Reincarnated as the Death Spider Queen, sacrificing Bibi Dong at the start

"You...how could this be..."

BOOM—!!

next second.

Nan Feng's body exploded in full view of everyone!

But instead of turning into flesh and blood, he transformed into countless purple-black specks of light, which surged back into Bibi Dong's body!

"Aaaaaah—!!!"

Bibi Dong let out a painful scream, clutching her head with both hands, her whole body feeling as if it were about to split open.

"No...get out!!"

"I am the Pope...I am Bibi Dong..."

"Xue'er... Xue'er..."

Her voice switched wildly between coldness and gentleness, and her eyes darted back and forth between purple-green and clear purple.

finally.

Bibi Dong's body went limp, and she completely fainted.

The entire room fell silent.

Qian Daoliu, Jin E, Guang Ling, and Qian Renxue, who was crying her eyes out, all stared blankly at this scene.

a long time.

Qian Daoliu took a deep breath, his expression extremely complicated.

"It seems..."

"Her illness is more serious than we imagined."

……

The gardens of the Basilica of Saintess were in ruins and in complete disarray.

Qian Daoliu stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze fixed on the door through which Bibi Dong was carried in, his expression extremely solemn.

"The Grand Offering".

Golden Crocodile Douluo stood beside him and asked through telepathy, "Those two just now...were they really Bibi Dong?"

"Yes."

Qian Daoliu's voice echoed in Jin'e's mind, "Last night, when I sensed that Xunji was in trouble, I saw with my own eyes one of Bibi Dongs holding Xue'er and looking at the stars. But when I rushed into the Pope's palace, the other Bibi Dong was... devouring Xunji."

"At the time, I also found it unbelievable and never understood how this woman did it, but now it seems..."

Qian Daoliu took a deep breath, a deep sense of apprehension flashing in his eyes. "This is not an ordinary backlash from twin martial souls."

"Golden Crocodile, did you notice that just now?"

"What?" Golden Crocodile Douluo was stunned.

“The clone that Bibi Dong shattered did not display any spirit rings throughout the entire process!” Qian Daoliu said in a deep voice. “Although she could also use spirit power and even her physical body reached level ninety-seven, she did not have spirit rings or use spirit bone abilities, which is consistent with the characteristics of a spirit skill clone.”

"but……"

Qian Daoliu paused, his tone becoming somewhat incredulous, "Even if it's a mutated soul skill, it's impossible to have such a complete soul fluctuation, let alone... an independent personality and memories! At this level, even I can't see through the truth."

"The only explanation is that she came into contact with... the legacy of the evil god."

Golden Crocodile Douluo's expression changed: "Evil God..."

“Besides a god, I can’t think of any other power that could do this.” Qian Daoliu sighed, his eyes filled with gloom. “That so-called clone is probably Bibi Dong’s amnesiac personality that split off due to her going astray in cultivation or being corrupted by the power of an evil god.”

"She poured her love for Xue'er and her confusion about the past into that alter ego. As for her original self..."

Qian Daoliu didn't continue, but his meaning was already quite clear.

The original body is a madman consumed by hatred and evil thoughts.

"Brother, what do we do now?" Golden Crocodile Douluo asked worriedly. "A pope with a split personality who could lose control at any moment? If word gets out, what will become of our Spirit Hall's reputation? And... what if she suddenly goes crazy at an important event, or that clone comes out to cause trouble again, this..."

“I know.” Qian Daoliu closed his eyes and rubbed his throbbing temples. “But we have no choice.”

"Golden Crocodile, have you thought about this? If we were to remove her from the position of Pope now and force her out of the Spirit Hall, where do you think she would go, given her current strength and the legacy of that evil god?"

"The City of Slaughter? Or should I find a secluded mountain forest to cultivate in seclusion, fully accept the legacy of the evil god, and become a true evil god?"

"At that time, a madman hiding in the shadows, possessing twin martial souls and god-level power, who even dreams of returning to take revenge on the Spirit Hall every day. Can you sleep soundly?"

Golden Crocodile Douluo remained silent.

Indeed, compared to an uncontrollable, clandestine threat, a pope who is out in the open and watched by countless eyes is obviously much safer.

"Therefore, regardless of whether she is schizophrenic or not, regardless of whether she is a madwoman or not, she must become the Pope!" Qian Daoliu said in a deep voice. "Only by placing her in the position of Pope, making her busy with affairs of state, keeping her entangled in worldly matters, and keeping her under our constant surveillance, can we ensure her safety!"

"and……"

Qian Daoliu turned his head to look in the direction of the palace, a complicated look flashing in his eyes, "That clone... that benevolent thought, perhaps is the key to our control over her."

