The yandere, arrogant man is online, a green tea bitch, whispering "my darling".

"Yes, we should trust the doctor." Qingfeng, who had dropped everything to come after hearing the news, also looked worried and gently comforted the anxious crowd.

Long Aotian, who stood silently at the back of the crowd, suppressed his anger. Although he had only known Yu Jiusi for a short time, he felt an unusual sense of closeness to her.

He even regarded her as his savior, and how could he sit idly by when his benefactor was in trouble?

Enraged, Long Aotian attempted to break down the door. If the doctors here couldn't save her, he would take her to another doctor.

"Get out of my way." Long Aotian stared coldly at Xi Qian, who was blocking his path, his voice low and icy.

"No one is allowed to enter without the young master's order." Xi Qian stared back without flinching, refusing to budge an inch.

The two men were aggressive and war seemed imminent.

Just as the two were about to draw their swords, a powerful and terrifying aura suddenly burst forth from the room, rapidly spreading outwards. The oppressive force was so terrifying that it seemed to squeeze out their internal organs.

The fury from the abyss.

"Roar~" came a deep, angry roar.

The tightly closed door was kicked open, and a huge, gray-black figure flew out, crashing into the courtyard wall with a loud "Awooo..."

The few people who managed to dodge in time stood in the yard, on high alert. They looked at the mess in front of the gate and then at the imposing giant dog beside them, not understanding what had happened.

Before they could figure out where the dog came from, they felt a sinister gaze fall on them, and everyone felt a chill run down their spines.

A feeling of fear arose out of nowhere, lingering around the nerve endings.

They swallowed hard in fear, as if the slightest movement would result in their decapitation.

Its eyes were fixed warily and fiercely on the giant Tibetan Mastiff at the doorway, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of its mouth, and a threatening growl emanating from its throat.

A figure slowly emerged from the room, wearing a loosely draped dark red and gold-threaded robe, with waist-length black hair casually draped behind him, each step resembling a demon emerging from the darkness.

Sang Wang, enveloped in cold air, stepped out of the ruins and came to the outside. His dark red vertical pupils turned gold, exuding a noble and magnificent aura that inspired fear.

"I'll give you one more chance, speak properly." Sang Wang's gloomy and dark eyes stared straight at the ferocious Tibetan mastiff opposite him, his slow tone full of danger.

Under everyone's gaze, the giant Tibetan mastiff slowly transformed into a handsome and slender man, none other than the aloof and indifferent Tibetan mastiff doctor.

The Tibetan Mastiff clutched its severely wounded chest, blood trickling from its lips, and stared at the powerful and dangerous man opposite it with a cold, furrowed brow. "No matter how many times I say it, it's the same: she's dead."

The last three words struck Sang Wang's heart like nails, drawing blood.

His golden pupils contracted sharply, instantly unleashing a fierce intent, a sharp and ruthless rage.

In the blink of an eye, Sang Wang, who was standing under the eaves, instantly appeared in front of the Tibetan Mastiff, grabbing its neck with one hand, his eyes cold and fierce, his eyes slightly red and bloodshot.

"I sent you here to save her, not to spout this useless nonsense."

His suppressed, deep voice was strained to the extreme, and the veins on his arms bulged with anger as he slowly tightened his grip on the Tibetan mastiff's neck.

His eyes were bloodshot as he glared at the other person, looking just like a wild beast that had lost its mate.

Upon seeing that it was a Tibetan Mastiff and noticing Sangwang's unstable emotions, the group was alarmed and quickly stepped forward to dissuade him.

"Sang Wang, calm down and loosen your grip on him." Gu Li saw that the Tibetan Mastiff's face was pale and stepped in to stop it.

"Get lost." Gu Li was repelled by the powerful force before he could even get close.

The raging beast sees everyone around it as an enemy; getting too close will only provoke it.

"Cough cough cough... As you can see, I tried to wake her up, but it still didn't work. If she doesn't wake up, death will be her only fate." The Tibetan Mastiff's face turned ashen and it was having difficulty breathing, but its eyes remained calm.

"That's because you're incompetent." The man, exuding an aura of hellish ruthlessness, stared at him coldly, his condescending gaze suffocating.

Finally, just before the Tibetan mastiff was about to faint, Sangwang let go.

"Cough cough cough..." The Tibetan Mastiff, supported by Gu Li, spoke in a hoarse voice, lifting its eyelids to look at the figure in front of it, its brows furrowed in displeasure, "You clearly know this too."

"She has been cursed with a soul-separating spell, causing her soul to leave her body. Now only an empty shell remains. Her body is slowly getting cold, which is a sign of death."

As soon as the Tibetan Mastiff finished speaking, a fierce attack came straight at him. Gu Li tried to block it with his backhand but was still hit and spat out blood.

"Holy shit." Gu Li, who was experiencing such terrifying power for the first time, immediately cursed.

Sang Wang turned around leisurely, his eyes now filled with blood-red killing intent as he looked at the Tibetan Mastiff.

"Cough cough cough, it's no use being angry. Once the soul leaves the body, it becomes extremely fragile. If you discover it in time and protect the soul, there is still a glimmer of hope."

"But you discovered it too late; I couldn't sense where her soul was at all." By the end, the Tibetan Mastiff's icy tone had turned angry.

That was a complaint against Sang Wang.

He instinctively saved her.

The Tibetan Mastiff's cold, barbed words sent a shiver down Sang Wang's spine, followed by uncontrollable pain. His eyes reddened, and his hands clenched so tightly that his nails dug deep into his flesh.

It was him who ruined Guai Guai.

If he had discovered it earlier, what lay before him now would not be that lifeless shell.

It's all his fault. He should have been more alert and noticed something was wrong when she was sleeping excessively for days.

The Tibetan Mastiff's words struck a heavy blow to everyone's hearts, causing them to feel a sense of unease.

After learning about the situation, everyone went out to search for the little girl's soul, hoping that even a remnant soul could be brought back and give her a glimmer of hope.

Standing by the bed, Sang Wang stared at the little girl sleeping peacefully with her eyes closed for a long time without blinking. Touching her cold skin, he felt a pang of heartache.

Why? They were so happy yesterday.

Why cruelly take away the little bit of happiness that we finally managed to grasp?

Sang Wang's face turned gloomy and violent, his holy golden eyes gleaming with a bloodthirsty dark light, surrounded by black clouds.

The difference between becoming a god and falling into demonhood is just a thought away.

A golden blade appeared before his chest. Without blinking, Sang Wang swung his hand and plunged the blade into his heart. Blood spilled out and his body trembled.

Sang Wang frowned slightly, but without changing his expression, he took a drop of blood mixed with golden light from his heart and carefully fed it into the little girl's mouth.

After feeding him, he finally couldn't hold back and spat out a mouthful of blood, sitting on the edge of the bed, swaying precariously.

Since he has no physical body, he can only separate a wisp of the divine essence he has found and blend it into his heart's blood to feed the little girl.

This will nourish her weak soul.

Sang Wang, pale-faced, casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, seemingly oblivious to his own health. He hugged the little girl and whispered in her ear, "I will find you. Wait for me."

At the same time, Yu Jiusi, who was being carried and dragged along by the two little ones, felt a gentle and familiar power emanating from the depths of her soul.

It enveloped her weak soul, and her heavy, clumsy body felt much lighter.