Starting from the imperial palace guards, his clones spread all over the world.

Chapter 671 Revenge is a Must!

The capital city was still immersed in the national mourning period for the late emperor, with white mourning clothes and white banners fluttering throughout the city.

The original vermilion walls and golden tiles have lost their color, and even the sky seems to be gray.

However, before the old mourning period was over, a new one arrived.

The late emperor's coffin was still in the inner hall of Fengtian Hall, and the grief of the whole country had not yet dissipated when the cold north wind brought an even more devastating piece of news: the foundation of the nation had fallen!

The newly appointed commander of the imperial guards, Liang Jin, suddenly betrayed the emperor and brazenly assassinated the emperor's only son, Zhao Hongyi!

When the news arrived, the entire city was shocked.

The emperor was furious!
A single imperial edict, like a chain of ice falling from the heavens, tightened the throat of this capital city and even the entire Great Qian Dynasty!
The national mourning period will be extended for three years!
Marriage is forbidden! Feasts are forbidden! All...living with any semblance of vitality is forbidden!

Throughout the entire nation, officials and commoners alike must wear mourning clothes for Prince Zhao Hongyi and weep bitterly every day!
White.

Countless white banners fluttered and thrashed helplessly in the cold wind, battering the streets and alleys.

Rough mourning clothes made of coarse hemp and white kudzu covered every body forcibly pushed into the street like a plague.

Whether officials or commoners, women or children, everyone wore a cold mask called "sorrow".

At first, this imposed grief was not fully accepted.

Many people did not take this harsh and inhumane ban too seriously, after all, life still had to go on.

Deep in the alley, occasionally, a few suppressed and indistinct laughs or the faint light of a private gathering or banquet could be heard.

But soon...

They realized the cold, ruthless meaning behind this imperial edict.

"Wow---"

The sound of the guards dragging their chains on the ground was incessant all day long, like the trail of death crawling along the ground!
Dressed in black robes and with fierce faces, the Shuntian Prefecture yamen runners were like hungry wolves unleashed!
What's even more chilling are the "eyes" that mingle among the apathetic masses.

They wore patched, coarse cloth clothes, and their faces were covered with identical numb and sorrowful masks.

His eyes, however, were like poisonous needles hidden in the crevices of filth, silently sweeping over every face and every corner with a greedy and cruel excitement.

They are agents of the Criminal Investigation Bureau!
The emperor's...blood-sniffing vicious dog!

Not wearing mourning clothes? A chain instantly tightens around her neck!
A wide, toothy laugh? A whip will lash out! Crying and begging for mercy is an even greater sin!
The air was thick with the smell of alcohol? The liquor store was shut down! The patrons were dragged around like dead pigs and thrown into a prison van!

The sounds of zithers and lutes? The opera troupe, the storytelling hall, the brothel... in an instant, only the mournful sound of tattered banners and the loud thud of sticks smashing tables were left!
Discussing current affairs with disrespectful tone? Immediately cover your mouth and nose and hand you over!
A happy occasion at home? They break down the door! The bride and groom are both shackled!
A birthday banquet? The lit longevity peaches rolled to the ground, falling under the muddy wooden clogs of the officials!

……

For a time, the entire capital was filled with unease and fear, with everyone on edge.

The prison vans rumbled through the streets almost without stopping, crammed with pale-faced, desperate people.

In just a few days!

The prison of Shuntian Prefecture!

The Imperial Prison of the Investigation Bureau!

Every available space that could fit a living creature was crammed in like a sardine can!

In the prison, wails, groans, and desperate sobs seeped from the cracks in the stones, day and night without ceasing!
The air was thick with the stench of decay, despair, and excrement mixed with blood!
The Emperor issued another edict:

All arrested prisoners shall be immediately transported to the outskirts of Beijing!

Go for the sake of the dead son of the dragon...

To build a... a symbol of the eternal stability of imperial power...

A magnificent mausoleum of corpses!
As long as the mausoleum remains unfinished, these prisoners will forever linger and weep by the Zhao family's tomb, unable to find peace...

