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

"No, sir, please don't."

Jiang Qianqiu suddenly woke up from the bed.

Looking at the empty room, Jiang Qianqiu felt a pang of heartache.

Before I knew it, my back was soaked with sweat, and tears were streaming down my face.

Jiang Qianqiu had a nightmare; the dream was filled with a hazy, gray mist.

She was bound by invisible shackles, and Jiang Qianqiu could only see what appeared to be a human-shaped outline in the fog of her dream.

The silhouette was incredibly familiar to Jiang Qianqiu. She wanted to go over, but was blocked by the thick gray fog.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Qianqiu saw the blurry outline being pierced by several sharp blades, and a large amount of blood flowed out.

Jiang Qianqiu felt a sharp pain in her heart, as if those sharp blades were piercing it.

Jiang Qianqiu screamed at the top of her lungs, but to no avail; she couldn't enter the gray-white fog.

I watched helplessly as that familiar silhouette was gradually swallowed by blood.

Jiang Qianqiu's heart was pounding like a drum, as if foreshadowing something bad.

"No! This isn't real."

Jiang Qianqiu hurriedly got off the bed, muttering to herself.

"That's not the gentleman, that's not him, it's all fake, it's just a dream."

Jiang Qianqiu muttered to herself as she searched the courtyard for her teacher.

It was the height of afternoon, the sun was blazing, and Shen Shuchou would usually take a nap in the rocking chair in the courtyard.

But when the panicked Jiang Qianqiu arrived here, she found that only the rocking chair was missing that familiar figure.

With a thud.

Jiang Qianqiu collapsed beside the rocking chair, her eyes blurred with tears, and a feeling of unease spread throughout her body.

My whole body felt drained of energy, and I was extremely weak.

"Where is the sir? Where are you, sir?"

Jiang Qianqiu felt like a drowning person, filled with a suffocating sensation.

"By the way, the Wen residence. The master is at the Wen residence, he will surely be alright."

Jiang Qianqiu thought of the Wen residence, and immediately forced himself to walk towards it step by step.

Shen Shuchou had taken her to the Wen residence before, and Jiang Qianqiu left step by step following the route.

Not long after leaving the hospital, Jiang Qianqiu saw that the once bustling streets were deserted, and there were several pools of blood.

As they got closer to the Wen residence, Jiang Qianqiu's unease grew stronger.

Not long after, not far from the Wen residence, Jiang Qianqiu saw a group of people dressed in black armor walking towards them.

After dodging the group, Jiang Qianqiu rushed towards the entrance of the Wen family mansion like a madman.

As soon as she arrived at the entrance, Jiang Qianqiu's eyes widened in shock. The once magnificent Wen mansion now looked like hell.

Corpses lay scattered everywhere, their bright red blood soaking the earth.

This horrific scene immediately reminded Jiang Qianqiu of the imagery in his dream.

A deep sense of fear welled up within her, and Jiang Qianqiu, her face pale, stepped over the corpses and walked towards the inner courtyard.

The road was littered with corpses, and Jiang Qianqiu dared not let anyone escape.

Jiang Qianqiu was afraid; she was afraid that one of these people might be her husband's body.

Jiang Qianqiu clutched her pounding heart, as if it would jump out at any moment.

Tears blurred her vision, and Jiang Qianqiu was unable to speak.

I kept reassuring myself that my husband would be alright, he would definitely be alright.

Although Jiang Qianqiu didn't know what had happened at the Wen residence, she only had one thought: to find her teacher.

The deaths of others were none of her concern; Jiang Qianqiu only cared about her husband.

After crossing the pond to the backyard, Jiang Qianqiu's tear-filled eyes immediately locked onto that familiar white dress.

However, the white clothes were now stained red with blood.

boom!

Jiang Qianqiu's mind went blank.

They stood still, their faces showing unease and anxiety.

A moment later, Jiang Qianqiu's eyes turned bloodshot, and she rushed over like a madwoman.

After taking only two steps, Jiang Qianqiu collapsed to the ground due to overwhelming fear, her legs unable to support her weight.

Jiang Qianqiu climbed on the ground with her hands, no longer caring whether the clothes her husband had bought for her would get dirty.

In the past, Jiang Qianqiu would have cherished it, but now Jiang Qianqiu doesn't care about that anymore.

When Jiang Qianqiu climbed up to the white-clad figure, he saw the face that had accompanied him day and night.

