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

The night grew ever deeper!

The courtyard was slightly cool, bathed in a thin layer of moonlight.

As the wind blows, the last leaves of the crape myrtle tree fall from the branches with a soft rustling sound, like a sigh dampened by the night dew, so light it is almost inaudible.

The moonlight, already sparse, was fragmented by the eaves and tree shadows, spreading out in patches of mottled silver on the bluestone slabs, leaving only the dense, impenetrable darkness in the corner of the wall.

In the depths of the shadows, a shape was slowly wriggling, like a vine that coexists with the night, silently stretching out.

Suddenly, two points of light broke through the darkness. They were a pair of newly opened eyes, their pupils filled with a light colder than the moonlight, fixed firmly on the direction of the main room.

The next instant, a murderous intent emanated from the dark shadow, carrying a chilling aura capable of freezing one's blood. Like ink spreading across rice paper, it silently seeped over the blue bricks and crossed the threshold.

The entire hall was completely enveloped within this murderous aura, so much so that even the moonlight seemed to be forced to retreat by it.

Inside the room, Shen Shuchou gently turned over on the bed.

Just as the bedding beside him was not yet smoothed out, a thin crack quietly appeared between his tightly closed eyelashes.

The gaze through the cracks seemed as calm as a deep, still pool, yet a bone-chilling coldness lurked beneath.

The murderous intent in the courtyard had already wrapped around him like spider silk, and the scrutiny hidden within was like a pair of eyes hanging in the shadows, meticulously tracking his every move.

Shen Shuchou remained in a half-asleep position, showing no emotion.

He was quickly calculating in his mind what the owner of that murderous intent was up to.

In the room next door, Tantai Chigu, who had just fallen into a light sleep, suddenly sat up abruptly in bed.

Her dark pupils suddenly narrowed as she stared straight out the window, the sudden surge of malice all too stark.

What made her heart clench even more was that the source of this malicious intent was clearly Shen Shuchou from next door.

What puzzled Tantai Chigu was that there seemed to be another meaning behind this malice.

Little did he know that as Tantai Chi looked outside, the pupils in the shadows of the courtyard slightly contracted.

His pupils, hidden in the darkness, were filled with astonishment; his only target here was Shen Shuchou.

From the very beginning, Zan Qi had directed his killing intent at Shen Shuchou. While Zan Qi was hesitating between obeying Su Han's orders to kill Shen Shuchou or following Su Chacha's plea to leave,

Unexpectedly, a pair of eyes had already spotted him, and the owner of those eyes was a little girl of six or seven years old whom he had ignored.

It should be noted that even when Yaya faced him directly, he couldn't see through his true form in that darkness.

At this moment, the little girl's gaze clearly saw right through Zan Qi.

Little did he know that the moment Tantai Chi looked out the window, his pupils suddenly contracted in the shadows of the courtyard.

His eyes were churning with turmoil; his only target this time was Shen Shuchou.

The murderous intent remained like an arrow released from a bow, firmly locked onto that room from beginning to end.

Just now, Zan Qi was still struggling in the shadows, wondering whether to obey Su Hanzhi's order to take Shen Shuchou's life, or to respond to Su Chacha's tearful plea and simply take the person away.

To his utter surprise, a gaze pierced through the night and struck him directly in the corner where he was hiding.

The owner of that gaze was none other than the little girl, no more than six or seven years old, whom he had disregarded.

It should be known that even Yaya, a forbidden being, could not penetrate this layer of darkness to see his true form when facing him directly.

But at this moment, in Zan Qi's eyes, Tantai Chigu's outline and aura were clearly visible, and he could not hide them at all.

Seeing this, Zan Qi instantly withdrew the killing intent locked on Shen Shuchou and suddenly stabbed at the little girl who had been staring at him.

At first, he frowned slightly, his eyes full of suspicion. He couldn't detect any power fluctuations in this girl. She was as ordinary as moonlight leaking from under the eaves, and shouldn't have caught his eye.

But the moment his gaze met those dark pupils, Zan Qi felt as if his blood had frozen.

Everything around was distorting and dissolving; the blue bricks, the crape myrtle, the moonlight... all faded away in the blink of an eye.

All that remained was boundless darkness, thick as ink that could not be dissolved, which tightly enveloped him in its center.

It felt as if his limbs and bones were bound by invisible chains, and he couldn't even move his fingertips.

What chilled him even more was that a chilling aura, a hundred times colder than the forbidden power he cultivated, was slowly creeping up from the depths of darkness.

Like countless cold snakes, they coiled around his ankles, climbed up his back, and, with a bone-chilling fear, burrowed inch by inch into his heart.

Zan Qi is a hidden technique lurking in the shadows of Ziyan Yunge, a blood-drinking blade in Su Han's hand, who cultivates sinister and forbidden dark arts.

In this world rife with taboos, his strength is enough to strike fear into the hearts of many cultivators.

But at this moment, he was like a drowning person who had fallen into an ice cave, only able to watch helplessly as fear filled his mouth and nose, without even the strength to struggle.

Just as Zan Qi was struggling to survive in this deathly darkness, two clusters of light suddenly broke through the deep indigo ahead.

That was not an ordinary brightness, but an eerie purple, like two will-o'-the-wisps dipped in the deadly poison of the underworld, suddenly blooming in the boundless darkness.

As the purple light gradually spread and diffused, Zan Qi's pupils suddenly shrank to pinpoints, and a bone-chilling coldness shot from his tailbone straight to the top of his head.

He was horrified to discover that he had fallen into the depths of the little girl's pupils!

The next moment, a tall, slender figure slowly stepped out from within the shimmering purple light.

The sleeves fluttered, as if an invisible wind was swirling the shadowy figure, its outline flickering in the purple light, making its face indistinct.

But the power emanating from his own shadow was like the pressure of the Netherworld, more sinister than the forbidden techniques he had mastered for half his life, and more domineering than the deepest darkness.

The mere sweep of his aura was enough to make his bones feel like they were about to shatter, and his soul felt as if it were being torn apart inch by inch by this power.

"This...how is this possible...who are you?"

Zan Qi's voice sounded like it had been sanded, so hoarse it was almost incoherent, and every word had exhausted his remaining strength.

The figure within the eerie purple light remained silent, only slowly raising its foot.

With each step, it felt as if he were stepping on Zan Qi's heart. The heavy pressure made his throat taste sweet, and the darkness around him suddenly solidified like iron, making it seem as if his breath was being choked.

He watched helplessly as his fingertips began to turn transparent, as if scorched by invisible flames, turning into tiny specks of light with piercing pain, and dissipating into the thick darkness.

With the second step taken, the purple light intensified, like an invisible giant net suddenly tightening.

Zan Qi felt his bones groaning and his meridians breaking inch by inch. His left arm began to dissolve from his shoulder. The bone-eating peeling sensation was terrifyingly clear, yet he couldn't make a sound.

He wanted to struggle, to scream, but his body was nailed to the spot, only able to endure this excruciating torture, watching helplessly as his torso melted away like ice and snow, turning into nothingness bit by bit.

In just three steps, only his head remained, rolling to the ground. In his remaining eyeballs, the figure was still approaching.

As the third step landed, the purple light sliced ​​through his consciousness like a sharp blade, as if his soul was about to be crushed. Boundless despair overwhelmed the last shred of clarity.

Just as the purple light was about to completely engulf him, the surrounding darkness suddenly receded like a receding tide.

The sound of the wind, the rustling of leaves, the cool moonlight... everything is back, the courtyard is still the same courtyard.