Offerings of vengeful spirits!

What this means is self-evident.

Once the massive mausoleum is completed, the fate of these "prisoners" is predictable—

They were either cruelly buried alive with the emperor or collectively silenced to prevent the imperial tombs from being looted and to eliminate any future threats.

The real cries finally echoed throughout the capital!

No longer a fake wail performed under orders!

That was a heart-wrenching pain!

The cries of sorrow filled the fields, and the wailing shook the heavens.

The people wept for their relatives who had been taken away, for their own fate, and for the suffocating, boundless darkness.

The once bustling and crowded streets of Beijing quickly became deserted and desolate, with vendors disappearing, tourists vanishing, and shops deserted.

Only the official procession remained, patrolling with heavy, measured steps, the clatter of their iron boots on the hard stone slabs echoing...

Like a deadly drumbeat, it pounded on the hearts of everyone hiding behind the windowpanes, trembling with fear.

The once bustling brothels and taverns have become haunted houses, with only white banners waving against the tightly closed doors, emitting mournful sobs...

People rarely go out unless absolutely necessary, and even when they do, they keep their heads down, walk hurriedly, and dare not talk or linger, for fear that they might accidentally become another soul lost beneath the foundation of that imperial mausoleum.

The entire capital city!

It became a...

Tightly wrapped in a huge white shroud...

All that remained was oppressive, suffocating silence, and mournful sobs...

A graveyard for the living!!
The emperor's grief should be felt by the whole world!
This is the deepest and most helpless despair in the eyes of ordinary people.

In the imperial court, for the civil and military officials, it was as if the sky had fallen and the earth had collapsed.

The new emperor Zhao Yu, who had initially shown signs of diligence and revival after ascending the throne, seemed to have become a completely different person after experiencing the pain of losing his son.

All his ambitions were consumed by immense grief and resentment, leaving him decadent, degenerate, and even...

Madness.

Dong Xiu, the former emperor's favorite minister who had been dismissed and never to be employed again—a man who was as beautiful as a woman but had a cunning mind—was reinstated and quickly replaced everyone else, becoming the new emperor's new "favorite minister," accompanying him day and night.

That extravagant new mansion, a symbol of the late emperor's debauchery and one that should have been demolished, was not only preserved but also became the place where the new emperor and his alluring male favorite indulged in their debauchery...

The Devil's Lair of Bliss!

The new emperor and his cronies indulged in debauchery, spending their days in a drunken stupor, using endless sensual pleasures to numb themselves and escape reality.

He turned a blind eye to the mountains of memorials to the throne and the increasingly serious state of affairs.

The decadent music of silk and bamboo instruments never ceased day and night, its morbid echoes penetrating the cracks in the palace walls, stimulating the last vestiges of lucidity in the court!
The nation is on the verge of collapse!

The new emperor... only wanted to bury his head deep in that pile of warm, soft jade built with the people's hard-earned money!
Escaping the bloody reality! Escaping the endless stream of bad news!
All national affairs! All warfare!
Like a hot potato, they were all thrown to someone else!

Wang Jin!

Today, he has still climbed to the top of the power pyramid in the imperial court.

In the imperial palace! A single word can decide life and death!
His will is the decree of the imperial court.

The six ministries and nine ministers trembled before his whispers, which were as cold as a bone-chilling wind!

Calling a deer a horse! Speaking with absolute authority!
In the truest sense!
Cover the sky with one hand!
And that sharpest! Most terrifying claw!
The one who rose to power by stepping over his brother's corpse...

Zhao Bao!

They were like Asuras crawling out of a blood pool in hell!

Wherever he went, officials fell silent! Children stopped crying!

A single glance... is enough to make a high-ranking official break out in a cold sweat!
The eunuchs' monopoly of power seemed to have stabilized the precarious heartland of the capital.

however……

The entire Great Qian Dynasty...

This colossal, long-ruined ship is now in an even deeper, darker whirlpool…

Accelerate the sinking!
The day Prince Zhao Hongyi was murdered!
It's like fate deliberately mocking us!
The city, considered a threat by the imperial court and already surrounded like an iron barrel by hundreds of thousands of troops in Yong'an Town near the capital...

