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

The torn flesh was still oozing warmth, and the heart inside the chest cavity was gradually slowing its beating.

Shen Shuchou knew all too well that this was a sign of impending death.

He was like someone who had fallen into the sea, and the dark starry sky above him, which should have been brilliant, had now turned into an endless, cold tide that rose up from his limbs and bones, enveloping him tightly in the center.

Along with consciousness and soul, they sank and dissolved little by little in this deep, inky darkness, their very strength to struggle almost completely drained.

This was the closest he had come to death since returning to Earth. And the one who pushed him to this desperate situation was none other than Fifth Qinghan.

Yet Shen Shuchou felt no resentment whatsoever.

Getting to this point is partly his own fault, and the other half should be blamed on that damned system.

But soon, in Shen Shuchou's remaining physical senses, a real feeling of being supported suddenly entered.

"Is that Fox White?"

He murmured weakly, his consciousness instinctively trying to grasp familiar names in his drowsy state.

But the next second, the sensation overturned his guess—it wasn't the usual fluffy softness of a fox tail, but rather a hardness with a metallic chill, steadily supporting his falling body.

Moreover, this force was dragging him at an irresistible speed toward some unknown direction, the wind whistling in his ears as blurry lines.

Before he could even make sense of what was happening in his confusion, a voice suddenly broke through the thick, fog-like silence around him, striking his eardrums directly.

Shen Shuchou was too weak at the moment, and at first his voice sounded like it was through thick cotton wool, and the words were unclear.

Until the call grew more urgent and louder, with an almost scorching penetrating force.

He finally managed to make out the contents amidst the deafening ringing in his ears.

Immediately afterwards, her already broken heart clenched, and she even paused for a moment.

The voice called out the words "Dao Master".

In his nine reincarnations, the only one who called him "Lord of the Dao" was the little girl Tantai Chigu, who embodied taboo and terror, in his sixth incarnation.

At this moment, Shen Shuchou couldn't tell whether the feeling that welled up in his heart was relief or a deeper chill.

The sixth incarnation of Tantai Chigu is undoubtedly the most unsettling figure among his nine lifetimes of entanglement.

Her terror was not in her physical appearance; beneath that youthful face lay a heart as empty as an abyss, and behind her a cruel world where cannibalism was the norm.

Her madness was in no way inferior to that of Fifth Qinghan.

However, Fifth Qinghan's madness was always veiled by a layer of vulnerability that concealed unease, while Tantai Chigu's insanity was hidden beneath an extreme calm.

The more expressionless a person appears, the more turbulent the madness in their eyes becomes. The murderous intent brewing within that calm is often more chilling than a hysterical outburst.

"Lord Dao..."

"Lord Dao..."

Those two words collided repeatedly in my gloomy consciousness, becoming clearer and clearer.

The dark tide surrounding him began to surge, slowly outlining a hazy, gray scene.

In the scene, a dark moon hangs in the sky, below which lies a gruesome mass grave.

Countless severed limbs were piled up haphazardly, gleaming with a cold, bluish-white light under the moonlight, forming a nauseating mountain of corpses, the stench seemingly penetrating one's consciousness.

The next second, Shen Shuchou's pupils suddenly contracted—in the center of that mountain of corpses filled with blood and stench, a petite figure was slowly straightening up.

Even through the blurry image, he could still clearly glimpse the expression on that face.

He looked to be only six or seven years old. Standing in the hellish scene, his pupils were as still as two bottomless pools of cold water, and his face was completely calm, as if the carnage before him was just an ordinary sight.

Even more alarming was the lingering crimson stain on her lips, as if she had just emerged from some grand feast, still warm from it.

Just as Shen Shuchou's gaze settled on her face, the little girl in the picture suddenly turned her head slowly.

The moment their eyes met, Shen Shuchou felt as if his consciousness had been struck hard by a heavy hammer, exploding into a blank with a "boom".

His body moved uncontrollably toward the picture, and the little girl in the picture was giving him a faint yet eerie smile.

......

......

"What should we do? We're about to have to offer sacrifices to the mountain god again. Do you have any ideas?"

