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

Su Jue Luo's appearance was like a gentle breeze drifting through the night fog, silently passing in front of the house.

As the wind blew, the rattan rocking chair swayed, and a hollow creak echoed in the silence.

Shen Shuchou, who was lying on the chair, had vanished without a trace with that gust of wind.

A hundred miles away, under the vast sky, Gu Qingran's black martial arts clothes fluttered in the wind.

She stood on the clouds, her eyes colder than the forbidden night, her sword intent surging wildly like a tidal wave, even the surrounding clouds were scattered and fled by this fierce energy.

With each movement, sword energy bursts forth from her palms, raining down upon the couple like a sudden downpour.

The two were forced to retreat repeatedly by the sword energy, and their clothes were torn into small tears.

What alarmed them most was the sword in her hand, which was impossible to see; its blade seemed to melt into the night, its outline invisible.

Only the sharp sound of the sword cleaving through the sky, carrying a long wind imbued with death, rushed towards us.

The invisible yet ever-present killing intent sent chills down their spines, making them feel as if they were facing not just one person and one sword, but an entire array of killing formations poised to strike.

Just as the sword strike was at its peak, a crack suddenly appeared in the coldness in Gu Qingran's eyes.

A sudden unease crept into her heart, like a needle piercing her skin unexpectedly, without warning, yet so sharp that it made her gasp for breath.

Almost the instant her premonition arose, she abruptly stopped, her gaze piercing through the wind and clouds, fixed on the small house hidden in the night from which she had come.

Her expression suddenly darkened. She didn't know what had happened there, but this palpitation was like a bone-deep infection, each beat screaming that it was Shen Shuchou, her master.

Without the slightest hesitation, Gu Qingran withdrew the surging sword intent around her, tapped her toes in the air, her black martial arts clothes leaving a blur, and turned to rush towards the direction of the hut.

The man and woman, who had been forced into retreat, stood frozen in place, staring at the suddenly departing figure, their faces filled with astonishment, and forgot to give chase.

Even Gu Jian, who was fighting a mass of flesh and blood in the distance and constantly keeping a watchful eye on the situation, couldn't help but shrink his pupils slightly.

He hadn't expected that Gu Qingran, who had the upper hand, would suddenly abandon the fight and leave.

As Gu Jian frowned at the hurried figure, the flesh and blood in front of him suddenly let out a murky roar.

Taking advantage of his momentary lapse in attention, she pounced, her voice carrying a sinister command: "Stop her!"

Although the couple were unwilling to face Gu Qingran's sword again, they dared not disobey the order and could only grit their teeth and chase after her.

The sharp sound of forbidden killing intent slicing through the air once again enveloped Gu Qingran's back.

Gu Qingran's figure had only darted a few feet when the forbidden power behind her suddenly attacked like a lurking venomous python, slamming into her back without warning.

Before the muffled thud subsided, a metallic taste filled his throat, and fresh blood trickled down his lips, dripping onto his dark-colored bodysuit.

But she didn't even frown. She tapped her toes in mid-air, and her figure moved even faster.

At this moment, she had no time to spare for anything else; only that little house and that figure that made her heart pound were burning within her, so much so that she even forgot about the murderous intent behind her.

Seeing that she was ignoring her injuries and only caring about running away, the man and woman exchanged a glance, their eyes surging with ruthlessness.

His power coalesced once more, becoming even more ferocious than the previous attack.

At the critical moment, a sword's cry suddenly ripped through the sky in the distance!

Gu Jian first forced back the flesh and blood of the old man in front of him with a sword. Before the sword momentum stopped, with a flick of his wrist, the long sword had already transformed into a dazzling stream of light, and he slashed a shocking sword at the two of them.

The sword intent pierced the night like a rainbow, arriving in an instant with overwhelming force.

The couple had already exhausted their strength in their entanglement with Gu Qingran, and now, facing this fatal sword strike, they didn't even have the strength to raise their hands to block it.

With a short, mournful cry, it was completely crushed into scattered dust by that overwhelming sword intent.

After killing the two men, Gu Jian's figure flashed over like a startled swan. His gaze fell on Gu Qingran's blood-stained back, and he reached out to check her injuries.

Gu Qingran looked up at him, who was blocking her way, and said in a voice as cold as a frozen pool: "Get out of the way."

"You have a back injury."

Gu Jian remained unmoved, his voice filled with barely suppressed worry, and he raised his hand to block her path.

Gu Qingran didn't say a single unnecessary word, completely ignoring his concern. She turned to walk around him, her steps always heading towards the small house, without the slightest hesitation.

