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

Seven days passed in the blink of an eye.

Fifth Shushuang, dressed in plain white mourning clothes, stood quietly outside the mourning hall.

Her slender fingertips slowly traced the cold door, peering through the mottled cracks.

His gaze was fixed on the flickering white candle beside the coffin, his eyes filled with heartbreaking despair.

For the past seven days, Fifth Sister never left the mourning hall. No matter what kind of harsh words were spoken to her, she seemed not to hear them, like an emotionless statue, woodenly enduring everything.

Now that his term of service had ended, Fifth Shu Shuang slowly left with heavy steps.

Because she knew that there was still a crucial thing to be done: to reclaim Shen Shuchou's physical body.

Before leaving, she was ultimately unable to see Wang Lan one last time.

However, as soon as she stepped out of the door, a figure suddenly blocked her way.

The person who arrived was Xia Lingyi.

These seven days were undoubtedly an ordeal for Xia Lingyi, who was on the verge of collapse.

She was just a weak, ordinary person who, under endless torment, had long since become like a walking corpse, devoid of life.

Xia Lingyi's eyes churned with intense, blood-red hatred as she slowly walked towards Fifth Shushuang.

Suddenly, she raised her hand, and a gust of wind carrying her resentment rushed towards her.

"Snapped!"

A crisp slap rang out in the silence, particularly jarring.

Immediately afterwards, the second and third palms fell in succession, the loud sounds echoing in the air.

Upon hearing the commotion, the Shen family members rushed over, only to be shocked by what they saw.

Fifth Shu Shuang stood motionless like a wooden stake, letting Xia Ling Yi, who had lost her mind and gone mad, keep slapping her face again and again.

Even though Xia Lingyi's hands were already red and swollen from being slapped, they seemed insignificant compared to the intense, unyielding bloodlust in her eyes.

Over the past seven days, her throat had become hoarse from heart-wrenching sobs.

Now, this powerless slap has become the only way for her to vent the hatred in her heart.

"Kill me... Come on! Kill me with your sword!"

Xia Lingyi screamed hoarsely.

The fifth book remained completely unmoved.

The next second, Xia Lingyi in front of him swayed and fell straight down.

This sudden turn of events instantly enraged the onlookers.

Their faces flushed with indignation, and they swarmed around like a tide, convinced that Fifth Shushuang had done something wrong.

Just as Fifth Shushuang was surrounded by the crowd, and the situation was tense, a clear and cold voice came from afar: "Go back, all of you."

As soon as she finished speaking, Shen Xuejian, dressed in plain white, slowly appeared. She had witnessed everything that had just happened, but had not intervened to stop Xia Lingyi.

In fact, if she could, she would love to draw her sword and kill Fifth Shushuang immediately, but she knew that now was not the time.

At this moment, Shen Xuejian's condition was also extremely unstable.

Upon returning to the Shen residence, the two long-dormant memories in her mind clashed violently like two ferocious beasts.

If she hadn't been prepared and taken many precautions in advance, she would probably have been devoured by the demonic thoughts and fallen into an abyss of no return by now.

Even though she managed to calm herself down, she knew she had to leave, and this was likely the last time she would return to the Shen residence.

Perhaps from this day forward, every detail of the Shen family will gradually fade from her memory.

But the hatred he felt for Fifth Shushuang was like a vine rooted in his heart, and it wouldn't dissipate so easily.

Upon seeing Shen Xuejian appear, everyone reluctantly helped Xia Lingyi up and retreated back into the Shen residence.

Shen Xuejian turned to face Fifth Shushuang, her eyes filled with icy coldness, her voice frosty: "Let's go!"

Fifth Shu Shuang shook her head slightly, as if she had planned this all along, and raised her chin in a calm reply: "I won't go back. I will come back when everything has settled down."

Shen Xuejian stared intently into her eyes for a long time before slowly turning around. Her figure disappeared before her eyes as her clothes fluttered.

At that moment, Fifth Shu Shuang glanced back at the vast Shen mansion before heading off in one direction.

This day marked the seventh day since Shen Shuchou's death.

In this secluded and tranquil place, a bizarre scene is unfolding.

Inside the originally dark and damp cave, the flickering scarlet lanterns cast eerie glows on the surrounding stone walls.

In the glow of the blood-red lanterns, a figure in a red wedding dress could be seen faintly.

Fifth Qinghan was dressed in an elaborate wedding gown, with a bright red veil hanging down to her waist. She sat quietly by the carved bed, her skirt embroidered with twin lotus flowers cascading to the ground.

Shen Shuchou, who should have been sleeping soundly in bed, was now standing straight in front of her.