Taiping Dao!
Under the leadership of the Great Sage and Good Teacher, and with tens of thousands of followers, they moved like a receding tide, unscathed right under the noses of tens of thousands of soldiers...

Retreat calmly to the south!

At that time, the imperial army had already completed the encirclement and was just waiting for the emperor's order to launch a thunderous attack and completely wipe out the Taiping Dao.

The frontline commander issued twelve urgent military dispatches in one day, requesting an imperial edict to quell the rebellion!

pity……

It's like a stone sinking into the sea!
The new emperor, carrying the mutilated corpse of his son, hides it deep behind the curtain of his new residence, the Paradise Cave! He has not held court for three days!

He did not see any foreign officials, nor did he examine or read any memorials!

To ignore everything...to remain silent, to remain silent, and to remain silent!
This fatal delay meant that the imperial army could only watch helplessly as the Taiping Dao forces calmly broke through the encirclement and drove away.

When the Yellow Heavenly Banner of the Way of Peace finally crossed the Xuan River...

The Taiping Dao, heading south, openly issued a proclamation, announcing that they would support the only bloodline of the late emperor—Princess Kangning Zhao Xiling—as emperor, and proclaiming to the world that the new emperor's accession to the throne was illegitimate and that he would bring disaster to the country and its people!
And it calls upon all loyal ministers and righteous men to punish the wicked and restore order to the world!

The name of orthodoxy and righteousness is like a huge banner!

Instantly, it attracted countless gazes that were skeptical of the new emperor's ascension to the throne and deeply resented the eunuchs' control of power!
Officials, powerful families, and even many martial arts sects from all over the country who already harbored doubts and dissatisfaction about Zhao Yu's succession responded one after another and joined Princess Kangning's ranks.

Like a heap of loose sand, the forces found a beacon and responded enthusiastically!

Even more frightening is...

This move triggered a chain reaction.

Two regional princes, who had long harbored ambitions, seized this opportunity and, using the same pretext, declared war and established their own independent regimes.

Smoke signals!

Finally, on the already battered and bruised body of the Great Qian Dynasty!

It burst into flames!

The prelude to division and war has already begun!
…………

Liang Mansion.

No, the signboard at the entrance has been changed and now reads "Zhao Mansion".

This mansion, once overseen by Liang Jin, the commander of the imperial guards, and boasting a brief period of glory, is now...

It became a hot potato, exuding an ominous aura.

Liang Jin is plotting treason! His entire family should be executed!

As the residence of the "traitor" Liang Jin, this place should have been searched and confiscated, and the people in the house would not have escaped being implicated.

Fortunately.

Empress Dowager Mu Congshuang promptly issued an imperial edict, openly protecting the Zhao family.

She not only formally bestowed the mansion upon the Zhao family who lived there, but also explicitly pardoned the Zhao family from any possible consequences that Liang Jin might have caused.

This imperial edict dragged the Zhao family back from the brink of hell.

This allowed the Zhao family, who had been living in constant fear and awaiting impending doom, to finally catch their breath and express their gratitude to the Empress Dowager, kneeling to thank her for her divine grace.

However, the Empress Dowager's protection could only keep them from being imprisoned.

The once bustling Liang and Zhao mansions are now deserted and eerily quiet.

All relatives, friends, and acquaintances avoided him like the plague, fearing that they might be associated with the "traitor's" relatives and bring about their own destruction.

The fickleness of human relationships!

The world is a cold and heartless place!
The Ji family was the only exception.

Because of the Empress Dowager's appreciation, Ji Fei was promoted to the position of inner court guard, guarding the Empress Dowager's side, and suddenly gained status and salary.

As a result, the Ji family was able to move out of the slum and buy a new house.

Their chosen new home was right next to the Zhao family's residence, a deliberate choice to become neighbors with the Zhao family.

Because any celebrations were strictly prohibited during the national mourning period, their move was carried out quietly, without even daring to disturb others.

