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

The girl, as hazy as moonlight, with her voluptuous figure enveloped in a chilling aura like frost, completely enveloping Shen Shuchou within her.

The forbidden array transformed into soul-binding chains, tightly binding his limbs and bones, completely imprisoning even the slightest struggle at his fingertips, rendering him unable to move.

The candlelight on the red table flickered violently due to the aftershocks of the formation, its dim yellow glow flashing intermittently through the curtains.

The two figures behind the scenes appeared even more enigmatic, and an ambiguous atmosphere quietly permeated the air.

Red silk cascaded down like a waterfall, and Shen Shuchou lay quietly among it, showing no sign of resistance, like a flower that had lost the nourishment of the morning dew, its fragile branches drooping, helplessly allowing itself to be picked.

"Cha Cha, it's your wedding night, your big sister is here to help you. Be good, you'll wake up soon."

In the next room, Su Jue Luo's eyes were hazy and misty, yet a manic light surged within them.

Her supple waist twisted slightly without her noticing, causing her body to sway gently.

Shen Shuchou could not utter a sound; his lips were sealed shut.

The coolness emanating from the girl's mouth surged like a icy spring, forcefully engulfing her and crushing all her struggles to dust.

"Hehe...what's wrong?"

Su Jue Luo's voice rang out again, the last syllable of which held a chilling laugh, its provocation like an ice spike piercing the heart.

"So bold and flamboyant before, and now you've become a puppet I can manipulate at will?"

"It's alright, I'll help you."

Her tone was soft, yet it carried an unyielding chill.

"Bear with this moment, it's your atonement for what you owe."

Before she could finish speaking, that icy little hand suddenly reached down.

"Hehe... things have changed a bit here!"

As that cold little hand plucked the strings of a harp.

That alluring laughter, tinged with a chilling undertone, echoed in Shen Shuchou's ears.

The next moment, just as Shen Shuchou's suffocating dizziness almost overwhelmed his senses, those lips finally slowly moved away.

Her lips, which were originally warm and soft, were now almost transparently pale after the cold touch she had just experienced.

His heart burned with rage, yet he knew full well that this situation was unavoidable.

His gaze was fixed on the face that looked so much like Su Chacha's, his tone cold yet carrying a hint of sarcasm: "Su Jueluo, since you prefer this kind of intimate drama, why not come in person, looking like Su Chacha?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Su Chacha's movements suddenly froze.

But the words that rang in his ears the next second made Shen Shuchou's sneer freeze instantly.

"How can you be so sure... that it's not me who's intertwined with you right now?"

"Heh... Su Jueluo, you really are despicable. If you're going to do this, why bother using Chacha's body to humiliate her?"

From the beginning, he knew that a woman like Su Jueluo must be mentally ill at heart, but he never expected that she could go to such lengths.

"spoil?"

The voice suddenly rose in pitch, becoming almost manic and shrill.

"Shut up! This is what Chacha herself wanted! Now that she's gone, as her older sister, it's only natural that I fulfill her wish!"

The manic tone abruptly stopped, then took on a strange, obsessive quality, as if he were muttering to himself, or as if he were announcing a given fact to Shen Shuchou.

"Besides... Chacha will wake up soon... As long as your blood is taken... as long as your blood is mixed into her bones and blood... she will open her eyes and look at me again..."

"But before that, let's finish what we haven't finished."

As Su Jue Luo's voice fell, Shen Shu Chou's soul broke free from its shackles amidst the continuous upheaval and trembling of the array's power, falling into the unknown like a kite with a broken string.

When he reappeared, he had transformed into a ghostly figure, standing on the shore of a lake with surging tides.

Above the lake, a hazy, ethereal figure with outstretched arms hangs suspended amidst the shimmering waves.

The illusory figure rippled with tiny waves, as if it wanted to merge with the tides of heaven and earth.

When the illusory figure solidified, it was clearly the appearance of Su Chacha.

Shen Shuchou was floating in his divine soul form at this moment. Although he could not see the physical body's condition with his own eyes, the sensations from that body were clear and piercing, even three times stronger than any other time in the past.

However, the touch was not the same as the burning sensation of the past.

Instead, there is a cold, tearing sensation.

"Su Jueluo, you're a complete madman."

The words fell silent, but did not elicit the slightest echo.

Every inch of sensation was being torn apart by the tremors, bringing excruciating pain as if being slowly tortured with a dull knife.

The body seemed to be caught in an invisible vortex, being churned and torn apart.

Even the ethereal soul was violently shaken, as if it would shatter into dust in the next second.

"Hmm... as long as... Chacha... can open her eyes... and see me... so what if I'm crazy......"

A voice suddenly pierced the deathly silence of the lakeside.

Su Jue Luo's voice carried a strange, ethereal quality, as if it had meandered from the depths of the underworld, or seemed to be drilling and swirling directly into the depths of his soul, its lingering sound never fading.

Before the words were finished, the phantom figure resembling Su Chacha in the sky suddenly opened its eyes.