Jiang Qianqiu was utterly desperate; she couldn't believe it was real.

She only took a nap, how could she have become like this when she woke up?

Jiang Qianqiu opened her mouth silently, but found that she seemed unable to speak; a thousand words were stuck in her throat.

"Waaaaah~"

Jiang Qianqiu hugged Shen Shuchou's body tightly and cried loudly.

Jiang Qianqiu gently stroked Shen Shuchou's face, looking at the several wounds on his body.

Jiang Qianqiu cried for an unknown amount of time, until her tears seemed to have dried up completely.

All the beautiful memories of the past have now become a cold corpse.

Seeing the man she longed for turn into a corpse, Jiang Qianqiu was filled with despair and felt suffocated.

"Hehehe~ You want revenge."

Suddenly a voice rang in Jiang Qianqiu's ear.

A cold wind blew around Jiang Qianqiu, and a chilling aura surrounded her.

"Who are you."

Jiang Qianqiu asked in a hoarse voice.

"Who I am is not important. What's important is whether you want revenge, and whether you want to know who killed your husband."

The voice rang out again.

Jiang Qianqiu didn't hesitate and asked directly, "Who did this?"

There was no one around. How did this voice appear, and who was it?

Jiang Qianqiu showed no fear; her master was dead, so what was there for her to be afraid of?

All she wants to know now is who did all this; she wants revenge for her husband.

The next moment, a series of images appeared in Jiang Qianqiu's mind, which was the scene of Shen Shuchou at the Wen residence.

In that scene, Jiang Qianqiu saw her husband being stabbed on the ground by Wen Yuning, and she saw a woman appear on the horizon.

Finally, she also saw that the woman had ordered the group to kill her beloved husband.

"Hehe~ Waaah~ It's you guys again, it's all your fault, you're the ones who killed the master."

After watching the entire clip, Jiang Qianqiu seemed to be both crying and laughing, her youthful face resembling a vengeful ghost.

Jiang Qianqiu already disliked the two daughters of the Wen family, and now it was because of these two that her master was killed.

Jiang Qianqiu's murderous intent towards the two women was now bursting forth uncontrollably.

Water Moon Palace, Netherworld Palace, Fairy of the Moonlit Clouds, Wen Qingning, Wen Yuning, Zhao Hongye.

Jiang Qianqiu kept these names firmly in his heart.

"Tell me! How do I want revenge?"

Jiang Qianqiu asked, but she didn't ask herself what she would have to give up. As long as she could maintain her husband's life, she was willing to give anything.

"Come with me, and I'll teach you the methods of cultivation. In less than twenty years, you'll be able to kill them all. Hehehe~ How about that?"

The voice chuckled.

"it is good."

Jiang Qianqiu said coldly.

"Huh! How come there's still someone alive here?"

Just then, a voice came from not far behind Jiang Qianqiu.

Then another voice said, "Why bother with her? Just kill her."

"That's true, let's hurry up and kill them and take some valuables."

The footsteps were gradually approaching Jiang Qianqiu.

"They were also part of the group that killed your husband. Do you want to kill them? I can lend you my power."

Jiang Qianqiu did not reply; her silence was the answer.

"Hehehe! Go ahead and kill them all."

The next moment, a cloud of black mist appeared beside Jiang Qianqiu.

An indescribable power emerged within his body. Jiang Qianqiu's pupils were as black as ink, like the deepest darkness of the night, and a cold and deathly killing intent surged forth.

The black-armored soldier stopped in his tracks, looked at the sudden black mist, his face filled with terror, and ran back without thinking.

"what!"

Jiang Qianqiu controlled the black energy to enter through its seven orifices, causing its body to suddenly swell before exploding into a mass of blood and gore.

"What's going on?"

The black-armored soldiers outside, having just rushed in upon hearing the screams inside, were terrified by what they saw.

Before they could even leave, Jiang Qianqiu's dark eyes locked onto them with murderous intent.

In an instant!

One by one, the bodies of these black-armored soldiers were blown into a bloody mist, leaving no trace of their remains.

Finally, Jiang Qianqiu carefully controlled the black energy to envelop Shen Shuchou's body and flew away from this place following the guidance of the voice in his heart.

Shen Shuchou saw all of this clearly.

He was dead, but not completely dead. Shen Shuchou had now become a pair of invisible eyes, quietly watching everything.