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

The dim light of the oil lamp cast a faint glow in this small patch of light and shadow.

Qin Hongyi's tears fell uncontrollably, like a flood bursting its banks.

Qin Hongyi trembled as she slowly sat up from the bed, her hands gripping her hair tightly until her knuckles turned white.

At this moment, her tear-streaked face was filled with helpless pain and unprecedented fear.

These intertwined emotions caused her expression to become almost terrifyingly distorted.

"Why...why can't I remember?"

Why...?

"don't want!"

Qin Hongyi moaned softly in pain, her voice filled with despair and struggle.

Wen Yuning, who was standing in front of her, finally realized what was happening and was about to step forward to comfort Qin Hongyi when she saw Qin Hongyi's lowered eyes suddenly lift up.

In that instant, Wen Yuning's body trembled involuntarily. Qin Hongyi's eyes, which had been constantly flowing with tears, were now strangely and terrifyingly stained with a blood-red color.

Through those bloodshot eyes, Wen Yuning seemed to see a scene of hell on earth.

Before me lay a mountain of corpses, their blood flowing freely and staining the ground beneath my feet crimson.

Not only that, but the chilling screams of pain and the sounds of fierce fighting seemed to suddenly ring in Wen Yuning's ears, making her eardrums ache.

However, not long after, in this chilling crimson scene, Wen Yuning saw the figure of a little girl.

The little girl was lying among the corpses, her small head tilted back, crying loudly. Her cries sounded particularly mournful in this deathly sea of ​​blood.

"Is that... Qin Hongyi?"

Wen Yuning stared at the girl's pained expression in her bloodshot eyes, and murmured to herself involuntarily.

Seeing Qin Hongyi's miserable appearance as a child, Wen Yuning felt waves of pity rising in her heart.

The horrific scene before her, resembling a hellish landscape, reminded her of the tragic calamity that had befallen the Wen family, and a wave of shared sorrow washed over her.

However, though the gears of fate are engraved with similar patterns, they grind out scars of varying depths at different ages.

Qin Hongyi's nightmare began in her childhood, while Wen Yuning's calamity befell her in the prime of her youth.

Two equally broken pasts, each bearing a distinctly different bitterness in the long river of time.

Hearing this, his heartstrings trembled, and he desperately wanted to hold the small figure curled up in the abyss of his memory in his arms.

But the moment she took a step, the sea of ​​crimson blood seemed to transform into invisible shackles, and a chill crept up her ankles, pinning her to the spot.

Just then, a ripple appeared deep within the blood-red eyes, and a snow-white figure stepped over the corpses.

As the man's long sleeves fluttered, it was as if a gentle breeze was passing by, while waves of blood surged beneath his feet.

His pure white robe was spotless, like a banished immortal who had mistakenly entered purgatory.

Soon, the figure arrived in front of Xiao Qin Hongyi and then slowly squatted down.

Immediately afterwards, he gently embraced the little Qin Hongyi in his arms, and her originally spotless white clothes were now stained with a few glaring crimson stains.

"Is he the master Qin Hongyi mentioned?"

Wen Yu Ning secretly speculated.

For some reason, as Wen Yuning looked at that figure from behind, a sense of familiarity suddenly welled up in her heart.

However, the figure remained shrouded in a misty, indistinct shadow, and no matter how hard she tried to concentrate, she could not make out the slightest detail.

Just as the person seemed about to turn around, Wen Yuning subconsciously widened her eyes, wanting to see what the person's face looked like.

But at that very moment, a terrifying crimson vortex suddenly exploded around Qin Hongyi, causing the air to hum as if it were about to collapse.

"boom!"

The entire wooden house was reduced to dust amidst a roar, with rubble and wood chips shooting out like arrows.

Wen Yuning felt a tremendous force strike her chest, and she was thrown into the darkness like a kite with a broken string.

The last thing that brushed past my ears was Qin Hongyi's heart-wrenching cries, mixed with a faint sigh from those bloodshot eyes.

At this moment, what Qin Hongyi saw was a completely different scene from what Wen Yuning had seen.

It was still that blood-red world, with severed limbs and a stench of blood permeating every inch of the air.

However, unlike what Wen Yuning saw, the figure in the snow-white robe did not appear.

Instead, several mysterious figures dressed in black robes stepped into the courtyard and slowly approached Xiao Qin Hongyi's side.

One of the leaders pulled back his hood, his hawk-like gaze sweeping over the huddled girl: "Indeed, she possesses the Extreme Yin Spirit Demon Body; truly a promising talent."