"What ideas could I possibly have? That stuff isn't easy to find. In our entire Changming Village, there are probably only two or three people who can match Shan Jun's taste."

"If we really can't find it... the mountain lord will get angry."

Deep in the dark alley, two voices were hushed, their unease barely concealed.

Immediately afterwards, two figures, one tall and one short, emerged from the bushes behind them, their steps heavy as they moved forward, their feet sinking into the shards of moonlight.

"Sigh, I'm at a loss. I'll go back and see what the village chief has to say."

The tall man reached out and grabbed an old tree by the roadside, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force. A long sigh gently broke the silence of the night.

"You...you look over there! What's that?"

The short man was about to reply when his gaze suddenly swept into the distance, and his voice trembled like a leaf in the wind, his fingers shaking as well.

"What the hell? Don't you dare jump around like that!"

The tall man was startled and involuntarily raised his voice.

Looking in the direction the short man was pointing, one could see a large, overgrown mass grave not far away.

A small figure stood alone, in the pale moonlight, like a forgotten piece of dead wood, exuding an indescribable eeriness.

"You...you saw it? What was that?"

The short man's voice trembled like a leaf falling in the autumn wind, and his teeth chattered.

The tall man stared intently at the figure not far away, his fingers clenched so tightly they turned white, and his face turned cold.

But he stubbornly maintained his composure: "What what? Isn't that just a person?"

"Bullshit! What normal person would go to a mass grave in the middle of the night?"

The short man's voice suddenly rose, clearly indicating he didn't believe this explanation.

"We'll just..."

The tall man's words had just reached his throat when his pupils suddenly dilated.

The petite figure suddenly turned her head, her eyes staring straight at them in the dim light.

"A ghost...a ghost!"

The short man screamed, his eyes rolled back, and he passed out.

The tall man's mind went blank for a moment. He turned around and tried to run, but his legs felt like they were made of lead and suddenly went limp.

With a "thud," he collapsed to the ground.

He could only cling tightly to the ground, his heart pounding so hard it felt like it would burst out of his chest, and only one thought remained in his mind: Don't come any closer, please don't come any closer...

But the next second, a creaking sound from not far away felt like an ice pick piercing his eardrums.

That was the crisp sound of a branch snapping underfoot, a delicate sound, yet carrying a chilling, ever-approaching edge.

It wasn't just the withered branches that broke, but also his last shred of hope—the sound was clearly coming from his direction.

In just a few breaths, the creaking sound grew closer and clearer.

Unfortunately, the spot where he fell was next to an old locust tree, its dense branches blocking his view. At that moment, he could only hear the footsteps approaching, but he couldn't even see the other person's shadow.

In the darkness, the unknown fear coiled around his neck like vines, making it hard for him to even breathe.

The next second, a head suddenly popped out from behind the tree and crashed into the tall man's field of vision with a "thud".

"boom--"

The tall man froze, completely rooted to the spot by the sudden turn of events, his pupils filled only with that face so close to his.

Fortunately, he had a stronger mentality. Although he was so frightened that his whole body turned cold, he did not faint like the short man. However, his teeth were chattering uncontrollably.

As his head slowly rose, his slender body was fully revealed from behind the tree.

Her eyes were dark and deep, so dark that even the cold moonlight couldn't penetrate them. She stared at him without blinking, as if examining an inanimate object.

The tall man swallowed hard, his throat feeling like it was stuffed with hot cotton, and his mouth felt like it was welded shut, unable to utter a single word.

Do you have anything to eat? I'm hungry.

The next moment, beneath that pale face in my field of vision, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

His tone was calm and even, yet it carried a chilling coldness that seeped into the tall man's skin.

He first shook his head subconsciously, then, as if remembering something, he nodded frantically, his body trembling like a candle flickering in the wind.

……

At the same time, in a dilapidated Taoist temple not far from here, a figure sitting cross-legged on a futon suddenly opened his eyes.

In the dim light, his eyes shone with an astonishing light. He gazed toward the mass grave, his thin lips parted slightly, and his voice was low, husky, and clear: "You've finally appeared."