Fairy, I really am a villain!

[Do you want to explore the spiritual realm? ]

【Yes】

[Dual contract pointing detected, automatically changed 'Blue Sky Sword Fairy' to 'Water Moon Fairy']

[It was detected that the selection of 'Starfall Goddess' was invalid, and it has been changed to 'Cold-Faced Judge'] [Unable to obtain the 'Cold-Faced Judge's Contract'] [A temporary contract application has been issued]

【application passed】

There was some random jumping around on the panel, but the meaning was clear;

He looked at Jiang Xingchu and found that she was looking at the air in surprise, then stretched out her finger and pointed: "Fang Xiwen, your treasure is very powerful..."

"Yeah. Is everything ready?"

"Well, that's enough," Jiang Xingchu ran to the bed and sat down, his eyebrows curved, "Let me see how magical the secret realm you mentioned is."

"I'm afraid you'll be scared. Don't wander around when you get there, come with me." He reminded me again.

"Got it, let's get started."

[Feng Liu Jian invites you to explore the spiritual realm. Do you agree? ]

Luo Qingni, who was far away in Guihua Mountain, ate her home meal and waited for a long time before the words finally popped up.

She jumped out of bed, locked the door, and then selected "Agree".

The figures of three people in different places disappeared at the same time.

...

After a brief dizziness, Fang Xiwen regained consciousness and his vision suddenly darkened.

It is a deep night here, with no visible boundaries in all directions. Underfoot is the vast sea of ​​stars with the stars lined up; above head is the vast earth that stretches as far as the eye can see.

The sky and the earth were turned upside down.

This is the Secret Realm of the Fallen Star - the inside of the wandering star he is in above the Star Palace Valley.

If one wants to get out of here, one can only rely on the Star Palace's unique mental method "Sky of Stars" to resonate with the secret realm and find the exit; Fang Xiwen can use the Eight-Nine Profound Art to simulate it, so it's not a big problem...but Jiang Xingchu is missing.

Not only her, but also the little fantong who was far away in Guihua Mountain was nowhere to be seen.

Looking around, it seemed that he was the only one in the secret realm.

"What's going on? Are they outside the secret realm..." Fang Xiwen walked in the sea of ​​fireflies, adjusting his inner strength, and thought: "From my perception, these stars don't seem fake."

[Refined a piece of sky, naturally it is true. 】

Suddenly, a line of blood-red words appeared in front of him, neatly arranged. Fang Xiwen narrowed his eyes and raised his eyebrows: "Emperor? Is it you who broke us up?"

【it's me. 】

"What do you want to do! They have no grudge against you, so if you have any resentment, just come to me--" Realizing something, he stopped talking.

As the internal energy was circulated, the secret realm began to change; some stars began to float up, while others deviated from their orbits, speeding up and slowing down.

The bloody words floated for a while, and suddenly new words blurred out: [You are feeling guilty.]

"..."

[Your sense of responsibility drives you to protect them, but you are also concerned that they have hurt me, and you cannot say that you have no hatred; you want to cut the two world lines apart, but you have to owe me a favor.

What's more, you still regard the Sword Immortal as a living person, so how can you completely cut off the relationship? 】

Like peeling an onion, he revealed Fang Xiwen's psychological activities bit by bit, every detail was clear;

"You're so disgusting, a wall-breaker, right?"

[You are so stubborn. You are actually trying to comfort me, right?]

"Get the fuck out of here."

['All the suffering you've endured is meaningful, I will remember it for you', is that what you mean? Without me, you wouldn't be here today. ]

"......" Fang Xiwen was silent.

[But you know, I am not qualified to say such things since I have never experienced loss. And I am already dead. No matter how much you comfort me, I will not hear it. It will only be a ridiculous one-man show.]

"But you still heard it," he smiled. "My future self's voice was transmitted to your past self through the Tianyan Atlas. Isn't this technique really outrageous?"

[That's right. For a long time, figuring out your guilty, grateful, and stubborn look was a source of amusement for me.]

"Fun? I think it's a spiritual support! It's really useless for you to seek redemption from your past self."

【Whatever you say.】

"You have a hard mouth?"

Very subtly, the emperor who existed in the past is his future appearance, and some ideas have been realized in advance, such as this game-like operating panel, which is what Fang Xiwen has always dreamed of;

And he, who is based in the future, has become the light in the dark life of the emperor in the past...Call him arrogant or not, that's what he thinks anyway.

[It doesn't matter what, we'll stop here for now. The afterimage is outside, go find it yourself.]

"You have great cultivation, but these are the only few words you can say?"

The bloody words quickly dissipated.

Without a response, Fang Xiwen felt a little disappointed; no matter how much it looked like a living person, it was just a residual image left by the Emperor, and he could not touch it no matter what.

If following his footsteps can bring so-called salvation, then he will definitely look for it.

