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

Immediately afterward, she made a move that caused Fifth Book's heart to stop.

Her gaze was alluring as she slowly placed her hand on Shen Shuchou's chest. Her originally fair fingertips instantly transformed into sharp claws, tearing his flesh without warning.

With a piercing scream as bones and flesh were forcibly torn apart, her hand plunged straight into Shen Shuchou's chest cavity, grasping his still violently beating heart.

In that instant, scalding blood gushed out of Shen Shuchou's chest cavity like a high-pressure water jet.

Crimson blood splattered onto Fifth Qinghan's face, leaving streaks on her delicate, porcelain-like skin.

Her originally rosy lips were stained with blood, making them appear even more vibrant and luscious, like a blooming datura flower.

Blood slid down her smooth neck, gathered at her collarbone to form a line of blood, and then meandered down along the undulating snow-capped peaks.

Her full, snowy breasts were stained with blood, and the crimson drops of blood flowed slowly down the snowy path.

It draped a blood-red veil over her snow-white skin, exuding both a deadly allure and an indescribable sinister terror.

Fifth Shu Shuang stood outside the window, frozen in place, her pupils contracting as she watched Fifth Qing Han pull the heart out of Shen Shu Chou's chest.

Fifth Qinghan pressed the blood-soaked heart against her face, and blood slid down her cheek.

She stared intently at her heart, her eyes revealing an extreme madness.

"Sister, look, this is Brother Shen's heart. It's a pity you can never have it again; it belongs only to me now."

Fifth Qinghan's voice was delicate and charming, yet it also carried a chilling madness.

Immediately afterwards, she moved her heart to her lower abdomen, her arm veins bulging, and forcefully stuffed the heart into her body.

As the heart entered, her lower abdomen swelled up instantly.

"Hehehe... Sister, look, I'll soon have Brother Shen's child, hehe... Sister, you lost."

Fifth Qinghan stroked his bulging belly, a strange yet satisfied smile on his face.

The fifth book outside the window could no longer withstand the intense stimulation. His vision went black, his legs went weak, and he fell heavily to the ground.

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When Wu Shushuang slowly woke up, she was still in a daze, thinking that she was still trapped in that nightmare.

But the sight of the festively decorated yet empty bridal chamber cruelly reminded her that this was reality.

She covered her head with her hands in anguish, tears streaming down her face like a burst dam.

The scenes she had just experienced, though seemingly just a dream, felt so real, like a sharp blade, leaving deep wounds on her heart.

This dream felt more like an ominous warning, giving her a premonition that those terrifying scenes were very likely to become reality soon.

"I absolutely cannot let this dream become reality!" Fifth Book bit her lower lip, her teeth almost drawing blood.

She endured the excruciating pain in her head, threw back the quilt, and prepared to get out of bed.

Just then, the carved wooden door creaked open from the outside, and Xia Lingyi walked in carrying a steaming bowl of chicken soup.

Xia Lingyi glanced at the now-awakened Fifth Shushuang, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and a hint of disgust flashed in her eyes.

She placed the chicken soup heavily on the bedside table, her voice as cold as ice: "Drink the soup when you wake up."

Fifth Shu Shuang glanced at the fragrant chicken soup, but at that moment, her mind was filled with the terrifying scene from her dream, and she had no interest in drinking the soup.

She threw back the covers, about to get out of bed, but Xia Lingyi blocked her way with her long arm. "Drink it!"

Xia Lingyi's tone was firm and left no room for argument.

Fifth Shu Shuang was extremely anxious and shook her head vigorously: "I need to find Shen Xuejian! Where is she? I need to see her right now!"

"Miss Shen has already left."

Xia Lingyi's expression was indifferent, and her voice was devoid of any warmth.

These words struck like a bolt from the blue, instantly exploding in Fifth Shushuang's mind.

"How could this happen? Where did she go? Tell me quickly!"

Fifth Shu Shuang gripped Xia Lingyi's shoulders tightly with both hands, her nails almost digging into her flesh.

Xia Lingyi winced in pain, a flash of anger crossing her face, and she abruptly pushed Fifth Shushuang onto the bed.

He patted the shoulder that had been grabbed with disgust: "How should I know! Miss Shen told me to take good care of you, so you'd better behave and not move around!"

After being thwarted time and time again, Fifth Shu Shuang's anger suddenly flared up.

Her almond-shaped eyes widened, and she roared angrily, "Get out of the way! I need to save Brother Shen!"

After yelling, she rushed toward the door without thinking.