The Ji family would visit from time to time to offer comfort and bring food and sustenance. This timely act of kindness brought a rare touch of warmth to the Zhao family, who were in dire straits.

But all these changes, disturbances, warmth, or indifference seem to have nothing to do with one person anymore.

That was Zhao Yiyi.

Since learning of Liang Jin's death, she has completely locked herself in her boudoir.

After news of Liang Jin's death arrived, her tightly closed door was never opened again.

Three whole days!

I will not drink! I will not eat! I will not speak! I will not utter a word! I will not see anyone.

Despite her father's tearful pleas, despite her mother's pounding on the door and fainting from crying, despite her two older sisters anxiously nagging outside with steaming food...

Inside the room, there was only... a suffocating silence!

Like a tomb that has sealed its own doors in advance...

Coffin!

only...

Only when any news about Liang Jin came from outside would Zhao Yiyi be willing to open the door a crack to listen, and only then would she reluctantly drink a few mouthfuls of rice porridge that her family forced into her mouth.

however……

How could any news about Liang Jin be good news these days?

Rumor has it that Liang Jin's body was already being pulverized and scattered by the angry new emperor's order, without even the chance for a final burial.

His only remaining head was hung on the city gate tower by the new emperor for three days, enduring the sun and rain and the curses of thousands.

This is not enough.

After being displayed to the public, the new emperor ordered the skilled craftsmen in the palace to peel off the skin and scrape off the flesh from the skull, leaving only the white bones. In the end, the skull was made into a drinking vessel!

From then on, the new emperor spent his days drinking from this pale white skull-shaped wine cup.

Whenever grief or anger welled up in his heart, he would beat and curse at the wine vessel made from the skull of his enemy, venting his twisted hatred.

The Zhao family originally intended to keep these horrific and cruel news a secret.

But they were more afraid that Zhao Yiyi would starve herself to death.

In order to give their daughter even the slightest thought of living, even if that thought was hatred, they could only endure the pain and use these bloody stories to get Zhao Yiyi to mechanically swallow the food that sustained her life.

But these words and phrases...

Each one was stained with blood! With the cold scraping of metal! With the crackling of bones breaking!
Cruelly!
It crushed Zhao Yiyi's already riddled soul again and again!

It is precisely the most painful and humiliating stimulus in this world!

It's like a deadly poison that can hang you from your neck!

She managed to maintain a mere sliver of swallowing and breathing.
…………

Night, deep night.

At midnight, the gong sounded three times.

As night fell, the entire capital city fell into absolute silence, as silent as a giant tomb!

There were no lights! No barking dogs! Even the chirping of insects seemed to be strangled by an invisible force!

No one dared to light lamps for entertainment at night, and no one dared to speak loudly.

Every household kept their doors and windows tightly shut, fearing that someone might overhear them and bring trouble upon themselves. Silence was the only rule for survival.

In this utter silence—

Zhao Mansion!

A secluded backyard!

A dark figure, like a ghost blending into the night, silently drifted down into the Zhao family's courtyard.

The newcomer's movements were extremely skillful; he moved without making a sound, clearly demonstrating unfathomable martial arts prowess.

The figure moved with practiced ease, quickly arriving at Zhao Yiyi's bedroom door, and gently knocking with a finger.

"Boom, boom, boom."

The three soft sounds were exceptionally clear in the deathly still night.

Immediately afterwards, a hoarse voice sounded in a low voice:

"Yiyi, that is me."

The moonlight, like water, moved silently, illuminating the face of the person who came.

It turned out to be a hunched-over, old woman.

She leaned on a smooth bamboo cane, and her face was covered with deep wrinkles. Most startling of all were her eyes—there were no pupils in their sockets, only two dark, empty holes!

The area around his eyes was covered with crisscrossing old knife scars and burn marks, making him look ferocious and terrifying.

The old woman looked like she was on her deathbed, but there was one thing that was extremely incongruous—her long hair was as black and shiny as silk, and its luster even surpassed that of a young girl of sixteen or seventeen!

