Magic: Reincarnate from high-voltage electricity at the start, level up independently.

A cool evening breeze swept through the courtyard, carrying the tranquility of the night and brushing against the green bricks and gray tiles.

The little cauliflower curled up in the center of the courtyard, its slender snake tail gently encircling the ethereal celestial soul in its embrace.

The magic flowed from her fingertips, continuously entering Chu Ge's celestial soul, carefully stabilizing the last remaining remnant soul.

She appeared focused, but her mind was already far away, idly pondering what to eat tomorrow.

His casually lowered gaze swept across the ground, landing on that filthy mass of blood and flesh.

Those were fragments of Chu Ge that Su Lingbai had removed from her stomach sac before, fragments that had not yet been fully digested.

Tiny pieces of flesh and bone, mixed with gastric juices, fell silently onto the blue brick floor.

Xiao Caihua's Adam's apple bobbed slightly as she subconsciously swallowed, a hint of longing flashing in her blue vertical pupils.

This is no ordinary flesh and blood.

This is the flesh and blood of Chu Ge, taken from the braising pot.

The snake's tail coiled up and instinctively wrapped around a lump of minced meat. She tilted her head back slightly, about to open her mouth to swallow it, but her movement suddenly froze in mid-air.

A few seconds later, the little cauliflower sullenly flicked its long snake tail, put the scraps back on the ground as they were, and suppressed the surging appetite in its heart.

She knows it perfectly well.

If she really indulges in these things, when Su Lingbai returns, he will definitely cut open her stomach again without saying a word, making her suffer a brutal beating for nothing, which would be a huge loss.

While secretly cursing that unpredictable, domineering, and obsessive bad woman, a series of heavy yet slow footsteps suddenly came from the night behind him, breaking the tranquility of the courtyard.

The little cauliflower tilted its head and looked over.

Under the hazy night sky, a slender young woman slowly approached.

It's Su Lingbai.

She was dressed in a cute gothic outfit, yet she carried a heavy black coffin in one hand, her steps steady and without any sign of strain, which was both eerie and incongruous.

boom--

The coffin crashed heavily onto the bluestone slab.

A dull, loud bang exploded, sending dust flying up and scattering in the moonlight.

Su Lingbai raised her eyes, her cool gaze falling on the Heavenly Soul in Xiao Caihua's arms, scanning it carefully.

Seeing that Chu Ge's fragile celestial soul aura was stable and showed no signs of dissipation, she knew that during the time she was away, this greedy little snake had been well-behaved and had not caused any trouble.

"You did a good job."

Su Lingbai's voice was cold and indifferent, revealing little emotion.

"Hmph, do you need to tell me? This evil god is always reliable in his work!"

Little Cauliflower proudly raised her chin, her tail lightly sweeping the ground with displeasure, and with utter arrogance, gently handed the Chu Ge Tian Hun in her arms to Su Lingbai.

Having done all this, she immediately twisted her slender snake body and swam towards the kitchen without looking back, saying angrily:

"I've done what I promised you. I'm starving and going to get something to eat! The rest is up to you!"

"Leave me alone!"

Watching her adorable escape, Su Lingbai shook his head helplessly, a meaningful smile flashing across his dark pupils before disappearing in an instant.

After a moment, she snapped out of her reverie and her gaze fell heavily on the dark coffin in front of her.

Raise your hand and exert force.

She easily pushed open the heavy coffin lid, revealing the empty interior.

Su Lingbai raised her hand and gently placed Chu Ge's floating soul into the coffin.

The ethereal, pure white celestial soul lay quietly in the pitch-black wooden coffin, its size fitting perfectly.

Not empty, not crowded, not superfluous, not cramped, as if this coffin was made solely to bear the songs of Chu.

Perfectly natural and tailor-made, anyone lying inside would be so comfortable they wouldn't want to wake up.

At this moment, Su Lingbai's suspicions were finally confirmed.

Chu Ge is definitely the person that the White Bell Shrine has been waiting for for generations, the one destined for them.

She bent down, lowered her eyes and gazed quietly at the peaceful and gentle celestial soul in the coffin, her emotions complex and difficult to discern.

After a long while, she raised her hand and slowly closed the heavy, cold coffin lid, cutting off the moonlight and evening breeze, completely sealing Chu Ge's soul within this quiet little space.

Su Lingbai secretly reviewed the entire plan for resurrection in her heart.

If Chu Ge's three souls and seven spirits were complete and his physical body intact, she could directly pluck the Ginkgo Divine Fruit and use its heaven-defying power to forcibly reshape his life force and reverse life and death, bringing him back to life in an instant.

But the situation is completely different now.

