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

After the five people left, everyone in the Shen family was plunged into deep grief as they looked at the corpses scattered on the ground.

The cries and shouts mingled together, like a mournful elegy.

At that moment, a woman ran quickly toward Shen Zhoucheng, and then she burst into tears, her cries heart-wrenching.

Xia Lingyi followed the gaze and roughly understood that Shen Zhoucheng had died from a heart attack.

Amidst the heart-wrenching cries, Li gradually fainted and collapsed beside Shen Zhoucheng.

Looking at all this, Xia Lingyi's tearful eyes gradually became desolate, like a desert forgotten by time.

She said calmly to the remaining people, "You may all leave now."

The group exchanged hesitant glances, their eyes filled with uncertainty and worry. One of them cautiously asked, "And what about you?"

Upon hearing this, Xia Lingyi's lips curled into a sorrowful smile, a smile more painful than tears.

She murmured, "I'm not leaving."

Not long after, the remaining servants of the Shen family all left one after another.

Their steps were hurried, and their figures looked particularly lonely in the blood-stained courtyard.

After everyone left, the huge Shen mansion instantly became empty and desolate, leaving only a deathly silence.

Xia Lingyi slowly pulled out an exquisite short blade from her bosom.

"Fifth Shushuang, if there is a next life, I will never let you take Brother Shen away again."

As Xia Lingyi spoke, her eyes were filled with resentment and bitterness.

With a swift and decisive motion, she plunged the short blade into her heart, her movements swift and resolute, without the slightest hesitation.

In an instant! A sharp pain swept through her entire body, as if countless needles were piercing her at the same time.

Her body trembled slightly, and her face showed a pained expression, but a sad smile still lingered on her lips.

Blood gushed from her chest, staining her clothes and the ground beneath her feet.

In the quiet Shen mansion, her life vanished as swiftly as a shooting star.

Just as she lay dying, as the flame of her life was about to go out, a figure appeared before her without her noticing.

Hearing the noise, Xia Lingyi struggled to lift her head. Her lifeless eyes recognized the person who had come, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

"How...you're back again?"

Xia Lingyi said with difficulty, her voice as weak as a breath in the wind.

But as soon as she finished speaking, Xia Lingyi realized something was wrong.

Although the person in front of him looked exactly like Fifth Shu Shuang, the madness and coldness in his eyes were different.

Xia Lingyi instantly recognized the newcomer: "Fifth Qinghan!"

Although her voice trembled, the overwhelming hatred hidden within it was not concealed in the slightest.

If you were to ask which of the five sisters she hated the most, without a doubt, it would be the fifth sister, Qinghan, standing right in front of her.

After all, she was the one who caused all of this from the very beginning.

Fifth Qinghan stared coldly at the dying Xia Lingyi, her gaze as icy as ice that had never melted in a thousand years, devoid of any pity or sympathy.

She had no intention of helping her; in her mind, Xia Lingyi deserved her fate.

She came here for two reasons: first, to find Fifth Shushuang; and second, to kill Xia Lingyi.

She attributed half the responsibility for Shen Shuchou's death to Xia Lingyi, believing that Xia Lingyi's jealousy and hatred indirectly led to Shen Shuchou's tragedy.

Seeing that she was on the verge of death, Fifth Qinghan had no intention of intervening.

She glanced at him coldly and then turned away, noticing that Fifth Shushuang wasn't too far away.

Watching Fifth Qinghan leave, Xia Lingyi no longer had the strength to say anything.

But the next moment, Xia Lingyi discovered that there was another figure behind Fifth Qinghan after he turned around.

The figure was wearing a mask, making it impossible to see their face.

But Xia Lingyi recognized him almost instantly.

She could recognize that familiar figure at a glance, even through the mask.

"Brother Shen... Brother..."

Xia Lingyi slowly raised one hand.

His voice trembled with excitement, filled with longing and yearning.

But her words, barely audible, did not stop that familiar figure from stopping; instead, he vanished from sight in an instant.

It was as if an invisible chasm separated them, and no matter how she called out, she could not keep him.

"Why...why...Brother Shen...why won't you turn around and look at me even once?"

Even just one glance!

"Lingyi just wants Brother Shen to look at me once."

Xia Lingyi murmured to herself, tears streaming down her lifeless eyes and dripping onto the cold ground.

No one knows how much time passed, but at some point, Xia Lingyi's eyes closed completely, forever plunging into darkness.

Alas! A silent sigh gently stirred up the dust on the ground.

The sigh seemed to come from the distant horizon, carrying endless sorrow and helplessness, echoing through the clouds.

Shen Shuchou gazed upon the desolate scene in the Shen residence, and finally slowly closed his eyes.

......

......

"Fifth Shushuang, you can't escape. Your best option is to obediently return to the sect with your senior brother."

Meanwhile, Si Bai led the remaining four people in pursuit of the Fifth Shu Shuang.

The distance between the two sides is constantly closing until they reach a desolate place.

Fifth Shushuang, dressed in a plain white robe, finally stopped. She turned around slowly and gracefully, her fair wrist flicking as she drew her long sword. Her movements were fluid and seamless.

Her nimble hands moved swiftly, creating a series of sword flowers. In an instant, a sword light as white as snow and sharp as lightning shot out.

Like a cascading silver river, it instantly enveloped the entire sky, its chilling sword intent spreading outwards.

The instant the sword light tore through the void, Si Bai's pupils contracted sharply, and his roar, crackling with spiritual energy, exploded: "Scatter!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already shot off like an arrow.

However, before the four people behind them could even use their movement techniques, the chilling sword energy crushed them like a meat grinder.

"ah--"

The burly man's screams ripped through the sky.

The protective true energy of this Nascent Soul cultivator was as fragile as paper under the snow-white sword light.

The flesh and blood body was instantly shredded into a rain of blood, with only the broken nascent soul emitting a resentful scream.

"The Fifth Book Pair!"

Si Bai's eyes were bloodshot with rage, and he unleashed all of his Void Realm cultivation.

The only response he received was a pair of eyes filled with frost.

Fifth Book's twin jade wrists turned lightly, and the sword's roar, like a dragon's cry, made his eardrums ache.

The sword light, carrying a chilling aura, tore through the air, leaving behind distorted spatial afterimages as it aimed straight for his face.

Without a second thought, Si Bai swiftly clashed his longsword against the incoming sword light.

The moment the two forces collided, the air twisted and deformed as if it were a physical object, and a ring-shaped shockwave spread outward from the two people, sweeping up all the sand and stones within a radius of ten feet.

At the same time, Fifth Qinghan keenly sensed the ripples of spiritual energy caused by the battle ahead.

In an instant, a cold, dark blue light flashed in her eyes, and killing intent burst forth like silver needles.

The delicate body curled up in Shen Shuchou's arms trembled slightly, and her pale, breathtakingly beautiful face slowly lifted up, the corners of her lips curving into a twisted and manic arc.

"Brother Shen..."

Her voice was hoarse, with a morbid pleasure at the end.

"Shall we go and take care of them all?"

Her fingertips gripped Shen Shuchou's collar tightly, her tone growing increasingly arrogant, "Not a single one...don't let them leave alive."