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

"Hehehe... Hahaha... Waaah..."

"It's fake...it's all fake..."

Luo Shisan supported himself on the ground with his hands and knees crossed, his head hanging down, his hair scattered in disarray, and he chuckled softly.

Then, the low chuckle gradually turned into an almost manic laugh, a laugh that seemed to pierce the clouds and shatter the heavens.

Then, the laughter abruptly turned into sobbing, each cry heartbreaking and sorrowful.

Two lines of bloody tears slowly flowed down Luo Shisan's eyes, the crimson blood dripping onto the ground and blooming into shocking flowers.

"Liars, liars, you're all liars."

Luo Shisan looked up at the sky and roared, his voice filled with endless grief and despair.

Her black hair moved freely without wind, flying wildly like black flames burning.

A terrifying aura emanated from her, wave after wave, surging and crashing into the distance, as if to crush everything in the world.

Clang!

With a gentle flick of her wrist, Luo Shisan sent the blood-red sword, gleaming with a cold light, flying into her hand.

Luo Shisan walked unsteadily, his body trembling, and struggled step by step to Shen Shuchou.

The sword tip pressed against his chest, her lips trembling slightly as she murmured, "Brother, I love you so much, yet you lied to me. Why did you do this?"

"Because they're all fake."

Shen Shuchou spoke coldly and ruthlessly.

"Heh... Then tell me, what is true?"

Luo Shisan gently leaned down, one hand gripping Shen Shuchou's throat tightly like an iron clamp, his voice as cold as frost, as if coming from the deepest hell.

Those icy eyes were filled with bloodthirsty madness and boundless hatred, as if they were about to devour Shen Shuchou.

"Everything here is both real and fake, but the only constant truth is that I don't love you. Neither the me here nor the me outside has ever loved you even a little."

Shen Shuchou showed no fear and said coldly.

These words struck like a thunderbolt, revealing a cruel truth and also marking the end of an illusion.

Luo Shisan's love for Shen Shuchou was already ingrained in her bones and engraved in her heart. Even in the illusion, she couldn't distinguish it, and she wouldn't even have such thoughts.

Even if Shen Shuchou tells her in person that everything here is fake.

Under the heavy influence of the illusion, Luo Shisan could no longer distinguish between reality and illusion, and was plunged into endless confusion and pain.

With a soft thud, Luo Shisan's blood sword pierced Shen Shuchou's heart with lightning speed without hesitation.

In an instant, blood gushed out like a surging, towering pillar.

Warm blood sprayed densely onto Luo Shisan's face like raindrops.

However, at this moment, the blood that should have been warm seemed to carry the chill of a thousand-year-old ice, the biting cold penetrating straight through her skin and reaching the depths of her soul.

"Brother, you lied to me, so please die."

Luo Shisan clenched his teeth, his voice trembling, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth, resolute yet sorrowful.

She fiercely drew her longsword, her gaze as cold and merciless as she watched Shen Shuchou's life slowly ebb away, without a trace of pity or hesitation in her eyes.

"Luo Shisan, I'm waiting for you outside. I'm waiting for you to come and kill me."

Shen Shuchou's lips curled into an extremely eerie, cold smile, exuding a chilling aura.

Shortly afterward, his body dissipated into the air like smoke until it disappeared completely.

After doing all this, Luo Shisan's body trembled slightly as he slowly turned his head to look at the two children on the other side.

A complex and profound emotion was quietly flowing in her eyes—the radiance of maternal love, gentle yet firm.

From childhood to adulthood, Luo Shisan has never truly experienced the warmth of paternal and maternal love.

But here, she lived with Shen Shuchou for thirty years, during which time they went through countless ups and downs and had a son and a daughter.

These were precious emotions she had never possessed or experienced before. But she never imagined that these emotions, which she once cherished and longed for, would turn out to be a carefully crafted deception.

After a slight hesitation, a look of pain and struggle flashed across Luo Shisan's face.

However, the next second, she still made her move. A terrifying sword aura roared out and instantly crushed the lives of the two children.

"I'm sorry! It's all my fault. You all wait for me down there. Once I bring your father back, the four of us can be reunited."

Luo Shisan's lips trembled as he murmured to himself.

Her voice was filled with endless pain and regret, and tears streamed uncontrollably from her eyes, running down her blood-stained cheeks.

