The charming widow of the Marquis's mansion: The stable boy carries the flag and raises the dra

"Guard this place well!"

The fake Taoist priest threw down a sentence at the villagers, his voice filled with barely suppressed smugness.

"I will come every three months to collect the blessings from the immortals. You can continue to make your wishes."

"Remember, she must live. Only by living can she continuously fulfill your wishes and bring blessings to Peach Blossom Spring."

The villagers stood at the entrance of the ancestral hall, looking at the body that was still twitching slightly, exchanging bewildered glances.

Someone swallowed hard and asked in a low voice.

"Is she... still alive?"

"Of course I'm alive."

The fake Taoist priest smiled, flicked his sleeve, and turned away.

"She will live on."

As he walked out of the ancestral hall, the moonlight shone directly on the bluestone slabs in front of the door, casting a long shadow of him.

The door to the ancestral hall behind them slowly closed, locking the room full of blood and sobs into that cramped space.

The villagers cheered excitedly.

No one noticed that the body nailed to the wall was undergoing a subtle change.

The golden light that was originally gleaming with a warm glow was being absorbed bit by bit by the runes nailed to the body, but at the same time, it was being corroded by something deeper.

The golden light of merit and the black demonic energy tore wildly through the meridians, like light and shadow waging a final battle in a narrow cage.

The girl's spirit curled up deep within her sea of ​​consciousness, watching as those once-shining seeds of desire withered, rotted, and turned into a viscous black liquid, one by one.

She heard the laughter of the villagers coming from outside the window.

That is the satisfaction and joy after a wish has been fulfilled.

So light, so natural, as if her entire existence was for this moment of joy.

She closed her eyes.

That crack finally pierced through her last remaining softness.

The golden light of merit collapsed completely at this moment, dissipating like an avalanche.

Instead, a surge of black demonic energy erupted from the depths of her primordial spirit, bursting forth along her meridians and colliding head-on with the runes nailed to her body.

boom!

The ancestral hall was suddenly violently shaken by an invisible wave of air.

She suddenly opened her eyes, which were no longer clear amber, but two deep, dark flames, surging with a cold, raging anger.

The runes on the Soul-Stabilizing Nail flickered violently under the impact of the black demonic energy, emitting a piercing buzzing sound.

But the demonic energy did not attempt to break free from them.

On the contrary, they spread in the opposite direction of the runes, winding upwards like vines.

The entire wall, the entire ancestral hall, and even the foundation of the entire village were all incorporated into an invisible giant net.

The fake Taoist priest noticed something was amiss as soon as he stepped out of the village.

He turned around abruptly and saw a black and red pillar of light rising into the sky from the direction of the ancestral hall!

The beam of light split in the air into countless fine black threads, which fell like raindrops and disappeared into every inch of Peach Blossom Spring.

"What?!"

The fake Taoist priest hadn't even realized what was happening.

The soil beneath his feet suddenly cracked open, and countless tentacles formed from black mist burst forth, tightly binding him.

"No...no, I know I was wrong!"

Those tentacles, carrying a bone-chilling cold, flowed upstream along his meridians, crushing and devouring his senses and consciousness inch by inch.

His screams echoed in the night sky for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn before gradually turning into muffled sobs.

Inside the ancestral hall, the girl quietly watched all of this.

Seeing this scene, Wang Long felt a sense of satisfaction.

It turns out that the villagers in Peach Blossom Spring, though seemingly simple and honest, have long been consumed by desire.

The girl's spirit floated at the entrance of the ancestral hall, with dark red demonic energy surging around her like a tide, sending chills down one's spine.

She looked down at the villagers kneeling in the mud, wailing and begging for mercy, her gaze calm and undisturbed.

"Spare me! Spare me!"

"We were wrong! We were really wrong!"

"You were the one who said you'd help us! You were the one who said it!"

"We just... we just really wanted a good life!"

The voices flooded into her ears in a chaotic mess: some pleaded, some defended themselves, and some even tried to shift the blame back to her.

Someone crawled forward on their knees a few steps, reaching out to grab her skirt, but the moment they touched the layer of black aura surrounding her...

His fingers recoiled violently as if burned, letting out a piercing scream.

The girl lowered her head, looking at the faces that had once smiled at her, offered her wild fruit, and touched her hair, but were now distorted beyond recognition.

She felt neither anger nor sadness.

She spoke indifferently.

"I will give you everything you want."

"Don't you want eternal wealth and peace?"

"I will let you live on this day forever."

The villagers' cries stopped abruptly.

Someone opened their mouth as if trying to say something, but only a muffled whimper came out of their throat.

Some people shook their heads frantically, their hands flailing wildly in the air, as if trying to catch something slipping through their fingers.

But the dark red demonic energy surged up from the ground like a tide, spreading inch by inch upwards along their ankles, calves, and waist.

The demonic energy did not immediately devour them.

They slowly seep into their skin, bones, and memories, like invisible threads that bind them to the cycle of the day.

"No... I don't want to..."

The old woman's voice came from behind the crowd, hoarse and trembling.

She struggled desperately, but found that she could not break free from the black threads wrapped around her limbs no matter what she did.

Her body was being pulled back to its original position by an invisible force, stiff and mechanical, like a marionette.

The same goes for everyone else.

Some people tried to run out of the village, but stopped abruptly when they reached the blue stone at the village entrance, as if they had bumped into an invisible wall.

He bounced back, fell to the ground, rolled twice, struggled to get up again, and continued running, only to be bounced back again.

This cycle repeats itself, as if trapped in an invisible cage.

"You will stay here forever, on the day you most desire."

The girl's voice drifted from the direction of the ancestral hall, carrying a hollow tenderness.

"Day after day, it will never end."

Her gaze swept over the struggling figures, and she added a sentence, so soft it was as if she were talking to herself.

"I will stay here with you."

"I will watch you live in endless suffering!"

After she finished speaking, her spirit returned to her body.

Slowly close your eyes and quietly wait for the next sunrise.

At that moment, the villagers of Peach Blossom Spring completely lost their sense of time.

At daybreak, they awoke from their beds, pushed open the courtyard gates as usual, and stepped out of their houses.

Some people went to the well to fetch water, some went to work on the ridges of the fields, some sat at the entrance of the village playing chess, and children chased and laughed in the alley.

Everything is exactly the same as yesterday, the day before yesterday, and countless "yesterdays".

At night, they began to kill each other, devouring each other's flesh and blood.

They could feel the pain of being killed, their souls trapped in pre-set bodies.

Although the body repeats the same day over and over again, the soul has been trapped for countless millennia.

This endless suffering seems like it will never end!