her voice was hoarse and shrill, filled with endless madness and obsession, as if she had fallen into a state of out-of-control madness.

Luo Qingchuan did not rush forward to stop him, but chose to stand silently to the side, quietly waiting for Luo Shisan to vent his anger and pain completely.

Time passed quietly, and after an unknown amount of time, Luo Shisan finally calmed down.

Her body stopped trembling, and the long sword in her hand slowly fell to the ground, as if the raging storm had finally subsided temporarily.

Luo Qingchuan then cautiously walked forward.

Before he could even speak, Luo Shisan's resolute voice rang in his ears.

"I need to find him."

Luo Shisan hung her head and let her hair down, the messy strands of hair obscuring most of her face, her voice revealing an undeniable determination.

Upon hearing this, Luo Qingchuan couldn't help but recall Gu Yaohua's order, and then he steeled himself and said, "Thirteen, you cannot leave now."

The moment these words were spoken, a sharp "whoosh" sound pierced the air.

A cold sword flashed like lightning and was placed across Luo Qingchuan's neck. Luo Shisan slowly turned his head at that moment.

Beneath the black hair was a pair of red eyes, as if burning with raging flames.

"You must stop me."

Luo Shisan's cold words came out in a low voice, as if they came from the coldest hell, making people shudder.

Luo Qingchuan did not answer, but stood silently and calmly. However, his aura was slowly leaking out like a gently flowing stream.

If Luo Shisan makes any further moves, he will not hesitate to take action and subdue her quickly.

In this tense and suffocating atmosphere, a figure suddenly appeared in front of Luo Shisan like a ghost.

A hand was gently placed on hers, and Luo Shisan turned her head sharply, only to find that the person who came was the female Taoist priest she had seen that day.

Gu Yaohua seemed to possess immense strength, easily taking the sword from her grasp.

With her other hand gently stroking Luo Shisan's face, she said in a voice as soft as a spring breeze, "Child! You have suffered all these years."

The voice was filled with tenderness and affection, as if it could melt the ice in Luo Shisan's heart.

"Who exactly are you?"

Luo Shisan asked in a hoarse voice.

"I am your aunt, and also your mother's sister."

This time, Gu Yaohua did not choose to hide it. She looked at Luo Shisan with a firm yet gentle gaze and spoke slowly.

These few words once again made Luo Shisan tremble, as if he had been hit hard.

At this moment, she fully understood why she felt a sense of familiarity when she last saw her, and why that doll made her heart flutter.

It is a connection that originates from the depths of blood, a quiet call from the unbreakable bonds of kinship.

"Can you help me find my younger brother?"

Luo Shisan's throat bobbed as she spoke with difficulty, her eyes filled with expectation and longing, her voice trembling slightly.

Luo Shisan did not doubt Gu Yaohua's words, but at this moment, all she wanted to do was find her younger brother.

"My child! I am your family. In this world, only family will never leave you."

Gu Yaohua shook her head slightly and said earnestly, her eyes full of tenderness.

"My younger brother is also my family. I found him and raised him."

Luo Shisan immediately became anxious and spoke loudly. Her emotions became agitated, and her hands unconsciously clenched.

"If they are your family, why would they leave you?"

Gu Yaohua said calmly, her tone gentle yet like a heavy hammer blow to Luo Shisan's heart.

Upon hearing this, Luo Shisan lowered her eyes and remained silent for a long time. Her lips trembled slightly.

"Your aunt promises you that she will find him and hand him over to you to deal with. At that time, you can do whatever you want with him."

Gu Yaohua spoke again, her voice gentle yet firm, as if making an extremely solemn promise.

Luo Shisan slightly raised his eyes and met Gu Yaohua's gaze. In that instant, a mysterious line seemed to flicker in the void.

Luo Shisan's eyes gradually calmed down, and he simply nodded slightly.

Then Gu Yaohua gently touched him, and Luo Shisan fell into a coma, lying softly in her arms.

"Master, are you taking her back to the sect?"

Upon seeing this, Luo Qingchuan quickly inquired.

Gu Yaohua nodded in agreement.

"But if we do that, Luo Zian and the others will definitely notice."

Luo Qingchuan said, his brows furrowed tightly.

Gu Yaohua simply smiled and said, "Tomorrow is the day the city falls, and it's hard to say whether they can retreat safely."

Then, Gu Yaohua calmly waved her hand, and all the remaining wisps of energy were instantly collected into her palm.

Immediately afterwards, these auras quickly transformed into a phantom image map, which was slowly handed to Luo Qingchuan.

She said solemnly, "Send someone to follow him. Don't let him get too far away, and don't let him die."

Having said that, Gu Yaohua, holding Luo Shisan, vanished like a phantom, leaving only a gentle breeze behind.

Luo Qingchuan gripped the illusory map tightly in his hand, staring at Shen Shuchou's footprints on it, and fell into a slight silence.