"Huh, don't be sad, there are people waiting for me outside." After slapping himself, Fang Xiwen began to concentrate on cracking the secret realm.

...

"What about people?"

After a moment of dizziness, Jiang Xingchu regained consciousness.

She pulled her hand to the side, but found nothing; then she looked around and confirmed that Fang Xiwen was not nearby, and immediately narrowed her eyes.

After carefully looking around, Jiang Xingchu's eyes fixed -

This place was very familiar to her, yet also very strange... It was a small town outside of the Xinggong Valley, on its most prosperous street.

Two days ago, she had eaten steamed buns in that small shop on the street. The proprietress was a strong woman in her forties with a loud voice. Even the cracks on the bluestone tiles outside the shop looked familiar to her. After the meal, the two of them started competing to see who could step on them more, jumping all the way.

But now this familiarity only brings her fear.

Looking around, the buildings in the town were all old and dilapidated, and many walls showed signs of weathering, and some had even collapsed. Moreover, on the streets that were usually bustling with people, now there was only her, and there was not even the sound of the wind.

"That building was destroyed by humans, and this one has aged normally over time..." Jiang Xingchu walked along the road for a while and made an analysis.

If he hadn't told her in advance, she would never have believed that this was a real world;

Recalling that Fang Xiwen once conjured up a blank Blood God Stone out of thin air, Jiang Xingchu suddenly understood and no longer had any doubts.

Da da da.

Even if one tries to be very quiet, the footsteps are still very obvious; looking up, the sky here is dark, not to mention the sun, even the clouds are not visible.

There were rotten wood everywhere, which creaked under the pressure of various heavy objects, which was a bit creepy. Jiang Xingchu suddenly hugged his arms tightly.

As luck would have it, she remembered the beginning of a ghost story Fang Xiwen once told her.

Although there was no wind, the wooden doors of the shops on the street were opening and closing as if something was shaking them; the glazed windows were broken into pieces, and the originally bright red window grilles gradually peeled off and turned an ominous dark black.

She started to get scared.

"Zhizhizhi..."

Suddenly, she heard a sound like bones rubbing against each other, thin and dense; Jiang Xingchu turned her head tremblingly and found an inn that was relatively intact.

Although it still looks dilapidated, its level of completeness stands out compared to the surrounding areas.

The sound is still there, sometimes closer and sometimes farther away.

Jiang Xingchu gritted her teeth and thought that if she ran away now, this fear would become a shadow in her life; so she took out a jade flute and hung it around her waist, and quickly moved to the door of the inn.

"Fang Xiwen, Fang Xiwen, I'll give you ten seconds to come and protect you. Ten, ten, ten, ten..."

Reaching out her hand, she slowly pushed the wooden door open.

I could see some light coming through, but it was mostly pitch black.

Tiptoeing over the threshold, Jiang Xingchu felt her toes touching some dust; then, relying on her ability to see clearly, she discovered that the chairs in the lobby were placed upside down on the table, as if the inn was still closing.

She reached out and touched the back of the chair, and was surprised: there was not much dust, it was very clean.

In other words, these chairs were not placed here a long time ago, but until recently, there were people...maintaining this inn.

Running an inn in this dead town.

Jiang Xingchu's hair stood on end, and he almost wanted to run away;

When I looked down, I saw that the floor was very dirty. There were some messy footprints in the dust, which were sparse or dense, vaguely forming a road.

'The footprints at the end only disappear in two places... Is there someone walking back and forth in the lobby?'

Jiang Xingchu looked up and saw one was the stairs leading to the second floor, and the other was the counter behind him.

A red silk cloth was spread on the counter, and one could vaguely see account books being flipped through, but the light was too dim to see clearly.

So, Jiang Xingchu took out a tinder, lit it, and gently threw it over there.

The fire drew an arc, and Jiang Xingchu's head suddenly turned white.

There was a "man" sitting behind the counter. He was rotting all over, with bones exposed all over his face. He was looking down at the rotten account book.

Then he looked over and his empty eyeballs rolled.

"Ahhhhh!!"

...

Standing on a wide street, Luo Qingni rubbed her temples and quickly adapted to the brief dizziness.

He looked around with great joy, but he could not find Fang Xiwen. Instead, he saw a ruined town.

She couldn't help but think of what she saw in Osmanthus Mountain. She felt a little depressed, but she quickly cheered herself up and clenched her fists to encourage herself: "I won't let the outside world become like this!"

After taking a few steps and taking a quick look, Luo Qingni discovered that this place was not as dilapidated as Guihua Mountain;

If that was crushed into powder, then this could at least be considered relatively large pieces of debris. Some buildings could still be seen in their original appearance, though they were a bit dilapidated.

When Lady Luo first came out of the mountains, she had passed by Longchuan. Now that she had a lot of experience, she was not so bad at finding her way.