Her hair was extremely long, hanging down past her waist and hips, with the ends carefully gathered and tucked into a yellowish-brown sandbag tied around her waist, making it impossible to tell exactly how long it was.

Upon hearing that familiar voice, the door, which had been tightly closed for three days and three nights, finally creaked open and slowly opened a crack.

A figure, thin and frail like a ghost, so thin that it seemed a gust of wind could blow it away, slowly... emerged!
The moonlight was as pale as frost and snow!

The cold liquid spread over her body and her hair!

It illuminated her face...

His face was extremely haggard and as pale as paper.

Zhao Yiyi was naturally beautiful and was once a lively and charming young lady.

But now, her cheeks are withered and sunken, her cheekbones protrude high! Her lips are a deathly grayish-purple from thirst and despair!
Those eyes, once bright and sparkling with affection and longing for Brother Liang, were now like two emptied wells, swollen and unable to close! They were covered with spiderweb-like blood vessels!
He was completely listless, as if his soul had been ripped out.

And on her... lowered head!

That full head of black hair!
After three days of hellish torment... they had all turned into a shocking... pale silver-white!
Like a blanket of frost covering the head!

Like wearing a long, dark shroud to hasten the burial of a loved one!
"Ah...ah..."

A faint, almost inaudible sound, like the struggle of a dying person, was squeezed out from between her cracked lips, only to be cut off deep in her throat by an even stronger surge of bitterness.

The old woman sighed:
"Yiyi...you little brat..."

Her voice was dry and hoarse, like two rusty pieces of iron scraping against each other!

But Zhao Yiyi clearly remembered that voice!
It had echoed countless times in the dark courtyard, carrying a rebuke filled with disappointment and frustration!

now……

But it was like the last spark that awakened the fallen!
Zhao Yiyi's pupils suddenly contracted! It was as if the sound had pierced through the fog deep within her soul!
Like a fledgling bird leaving the nest, she stumbled and rushed forward recklessly!

He gripped the old woman's withered, brittle arms tightly with both hands!

Tears! Flowing silently, like a dam bursting!
"Grandma—!!!!"

The sound was as mournful as a lone goose shedding its soul!
"What you said to me back then... has come true! It's all come true!!"

"I'm just a stupid girl who deserves to be torn to pieces! ...I'm just a good-for-nothing who only deserves to live a life of debauchery in my dreams!!"

"I only see the sweetness in front of me! I complain about the bitter medicine you give me! I live my life with my ridiculous joy hidden in my heart! I refuse to open my eyes to see how dirty, poisonous, and dangerous this world is!!"

She was incoherent and sobbing uncontrollably:

"I didn't listen to my mother-in-law! I didn't hear a single word she said!! I..."

She choked up and couldn't breathe:

"Now... my eyes... are awake! My heart... is broken... my world... has collapsed!!!"

"It's too late...it's all too late!!"

The old woman had scolded her harshly, saying that she was only indulging in illusory happiness, unaware of the hardships of life, and did not understand the principle that "a person who does not plan for the future will have trouble in the present."

Once disaster strikes, all happiness will be like a mirage, shattering in an instant.

At that time, Zhao Yiyi was blinded by love and a stable life, and never truly listened to a single word.
Only after losing everything did she feel heartbroken and filled with remorse.

On the old woman's withered, orange-peel-like face, the hideous, horribly burned muscles twitched almost imperceptibly.

Although she was blind, she seemed to be able to perceive everything.

Just by listening to the sound and touching Zhao Yiyi's clothes and cheeks, one could clearly "see" his glaring white hair!
A surge of overwhelming joy erupted from the bottom of her heart! It was like an electric current instantly piercing through the old woman's stiff body!
"Excellent! Wonderful! Absolutely amazing!!"

Her withered claws suddenly gripped Zhao Yiyi's cold, trembling wrist tightly, her voice hissing with excitement:
"Heartbroken beyond measure! My heart is dry! My soul is shattered!"

"Her hair turned white overnight!!!"

"That's exactly it..."

Her terrifying face tried desperately to make an encouraging expression, but it still looked like a vengeful ghost:

"The talent to cultivate the supreme divine skill 'Three Thousand Feet of White Hair' is one in ten thousand years!"