But just as she and Gu Jian passed each other, blood-red ripples suddenly appeared in the void behind her.

A streak of blood-red light burst forth from the void, from which emerged a withered, bloody hand, filled with malice, aimed straight at her unsuspecting back!

Gu Jian's eyes suddenly tightened, and his gaze instantly turned as cold as an abyss.

Before she could say a word, she instinctively slashed out with her longsword. The bright sword light grazed the hair by Gu Qingran's ear, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, and precisely intercepted the deadly blood hand.

The moment the sword light collided with the bloody hand, a shockwave exploded, the aftershocks causing Gu Qingran's clothes to flutter wildly.

But she seemed oblivious, taking advantage of the brief gap to suddenly accelerate, her figure soaring into the depths of the night like a kite with a broken string, disappearing in an instant.

Gu Jian gazed in the direction she had disappeared, his eyes slightly thoughtful. He knew that to catch up, he had to deal with the monster in front of him first.

He held nothing back at that moment, and his sword intent suddenly surged forth. It was as if a river of swords was surging in his eyes, and countless tiny sword energies escaped from his pupils.

The moment it touched the sword, it was drawn by the silver light, which wove a fine net around the sword in mid-air, tearing the air apart with a clanging sound.

Opposite them, the old man, now a skinless, fleshless body, let out a grotesque laugh. Crimson organs churned on his body, and foul-smelling blood mist enveloped his sharp claws as he lunged forward viciously once more.

Gu Jian's eyes were cold and sharp. With a slight turn of his wrist, the long sword hummed and vibrated. As the blade sliced ​​through the night, it left a faint blue sword mark.

The sword energy, solidified to its extreme, resembled autumn water ripples, carrying a chilling sharpness capable of cleaving through the wicked and malevolent. It leaped forward to kill the filthy flesh and blood.

On the other side, Gu Qingran ignored the excruciating pain of her back wound reopening and used her last bit of strength to run back to the hut.

But as soon as his feet touched the ground, his heart sank straight into an ice cellar. There was no trace of Shen Shuchou here.

Only the night wind blew through the front of the house, creaking the rocking chair repeatedly in the silence, sounding like a silent sob that chilled her to the bone.

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When Shen Shuchou opened his eyes from the boundless darkness, he was greeted by a room full of dazzling red, with the curtains hanging down like burning rouge.

The tables and chairs were wrapped tightly in red silk, and even the air was filled with tiny gold leaf flakes. The warmth of the candlelight mingled with the eerie atmosphere.

The red candles on the table burned brightly, their dim yellow light casting a blurred shadow of him on the wall.

His heart sank. He raised his hand to touch his clothes and was shocked to find that his plain white robe was gone, replaced by a bright red wedding dress embroidered with intertwined branches.

The thick fabric felt like congealed blood, yet it made his chest feel suffocated. What made his heart tighten even more was that his ankles were firmly locked by cold iron chains.

The chain was attached to a blue brick on one side, and made a dull "clanging" sound with the slightest movement.

Looking at his current predicament, Shen Shuchou felt utterly helpless.

The instant Shen Shuchou opened his eyes, in another room, Su Jueluo, dressed in a plain long robe, seemed to sense his presence and slowly opened her icy gaze.

As she stood up, the hem of her dress swept lightly across the floor, landing silently in the eerily quiet room.

In the very center of the room stood a vermilion coffin, its body wrapped in red silk ribbons, the ends of which hung to the ground, yet remained spotless, like congealed bloodstains.

Su Jue Luo's steps were exceptionally heavy, each step feeling like walking on cotton wool, until he finally stopped in front of the coffin.

She raised her hand, her fingertips trembling slightly as they touched the coffin lid, and slowly pushed it open a crack.

As the cool air wafted out, the scene inside the coffin came into view: a young girl dressed in a bright red wedding gown lay quietly.

The phoenix coronet and wedding gown made her face appear as white as rice paper. Her eyes were tightly closed, her long eyelashes were motionless, and there was not a trace of life in her nose.

Only the gold thread embroidery on the wedding dress gleamed with a cold, desolate light in the dim glow.

Su Jue Luo gazed at the lifeless figure in the coffin, her eyes overflowing with pity.

Her throat tightened, her lips moved slightly, and her voice was so soft as if she were afraid of startling something: "Cha Cha... Sister brought him... Please don't hate Sister anymore, okay..."

P.S.: Something came up these past couple of days, sigh!