Her eyes were empty and lost, as if her soul had left her body, leaving only a walking corpse, wandering alone in this world full of bloodshed and despair.

But at that moment, everything around them suddenly disappeared, and their vision instantly transformed into a magnificent hall.

But that world full of bloodshed and pain did not disappear in Luo Shisan's eyes, as if it was deeply imprinted in the depths of her soul.

"My child! You have suffered."

Gu Yaohua suddenly appeared in front of Luo Shisan. She reached out her hands and gently embraced Luo Shisan, her movements tender and full of affection.

"Auntie! Where is my brother?" Luo Shisan's voice was lonely and desolate, as if it came from a barren desert, carrying endless vicissitudes and weariness.

"Auntie, would you please send someone to arrest him and bring him back to you for disposal?"

A glint flashed in Gu Yaohua's eyes as she spoke gently.

"No!"

"I will personally bring my brother back."

Luo Shisan interrupted Gu Yaohua, speaking each word with unwavering conviction, as if every word had been crawled out of the deepest hell.

"Your aunt supports you," Gu Yaohua said, which was exactly what Luo Shisan had been waiting to hear.

Immediately, she used her aura to subtly transmit Shen Shuchou's whereabouts to Luo Shisan.

After obtaining Shen Shuchou's whereabouts, Luo Shisan did not hesitate for even a moment and resolutely stepped out of the main hall, his figure gradually disappearing into the distance.

"Master! Should I go with them?" Luo Qingchuan and Gu Nan appeared in the main hall at this moment.

"No one is allowed to interfere. This is her path. Only Thirteen's personal execution can complete the transformation."

Gu Yaohua said coldly.

Then, her gaze fell on the two people's hands, which were still clenched, and her eyes turned slightly cold before she too disappeared from the hall.

"She's so pitiful."

Gu Nan watched Luo Shisan's departing figure and murmured to herself, her voice full of sympathy and pity.

Luo Qingchuan sighed inwardly, but did not reply.

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Pfft!

On the other side, Shen Shuchou suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, a sweet taste in his throat, and a mouthful of blood instantly spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"Ah! What's wrong? Why are you coughing up blood? Why is your heart so troubled? Are you alright?"

This sudden scene immediately caused Ao Zihua to lose her composure and scream in panic.

Shen Shuchou's face was as pale as frost, as if all his life force and vitality had been drained away. His lips were tightly closed, and he did not make a sound. He just slowly looked into the distance.

Just now, he clearly felt a sudden, intense tremor in his heart, like a raging storm churning within.

At the same time, a sinister aura of death, as ghostly as a phantom, silently rose up, like a specter in the darkness, slowly eroding his soul.

In that instant, Shen Shuchou understood perfectly that his destiny in this life was about to come to an end.

And the person who had forged a bond of fate with him was approaching at lightning speed; that person was also the final arbiter of his life.

"Ao Zi, can you leave by yourself?"

Shen Shuchou sat casually on the rock, his tone calm and even, as if he were just casually discussing a trivial matter.

"Huh?"

Ao Zi was slightly taken aback, her face filled with doubt and confusion.

"I am in my original state now, and I need a physical body to reside in, otherwise I can't go anywhere. Do you think I'm too stupid and don't want to take me back to the Dragon Palace?"

Ao Zi's voice trembled slightly, her eyes instantly reddened, and tears welled up in her eyes.

She was filled with grievances and thought that Shen Shuchou disliked her. Her pitiful appearance made people feel sorry for her.

"A physical body? Forget it, forget it! There just happens to be one here."

Shen Shuchou supported his legs and struggled to his feet.

Those eyes, which had been dim, suddenly flashed with a sharp killing intent, locking onto the shadows like a sword.

"Since you have followed me for so long, you must be a kind-hearted person. I happen to have a difficult question. I wonder if you would be willing to lend me your body?"

Shen Shuchou's tone remained calm, yet it carried a chilling undertone.

The members of the Void God Cult in the shadows broke out in a cold sweat, their hearts sinking into an ice cave.

A sense of impending death suddenly surged within him, and only one thought occupied his mind: retreat quickly.

Just as he was about to leave, a hand gently rested on his shoulder.

His body instantly stiffened like ice, and he stood there dumbfounded.

At the same time, a devilish whisper rang in his ears: "Where are you going, Your Excellency?"

The voice seemed to come from the deepest abyss, carrying endless gloom and terror.