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

Wang Long suddenly came to his senses, and before him was still the ancestral hall covered in dust.

The skeleton was still nailed to the wall, the black nails gleaming with a cold, eerie light.

The entire ancestral hall was eerily quiet, with only his heavy breathing echoing in the empty room.

He found himself kneeling on the ground, his knees resting on the dusty blue brick floor, his face wet.

I reached out and touched it; it was tears.

The girl's memories were so vivid that he could feel the excruciating pain of each Soul-Suppressing Nail piercing his flesh, hear those once gentle voices turning into the most vicious curses in his ears, and see those clear amber eyes gradually losing their luster.

It turns out she had been imprisoned here for so long, unable even to escape death.

Wang Long is very empathetic and feels very sorry for this girl.

Ye Niannu quickly walked to his side, squatted down and held his shoulder, gently wiping away the tears on his face with her other hand.

She didn't make a sound to disturb them, but waited quietly, her peach blossom eyes full of concern.

After a long while, Wang Long finally spoke, his voice hoarse.

"I saw it all! I know everything!"

Ye Niannu did not ask any further questions, but simply held his hand gently.

Wang Long recounted that memory in its entirety.

His hands were trembling slightly as he spoke, and Ye Niannu could feel the barely suppressed anger and heartache emanating from his palms.

After he finished speaking, a long silence fell over the ancestral hall.

Ye Niannu lowered her head, her gaze falling on the skeleton, and after a long while, she spoke softly.

"So this is the tribulation one must go through before becoming an immortal... Merit and desire, blessings and curses, are just two sides of the same coin."

She paused, looked up at Wang Long, and spoke with a heavy seriousness in her voice.

"How many years was she imprisoned? Decades? Centuries? Or even longer?"

Wang Long clenched his fists, completely bewildered.

No wonder it made such a shrill scream just now.

"I don't know how many years she's been trapped, I only know she's still there."

He raised his finger and pointed to his forehead.

"Her soul was still curled up inside, and she was trembling with fear."

"She didn't understand what she had done wrong. All she knew was pain, darkness, and cold."

He took a deep breath, his voice becoming exceptionally firm.

"I want to help her!"

Wang Long no longer cares about any so-called immortal treasure; she only wants to help the girl in front of her find relief.

No longer in so much pain.

Ye Niannu looked at his red eyes and nodded without hesitation.

"What do you need, my lord? I'll be there for you!"

Wang Long remained silent, slowly stood up, and stared at the skeletal head.

"Although she has been corrupted by demonic energy for so many years, her original soul is still there. As long as it is, I can find her."

"But have you thought about that?"

Ye Niannu's voice was calm yet earnest.

"She's been trapped here for so long, her spirit has long since merged with this land. If you release her, what will happen to Peach Blossom Spring? Will the black mist completely spiral out of control? Will this space collapse?"

Wang Long was silent for a moment, then lowered his head, looking at his slightly trembling right hand, his voice low but unwavering.

"I don't care about any Peach Blossom Spring or any fairyland."

"All I know is that a person was nailed to the wall alive, her soul imprisoned for who knows how many years, and she is still waiting for someone to come and rescue her."

"She was such a kind person, her last wish was just to leave this place and never have to suffer again."

It's all just a fantasy!

But the girl's pain is real!

The Peach Blossom Spring never existed.

"I can't get over this hurdle in my heart."

He raised his head, his gaze resolute.

"I can't rest easy if I don't help her!"

Ye Niannu looked at his bloodshot eyes, smiled gently, and held Wang Long's hand tightly.

His tone was firm.

"Then let's help her get out of this predicament. No matter the consequences, I'll stand by my husband and bear it together!"

Wang Long gently squeezed her hand without saying a word, but that was enough.

He turned around, walked to the wall, faced the skeleton nailed to it, and slowly reached out his hand.

A gentle, righteous aura condensed from his fingertips, and golden light shone in the dim ancestral hall, illuminating the runes on the black nails.

The runes flickered violently, emitting a piercing buzzing sound.

Wang Long did not back down. He took a deep breath and gently and slowly sent the wisp of literary energy into the space between the eyebrows of the white bone, letting it seep into the cracked bone.

The next moment, he felt his consciousness being pulled by a gentle yet incredibly weary force, sliding down into some deep, dark direction.

That was the girl's sea of ​​consciousness, dry and cracked, like a wasteland that had been burned by raging fire and then frozen by ice.

A gray-black mist hung everywhere. He stood in the middle of that wasteland, his gaze sweeping across the surroundings, and finally found her huddled in a corner.

She was even smaller than before, shrinking like a frightened cub, hugging her knees with both hands, curling herself into a tiny circle, her forehead against her knees, her whole body trembling.

Her body was wrapped in fine black silk threads, which moved slowly like living things. With each movement, her body would shudder.

Wang Long slowly walked towards her, his footsteps sounding exceptionally clear in the vast emptiness of his mind.

She suddenly raised her head, her eyes cloudy and terrified, filled with an almost reflexive panic.

She shrank back even further, her back pressed against the invisible wall, emitting soft sobs.

"Don't come any closer... I... I didn't do anything... I don't want any blessings anymore... I don't want it anymore..."

She repeated herself incoherently, her voice broken, as if she had said it too many times, too many years, and it had become instinctive.

Wang Long crouched down in front of her, moving as quietly as possible, as if afraid of startling an injured fledgling.

I'm not here to hurt you.

His voice was very low and soft, as if he was afraid that if he spoke even slightly louder, it would shatter her.

"I'm here to help you get out of here."

She paused for a moment, a strange look appearing in her cloudy eyes, as if she hadn't heard those words in so long that she had forgotten what the word "leave" meant.

"I have helped many people."

She began to speak to herself, her voice soft and filled with a heartbreaking sense of bewilderment.

"I helped them find things, treat their illnesses, and make their crops grow well... At first, they thanked me, but then they stopped. Later, they felt I should help them, and then they felt I was hiding something from them..."

"I really did my best!"

"Did I do something wrong? Is that why everyone hates me so much!?"

She repeated it, her voice growing softer and softer until it sounded like a murmured soliloquy.

Looking at her huddled in the darkness, not even daring to cry out loud, Wang Long felt as if something had squeezed his heart tightly.

He took a deep breath, suppressed his surging emotions, and softened his tone.

"You did nothing wrong."

"The fault lies not with you, but with those greedy people, with that fake Taoist priest, and with those things in this paradise that have been swallowed up by desire."

"From the very beginning, all you wanted was to help everyone live a better life; you owe no one anything."