Shen Shuchou's soul suddenly choked, and through those empty eyes, he clearly saw the scene in the room.

Su Chacha, exuding a sense of decay and coldness, was entwined with his body, and what made his pupils shrink suddenly was...

His body, which should have been imprisoned by the array, began to actively respond, like a puppet on strings, without any independent consciousness.

Shen Shuchou subconsciously closed his eyes, trying to block out the unbearable sight, but in the next instant, a chilling force pried open his eyelids like iron clamps.

"Hehe... Look closely... This is what you owe Cha Cha, as atonement..."

The searing pain emanating from his body, reaching straight to his soul, crashed against him like waves, surging so fiercely it threatened to crush his consciousness.

However, their entanglement on the bed did not last long; soon, his body slumped down.

Just when Shen Shuchou thought the turmoil had finally come to a temporary end, Su Jueluo's voice suddenly rang in his ears.

"Don't rush... this... is just the beginning..."

His tone was hazy, with a faint hint of nasal breathing.

The next moment, in the image on the screen, Su Chacha's pale, snow-white body slowly sat up.

Her previously empty and numb face was now flushed with a sickly crimson from the movement, like a splash of rouge on a plum blossom falling in the snow, breathtakingly beautiful.

But that vibrant color did not add any vitality; instead, it was like the last embers of a burnt-out candle, making the deathly aura and cold desolation surrounding her seem like a deep, icy pool, chilling to the bone.

Immediately afterwards, a dark pattern suddenly appeared in Su Chacha's palm, and a pitch-black blade formed by forbidden power suddenly solidified.

The blade was tinged with ink, and wisps of black energy drifted out like living things, entwining around her pale, porcelain-like fingertips.

She looked down at Shen Shuchou, who was slumped on the bed, her face as calm as a still pond.

Only those grayish-white pupils, like ancient jade covered in dust, were devoid of any vitality, only filled with a cold, broken sense of death.

That is the desolation left after all past emotions have been crushed into ashes.

Looking into those empty eyes, Shen Shuchou knew in his heart what he had to do next.

His chapped lips moved, but before he could speak, a voice that did not belong to Su Chacha rang in his soul.

"Is there anything else you'd like to say?"

That was Su Jue Luo's voice.

Upon hearing this, Shen Shuchou's lips curled into a faint smile, a smile tinged with endless weariness: "You're mistaken. I've never needed to atone for anything."

"Atonement?"

Su Jue Luo's voice suddenly rose, becoming frantic as if tearing silk, and the black energy on the blade surged violently, almost swallowing the entire room.

"If you hadn't suddenly returned to Purple Smoke City, how could Cha Cha have ended up in this state! You knew she loved you dearly, yet you repeatedly crushed her feelings into dust. It was you, you ruined her!"

Shen Shuchou's smile vanished, his gaze fixed on the illusory figure in the void. His voice was soft yet resolute: "If I hadn't returned, would the outcome have been the same?"

Su Jue Luo suddenly fell silent, and the surging black energy instantly froze in mid-air.

Yes, if Shen Shuchou had never returned, Su Han would not have died, and Ziyan City would not have been reduced to ashes.

But what about Su Chacha? Can Su Chacha, who is already bound by hatred in her bones, really stay out of it and escape the net of fate?

This thought, like a fine needle, yielded no answer whatsoever.

His current obsession is like a wildfire, urging him to gamble with Shen Shuchou's blood and soul on the possibility of awakening Su Chacha.

"Hehe... Don't worry... You are the one Chacha loves, I won't let you die."

Su Jue Luo's voice suddenly became strange and manic, carrying a twisted tenderness.

"I will imprison your soul in Chacha's heart forever, so that... you will never be separated again."

Before the words were finished, the red curtains were whipped about by the black mist, fluttering wildly like the blood-stained afterglow churning in the air.

The pitch-black blade, carrying a forbidden chill and a mad obsession, suddenly pierced down through the shadows of the curtains.

.......

.......

The pitch-black demonic blade pierced through that frail body as easily as cutting through rotten wood.

Crimson blood gushed out from the cold blade, rolling down like a broken string of beads.

"Master... have you ever thought about this day?"

The woman's voice, filled with boundless hatred, exploded the moment the demonic blade pierced her bones and blood.

The hatred was so intense it was almost tangible; this scene overlapped with the resentment of the sacrifice behind the curtain.

A demonic blade appeared before Qin Hongyi's eyes and plunged fiercely into her spotless white robes.

The person in the picture is dressed in white, and their face shows only deep-seated pain, with no other expression.

He had long known this outcome would come. The flaw he had just revealed was merely a prelude to his execution. What he had been waiting for was this knife, imbued with hatred.

The woman in red was filled with hatred that seemed to devour her. In addition to the pleasure of revenge, her eyes also concealed a trace of broken despair that she herself did not realize.

P.S.: This is a bit of a messy, writer's block, and I'm afraid to write too much. I have a headache.