Xia Lingyi watched her retreating figure, a flicker of pain crossing her face, but her voice remained icy: "If it weren't for you two sisters, how could Brother Shen have ended up like this? You shouldn't have appeared in the Shen family at all, much less in front of Brother Shen!"

Fifth Book's body stiffened, and he stopped in his tracks.

Tears blurred her vision, and she subconsciously shook her head slightly.

She wanted to refute him, but when she thought of what Fifth Qinghan had done in her dream, her throat felt blocked and she couldn't say a word.

In the end, she remained silent and rushed out of the bridal chamber like a madwoman.

Shen Xuejian wasn't there; she couldn't possibly get to that snowy place by herself.

But soon, a thought flashed through Fifth Shushuang's mind, and she remembered someone.

Perhaps this person can help her find Shen Xuejian and take her to the place that will determine her fate.

Half an hour later, Shan Mengsheng was slightly taken aback when she saw Fifth Shushuang suddenly appear in front of her.

Upon hearing Fifth Shushuang's request, a barely perceptible glint flashed in Shan Mengsheng's eyes, followed by a meaningful smile: "Alright! I'll take you to her."

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Extremely cold wilderness.

Inside that small wooden cabin, Fifth Qinghan was completely unaware that her location had already been exposed.

Fifth Qinghan sat on the bed, her expression forlorn. Her soft, boneless hand gently caressed her flat stomach, her voice filled with sorrow: "Brother Shen, why can't Qinghan conceive your child?"

As she spoke, she suddenly raised her eyes and looked directly at Shen Shuchou, who was lying on the bed.

Shen Shuchou's face was as cold as frost, and his whole body exuded a chilling aura that kept people at a distance.

Faced with Fifth Qinghan's words, Shen Shuchou kept his lips tightly shut and did not utter a single word.

Looking at the woman in front of him, a sense of fear quietly grew in Shen Shuchou's heart, a fear that clung to him like a venomous snake.

Even in his previous life, when he was imprisoned by Luo Shisan in a dimly lit room, the long torture had never instilled in him such indescribable fear.

But in this life, what Fifth Qinghan brought him was a suffocating sense of oppression.

Her love was so twisted, it seemed to want to devour his flesh inch by inch, making him tremble from the depths of his soul.

"Is it that Qinghan is useless, or does Brother Shen simply not want Qinghan to have your child?"

Fifth Qinghan's delicate voice was full of sorrow, and her sickly flushed face suddenly moved close to Shen Shuchou's face.

Her bloodshot eyes, like a deep pool burning with mad flames, greedily scrutinized every expression on Shen Shuchou's face at close range.

That gaze seemed to pierce through his soul, trying to catch a trace of panic on his cold, stern face.

What she saw before her was only endless cold, like a deep, icy pool, without the slightest ripple.

Seeing this, Fifth Qinghan suddenly smiled, a smile that seemed particularly eerie in the dimly lit wooden house.

She slowly extended a hand and gently placed it on Shen Shuchou's heart, as if caressing the most precious treasure in the world.

Then, she uttered something startling, her voice soft yet tinged with madness: "Brother Shen, tell me, is it only by winning your heart that Qinghan can conceive your child?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly tightened her grip, her sharp nails instantly digging into Shen Shuchou's flesh.

Fresh blood gushed from her fingertips, staining the pale sheets with shocking blood flowers.

Shen Shuchou winced in pain, his brows furrowing slightly. His icy eyes, like a deep, cold night, stared directly at Fifth Qinghan before he coldly asked, "Are you going to kill me?"

Upon hearing this, Fifth Qinghan's expression froze, and his previously manic look was instantly replaced by sorrow.

Her eyes were full of grievance, like an abandoned child, and she said softly, "How could Qinghan kill Brother Shen? Qinghan wouldn't do such a thing."

But then, she abruptly changed the subject, her tone turning chillingly crazed: "Qinghan just wants this heart, wants to possess it, wants this heart to contain only Qinghan."

Her voice grew softer and softer, yet it carried an indescribable resolve: "But if this heart can't hold Qinghan, then Qinghan will have no choice but to put this heart into Qinghan's body, so that Brother Shen won't be able to escape anywhere... Hehehe..."

Fifth Qinghan chuckled softly, the sound echoing through the quiet wooden house.

Hearing her crazy and twisted words, Shen Shuchou's expression remained unchanged. He had heard all sorts of distorted and unbearable things over the past few days.

Sometimes he could keenly sense that Fifth Qinghan really wanted to kill him.

However, in Fifth Qinghan's distorted perception, this only meant that the two of them were completely merged into one in a terrifying way.