His skin was pale and bluish, and his movements were stiff like a marionette. His long, slender fingers slowly extended, and his fingertips swept through the air, bringing a chill.

The moment the veil was lifted, Fifth Qinghan's stunningly beautiful face was revealed, but the smile froze on her lips, and her pale lips parted slightly: "Husband..."

As the murmur trembled in the cold air, Shen Shuchou's pale fingers climbed up Fifth Qinghan's shoulder like withered branches.

With the touch of those cool fingertips, her clothes slowly slipped down her fragrant shoulders.

In just a few moments, the red wedding dress was completely removed.

The crimson light shone unhindered on her delicate, snow-white body and the surrounding mountains.

"Husband..." Fifth Qinghan suddenly pressed Shen Shuchou's stiff head into his arms, his cinnabar-stained fingertips digging deeply into the back of his neck.

"Qinghan...I want you to really...take me just once."

Her breath, close to her ear, carried a seductive aura, her crimson lips brushing against her cold earlobe.

Her words were delicate and gentle, yet they carried an irresistible depth of affection and unwavering resolve.

Fifth Qinghan's fingertips trembled slightly, her pale fingers sliding down like butterfly wings, gently unbuttoning the clothes of the person in front of her.

Her posture, in a fleeting moment, truly resembled that of a bride about to spend a romantic night with her husband.

In an instant, light and shadow flickered on the cave wall, and two bodies intertwined like vines, merging into one in the dim light.

A soft, delicate moan escaped from her rosy lips, flowing gently through the cave like spring water.

Above the heavens, a pair of invisible eyes watched all of this.

Then came a soft sigh, which dissipated into the quiet night.

The scene before him felt incredibly familiar to Shen Shuchou.

For female protagonists like Fifth Qinghan, who are extremely morbid, even if their souls are gone, their bodies still need to be possessed.

But in Fifth Qinghan's distorted perception, everything she did was not morbid or terrifying.

She simply longed for Shen Shuchou to belong to her completely, for her to be the only one in his world, and for her to exclusively enjoy this almost obsessive love.

Even knowing that she was embracing nothing more than a soulless shell, she still channeled her demonic energy to force a sinister ghost marriage with this body.

However, Fifth Qinghan's next move sent a chill down Shen Shuchou's spine, even though he had already vanished into nothingness.

She placed her entire body over Shen Shuchou's, and demonic energy surged and condensed in her palm, instantly transforming into a chilling short blade.

High above, Shen Shuchou's invisible gaze was fixed on this scene.

A flash of cold light, and the short blade pierced straight into the body's chest cavity.

As the blade slowly sliced ​​through the flesh, the subtle sound of flesh being cut echoed in the quiet cave.

Crimson blood gushed from the wound, instantly splattering across Fifth Qinghan's pale cheeks, but it did nothing to stop her from continuing her actions.

Her movements were so gentle they were almost pious, her fingertips even trembling slightly, yet what she did was chilling.

In a short while, the soulless body was ripped open by a sharp blade.

When a beating heart is exposed to the air, its image, connected to flesh and blood, comes into view.

Fifth Qinghan's body trembled violently, whether from excitement or morbid satisfaction, it was hard to tell.

High above the sky, Shen Shuchou instinctively wanted to close his eyes, but he couldn't look away.

The next moment, Fifth Qinghan's action caused his invisible pupils to suddenly contract.

The still-dripping dagger, illuminated by the flickering candlelight, suddenly changed direction and plunged straight into her own chest.

Watching her cut open the flesh in the same way, and hearing the muffled "thump-thump" of a heartbeat coming from inside the cave, Shen Shuchou felt a chill run down his spine.

As blood gushed forth, Fifth Qinghan's pale face flushed with a sickly redness.

Upon seeing this, Shen Shuchou instantly guessed what she was about to do.

Fifth Qinghan wanted her "I am the only demon heart" in exchange for Shen Shuchou's dead heart!

Fifth Qinghan's demonic heart had already been cultivated to its peak. In addition, she was originally formed from the dark side of the world's will, so even if her heart and flesh were forcibly separated, she would not die.

However, such a heaven-defying act would still greatly damage her spiritual power, and the demonic energy surrounding her would become unstable and chaotic.

However, she disregarded these consequences, and driven by her morbid obsession, she considered this pain to be a trivial price to pay.

With trembling fingertips wreathed in dark demonic energy, she suddenly ripped out the boiling demonic heart.

The moment her heart left her body, dark red blood droplets splattered like mist, but she revealed a maniacal laugh and slowly extended the still-beating demonic heart toward the empty chest cavity of Shen Shuchou's body.

P.S.: Sigh! My mind is completely blank.