Those cold pupils reflected Qin Hongyi's terrified face, and the curve of her lips was filled with nauseating greed.

Qin Hongyi felt a chill run through her body; the warm embrace she remembered and the sinister smile before her eyes kept overlapping and tearing each other apart.

She moved backward using both her hands and feet, her fingernails leaving five bloody marks in the mud soaked with blood.

It should have been that ethereal, white-clad figure who appeared right in front of him.

But why are these black-robed figures appearing now? Why is this completely different from what she has experienced?

Xiao Qin, in red, desperately tried to back away, attempting to escape this terrifying scene.

However, immediately afterward, a cold laugh was heard from the leader in front of them: "Take him away."

The moment those two simple words were spoken, a large hand, like an eagle's claw, swiftly reached out and lifted her up like a chick in the blink of an eye.

Xiao Qin, dressed in red, was held tightly in that person's hand. She twisted and struggled desperately, trying her best to break free from that iron-like hand.

However, all her efforts seemed so pale and powerless in the face of this absolute power, and all her actions were in vain.

Immediately afterwards, the man in black slowly reached out and gently touched Xiao Qin's neck.

In an instant, Qin Hongyi felt a strong wave of dizziness, as if the whole world was spinning.

The scene before my eyes began to blur, gradually being swallowed by boundless darkness.

As her consciousness faded and her eyes were about to close, her blood-stained lips trembled slightly, and she murmured in an extremely weak voice, "Why...why...Master...why didn't you come...to save me..."

As the faint murmur faded, the entire world instantly fell into a deathly silence and darkness.

The night wind whistled softly, carrying the cold moonlight onto that distorted face.

At this moment, it was as if she had returned to the very beginning, only this time there was no one in white robes walking through the snow.

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Kyoto, the Shen family.

In a luxurious mansion, a middle-aged man was pacing slowly in the living room with a solemn expression.

His face seemed to be etched with worries, and every step he took carried a heavy weight.

A short while later, the door creaked open, and a graceful figure walked in.

"How's it going? Any movement from the Xu family in Qing City?"

As soon as Shen Jiaxuan saw Shen Wanfu approaching, he hurriedly asked her.

Upon learning of that incident, he immediately ordered Shen Wanfu to return from Suzhou.

Because he needed to personally handle many affairs of the Shen family, he really couldn't spare the time to pay attention to the actions of the Xu family in Qing City.

Therefore, the matter was entrusted to Shen Wanfu for attention and investigation.

Upon hearing Shen Jiaxuan's question, Shen Wanfu's expression darkened slightly, and she said with a hint of worry in her voice, "According to the information I have, the Xu family has already appeared in Suzhou City and has made contact with the Su family to launch a related investigation."

"Any other situations?"

Shen Jiaxuan pressed for an answer.

Shen Wanfu nodded slightly and continued, "Furthermore, the Xu family has most likely already realized that this matter is also related to our Shen family."

Upon hearing this, Shen Jiaxuan's expression instantly turned extremely ugly.

After all, the Xu family of Qing City is a powerful and influential family with a deep foundation, so it wouldn't be difficult for them to investigate certain matters.

Of course, Shen Jiaxuan's real concern was not that the Xu family knew about this matter. With the Shen family's strength and resources, the Xu family was not enough to pose a substantial threat to him.

What Shen Jiaxuan was truly afraid of was that Shen Shuche would find out about this.

If Shen Shuche follows the clues, he might discover that Shen Shuchou is still alive.

Given Shen Shuche's swift, decisive, and ruthless methods, he would probably not hesitate to immediately decide to kill Shen Shuchou.

Shen Shuchou's birth mother had saved Shen Jiaxuan's life, so before she passed away, Shen Jiaxuan granted her last request.

Since then, this promise has taken root in Shen Jiaxuan's heart, and nearly twenty years have passed in the blink of an eye.

He finally found Shen Shuchou's trail, and no matter the cost, he absolutely could not let Shen Shuche know about this.

However, just as he was pondering this, a clear doorbell rang out from outside the courtyard.

Shen Jiaxuan hurriedly opened the surveillance footage to check, and upon seeing it, his face instantly turned deathly pale.

Outside the gate of the house stood a middle-aged man with a distinguished bearing.

This person was none other than Shen Shuchou's biological father, Shen Shuche.

He stood tall and straight, with a cold expression, and stood there quietly, yet he seemed to exude an invisible sense of pressure, causing Shen Jiaxuan, who was monitoring the situation, to suddenly feel his heart beat faster.