"Girl! Your constitution is excellent, but you lack this one deeply etched, soul-crushing emotional wound as a catalyst!!"

"Heaven is helping me! No! It's heaven helping you!!"

"From now on! The 'Three Thousand Feet of White Hair' will be yours to master! You will progress a thousand miles a day! Your future achievements... will surely surpass this old woman's current state by ten times! A hundred times!"

Overwhelmed with excitement, her withered claws almost crushed Zhao Yiyi's wrist bones:
"Old woman! I thought that if you were to indulge in love and pleasure throughout your life, you might not be able to bear the great responsibility of this cultivation technique! I never expected... I never expected it! Your tribulation of love has turned out like this..."

She suddenly stopped talking.

Cold, sticky, and slippery palms...

Her hand touched the cold tear tracks on Zhao Yiyi's face.

She finally realized the immense pain Zhao Yiyi was enduring at that moment, and how cruel and inhumane her words had been.

Zhao Yiyi seemed not to hear those words about power and the future at all.

Her body was trembling violently!

My entire soul is being repeatedly pierced by one thought!
"Grandma...Grandma!"

She suddenly grabbed the old woman's scarred and calloused arm with all her might, like a drowning person grasping at the last straw!

The voice suddenly rose in pitch! It carried an almost manic, frenzied quality:

"If only I... if only I could have been as capable as my mother-in-law earlier! With such incredible power to overturn rivers and seas!"

"I will definitely protect Brother Liang... I definitely can!"

"It's all my fault! It's all my fault for being useless! I'm such a good-for-nothing!!!"

She spoke so fast it was almost frantic, tears mingling with streaks of blood trickling from the corner of her mouth:
"It's my fault! I'm useless!!!"

Upon hearing this, the old woman coughed twice, her excitement suddenly freezing, replaced by a hint of embarrassment and barely concealed bitterness.

Her thin, hunched body stiffened slightly.

With only a third-rank cultivation level, he might be able to dominate a region.

But in this land where imperial aura and dragon veins coil! In this capital city where hidden talents abound!

Her proudest achievement, enough to make her a force to be reckoned with in the martial world... was her third-grade cultivation level...

He's really nothing special.

“Girl…”

The old woman's voice suddenly lowered, carrying a cruel clarity.

"Even if you have this little bit of skill that I have, it's... it's not helpful at all."

Her dark, hollow eyes were fixed on Zhao Yiyi's tear-blurred face, and her words were like knives:

"The one who killed Liang Jin... his martial arts skills are beyond your imagination! He was a truly heaven-reaching being!"

"My skills are so poor, they're not even enough to fill a tooth gap in front of them."

At this point, the old woman's tone became complicated, filled with deep regret:
"However... I really misjudged that kid Liang Jin."

"I never imagined... that he could... do that all by himself..."

She used to look down on Liang Jin and always opposed Zhao Yiyi being with him, thinking that Liang Jin was just a lowly soldier who would only humiliate Zhao Yiyi.

But who could have predicted that Liang Jin's martial arts skills would completely mislead her?

Zhao Yiyi's face showed grief, madness, and self-pity.

It froze instantly!
As if all her strength had been instantly drained, her body swayed and almost collapsed.

The next second!
Something colder than the northernmost ice! Hotter than lava from the earth's veins! Harder than a towering cliff!
From the depths of her shattered soul... it suddenly solidified!
Those hair strands, as white as snow!

It moves automatically even without wind!

It swayed gently in the pale moonlight, as if it were a living thing!

Her lips traced an extremely slow line...

An arc carrying the intent of death and despair!

Her tears dried up! Only two winding, glaring streaks of blood remained, slowly congealing on her gaunt, ghostly face.

Her voice no longer carried the tremor of tears, but instead possessed a hoarseness born of hardship, like a dull knife scraping against her throat.

"who is it?!"

"Who killed Brother Liang?!"

"I want revenge... I want revenge for him!!"

Every word was like thunder, crashing into the old woman's ears!