"As long as Xue'er can still awaken that clone, as long as she still has feelings for Xue'er, this knife... will not completely go out of control."

……

The Holy Maiden's Palace, the sleeping quarters.

Bibi Dong lay quietly on the bed, her breathing steady, but her brows were tightly furrowed, as if she were experiencing some painful struggle in her dream.

Qian Renxue knelt by the bed, her two small hands tightly holding Bibi Dong's hand. Her tears had dried up, but her eyes were red and swollen as she stared unblinkingly at her mother's face.

She is afraid.

I'm afraid that when my mother wakes up, she'll revert to her cold and aloof self.

She was afraid that the gentle "new mother" who would fight desperately to protect her would never come back.

Beneath this picture of maternal love and filial piety, however, lies a far less serious debriefing meeting taking place in the depths of the soul.

"Perfect! Absolutely perfect!"

Nan Feng's Death Spider King soul floated above the Sea of ​​Spirit, praising his acting skills just now, "The effect of that fight was really good, those old men were all dumbfounded."

"That's great, the persona is completely established now."

Bibi Dong's consciousness stood coldly to the side, looking at this heartless guy. Although she was still somewhat angry about his coercion, she had to admit that... this guy made the right bet.

"According to your speculation, that old fox Qian Daoliu should have already fallen into the trap, right?"

"necessary."

Nan Feng said confidently, "If nothing unexpected happens, he's probably already imagining a dramatic scene of 'good and evil coexisting, and the evil god turning against him'."

"In his eyes, you are now a dangerous object that could go out of control at any moment. And that amnesiac clone is the chain that restrains this beast."

"So, he will definitely come to confront you next."

Nan Feng sat up straight, his tone becoming serious, "Remember, when you wake up later, you must act as if you're confused, like, 'Who am I? Where am I? What just happened?'"

"You need to tell him: you have no idea when that clone came out! You've been in seclusion in your palace cultivating the whole time!"

"Then, here comes the key point: you have to say: During the fight just now, you subconsciously wanted to activate your eighth soul skill, Spider Emperor Clone, but you discovered that the imposter you were fighting was actually your out-of-control eighth soul skill!"

"You absolutely must portray this absurd feeling of me hitting myself! The more innocent, the better; the more broken, the better!"

"Alright, I got it, stop nagging."

Bibi Dong waved her hand impatiently, "Do I need you to teach me acting skills?"

“That’s true.” Nan Feng smiled. “After all, you’re a ruthless person who was able to infiltrate Qian Xunji’s life for so many years and still manage to turn the tables.”

"Alright, no need for further flattery," Bibi Dong said calmly.

Nan Feng nodded. "Alright, your acting skills are alright, but your brains are definitely not that great."

"I merely used a little trick to manipulate you with ease..."

“…” Bibi Dong.

"How about we go into the Rakshasa Secret Realm tonight and practice?"

Nan Feng's expression froze. "I was wrong!"

Chapter 19 Nan Feng: Where Did This Old Rascal Come From?

……

Half an hour later.

"Squeak-"

The palace gate was gently pushed open.

Qian Daoliu walked in alone. He glanced at Qian Renxue, who was guarding the bedside, and said softly, "Xue'er, go out for a moment. Grandpa has some questions to ask your mother."

"grandfather……"

Qian Renxue hesitated for a moment. Looking at Bibi Dong, who was still asleep on the bed, she whispered, "Mom... she won't turn back into that, will she?"

"No, it won't happen." Qian Daoliu patted her head gently. "Grandpa will help Mom get treatment. Go on, Grandpa Golden Crocodile is waiting for you outside."

"Mmm." Qian Renxue reluctantly let go of Bibi Dong's hand and walked out, turning back every few steps.

As the door closed again, the gentle expression on Qian Daoliu's face vanished instantly, replaced by a deep and solemn look.

He walked to the bedside, looking down at Bibi Dong, his golden eyes, which seemed to pierce through the soul, narrowed slightly.

"No need to pretend to be asleep anymore."

Qian Daoliu spoke calmly, "I know you're awake."

As soon as she finished speaking, Bibi Dong on the bed slowly opened her eyes.

Those purple eyes no longer held the previous madness and chaos, nor that eerie tenderness; only a bottomless indifference and weariness remained.

This is the main body.

Bibi Dong struggled to sit up, leaning against the headboard. She glanced at Qian Daoliu, neither bowing nor speaking, but simply rubbing her throbbing temples, her voice hoarse:

"Is the Grand Elder here to watch the spectacle?"