Her dark eye sockets narrowed slightly, as if she could feel the sharp hatred piercing her flesh.

On her disfigured face, an even more chilling, distorted expression, a mixture of mockery and cruelty, was forced into shape:

"Hmph! Revenge?"

Cold spittle almost landed on Zhao Yiyi's face:

"Your enemy is this majestic Heavenly Might!"

"It is that supreme ruler who sits atop the dragon throne, who regards all people as worthless weeds!"

"Those eunuch lackeys who suck the marrow of the people like wine and manipulate power like a spider web!!"

"Those arrogant, self-important, and arrogant families and martial arts giants who regard your beloved as lowly ants!"

"And hidden beneath the Nine Nether Dragon's Lair! That demon, who has existed for a hundred years and is indistinguishable from a corpse!"

The old woman's voice, like the wailing of a vengeful ghost, swept across the rocky walls of an abyss:

“These people! Which one of you is like you, weak and helpless, whose husband just died, crying and wailing, your hair turned white overnight…”

"You lowly commoner!"

"What can we afford to touch?!"

"Don't even talk about revenge! If you just walk up to their feet and take a look, they'll think you're dirtying their shoes!"

"Crushing you is easier than crushing a bedbug!!!"

quiet!
A deathly silence!

Only Zhao Yiyi's deathly pale face, stained with blood, looked eerily pale in the moonlight...

A smile, growing ever clearer... and utterly venomous, blossomed forth!
She slowly raised her hand, with the calmness of a martyr, and fiercely wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth!
His voice was hoarse and flat!

But it is like the surging lava beneath ten-thousand-year-old ice:

"He He……"

"It is I, Zhao Yiyi! In this filthy world! The only man! The only lover!"

She slowly raised her head, her vision blurred by blood and tears, fixed on the empty, lifeless eyes of the blind old woman!

"No matter... how high the mountain! How deep the sea! That person..."

"Is it a god! A demon! Or..."

"A monster in human skin sitting on the dragon throne!"

“Zhao! Yi! Yi!…”

She spoke each word slowly and deliberately, each syllable seeming to cut into her own soul!

"This is all I have in my life..."

"Only this one thing!"

Even if... my soul is scattered and my flesh is turned to ash!

"Yes! I want it too!..."

The last two words! Mixed with the metallic sweetness of hot blood gushing from her mouth! She chewed and swallowed them fiercely! Her eyes blazed with a scorching hatred powerful enough to burn down hell:

"Let them..."

"Pay...a hundred times! A thousand times! The price!!!"

The blind woman's body was covered with horrific burn scars!

It suddenly trembled violently!
Those deep-set, hollow eye sockets seemed to sense that mutual destruction! A devastating, all-or-nothing resolve that cut off all escape routes!
Beneath his face, etched with resentment and malice, stiff muscles writhed violently!
In the end, they managed to squeeze out an extremely ugly one...

A狰狞 smile, a mixture of approval and ecstasy!

"That's impressive!!"

The bony, withered claws suddenly grabbed Zhao Yiyi's cold, trembling hand, which no longer flinched!
"Much better than your mother-in-law who only knows how to hide in the corner licking her wounds!!"

Her voice was filled with an indescribable excitement:
"I can see your determination clearly!"

"Love is deeper than the sea, hatred is higher than the sky! Since you have this heart..."

She abruptly turned that inhuman face!
The deep black holes in his eye sockets looked like they led straight to the deepest hell...

They locked their gaze firmly on the southeastern part of the capital, beyond the horizon, in a direction shrouded in even deeper darkness and mountain mists!
"Then let's go with this old woman!"

A cold, withered hand grasped Zhao Yiyi's equally icy hand!
It possessed a resolute power that almost ripped her soul completely from her body!

Turn around!

"There!"

The old woman's voice vanished in the sudden gust of cold wind, leaving only a final whisper that seemed to come from the underworld:

"Perhaps there's something that can help you..."

"An opportunity to devour gods and demons!"

"If you're truly not afraid of being shattered to pieces, then... take this path to your death!!!"

(End of this chapter)