Chu Ge's physical body is gone, and only one wisp of his three souls remains, which still needs to be placed in the black coffin for continuous nourishment.

Placing the celestial soul in a coffin to nurture it, allowing it to slowly grow stronger and more stable, is only the first step on the path to resurrection.

After the Heavenly Soul has completely solidified and stabilized, she will need to forge a flawless new body for Chu Ge to house the Heavenly Soul and reshape his body.

The evening breeze swept through the courtyard again, stirring up the debris on the ground, and a faint, fishy stench quietly permeated the air, reaching the tip of the nose.

Su Lingbai followed the scent and looked down, her gaze falling back on the pile of flesh remnants taken from the little cauliflower's body.

Chu Ge's flesh and bones were mixed together with the flesh and bones of other things, with several pieces of white bone and flesh that had not been thoroughly chewed exposed.

Seeing this, she frowned slightly and felt a headache coming on.

If Xiao Caihua hadn't cooked and eaten Chu Ge, even if his body was shattered and broken, she could still restore him.

But now, after being corroded and dissolved by gastric juices, this pile of residue has long become waste, no different from the excrement in a latrine, and can no longer be used for reshaping.

Despite feeling helpless, she did not give up immediately.

Su Lingbai found a clean white porcelain basin, patiently and meticulously squatted down, leaned close to smell the scent that belonged to Chu Ge, and carefully picked out the body tissue related to her from the residue.

Keep it, you never know when it might come in handy.

After tidying up, she carried the porcelain basin, turned around, and walked into the house. She went straight to the refrigerator and opened the freezer door.

A biting chill swept over us.

She placed the entire pot of meat and bones in the freezer to prevent it from spoiling.

Just then, her gaze fell upon something quietly stored in the corner of the refrigerator.

That was Chu Ge's head.

She was the one who let it in.

To prevent maggots from infesting.

Su Lingbai reached out and slowly removed the pure white human head.

I picked up a piece that was piercingly cold.

A layer of white ice crystals condensed on the girl's delicate, fair cheeks and fluffy white hair, gleaming coldly under the light, serene and poignant.

She cradled Chu Ge's head in her left hand, and slowly raised her slender right index finger, warm as it gently brushed across the girl's shattered and scarred face.

Fingertips slowly traced a path, finally gently resting on the other person's cold, pale lips.

She looked up and silently met Chu Ge's empty, dark, and lifeless eyes.

There was no light, no life, only a desolate and lifeless wasteland.

After gazing for a long time, a deep ripple gradually spread across Su Lingbai's calm eyes, and the corners of her lips slowly turned up, outlining a gentle yet morbidly eerie smile.

"What an extremely beautiful head."

She murmured softly, her tone full of infatuation and admiration, her eyes revealing an almost undisguised greed.

"It's so beautiful."

"It's just a pity... it's not mine."

As he finished speaking, a fleeting, profound disappointment flashed across his eyes.

After a moment, she looked away, carefully cradled Chu Ge's head, and turned to walk towards her bedroom.

Su Lingbai's bedroom is an extremely pure dark style, which perfectly matches her temperament.

The walls are a dark, inky black, and the room is filled with all sorts of strange and grotesque ghost and god statues. The walls are also covered with bloody and mysterious photographs.

The whole room was cold, oppressive, and gloomy, lacking any of the soft sweetness a young girl should have. There were no pink decorations, no cute dolls, and no warmth whatsoever.

Only in the wardrobe, neatly hung exquisite gothic gowns and shiny little black leather shoes subtly revealed her identity as a young girl, becoming the only embellishment in this deathly silence.

The room was completely silent.

Su Lingbai held Chu Ge's head in one hand, and used her free right hand to push open the heavy bed.

The moment the large bed was moved, a patch of extremely dark floor, its color clashing with the surrounding floorboards, was revealed.

She bent down, her fingertips gripping the crack in the stone slab, and gently lifted it upwards.

Click—

The floor was lifted, revealing a dark and deep cave entrance, with steep stone steps leading down into endless darkness.

Su Lingbai held the head firmly in her arms, her movements extremely gentle, as if she were cherishing the only treasure in the world.

Like an innocent and pure little girl, she hugged her most beloved doll, stepped onto the stone steps, and walked step by step toward her own secret castle.

Da da da—

The small black leather shoes made a crisp, monotonous sound as they stepped on the cold stone steps, echoing through the silent, deep tunnel.

As she walked steadily forward, candles automatically lit up on the walls on both sides of the tunnel.

The flickering candlelight, its dim, yellowish glow dispelling the darkness, elongated her slender figure and projected it onto the stone wall.

Continue straight until you reach the end of the tunnel, where a heavy iron gate stands prominently.

She took out her key, inserted it into the lock, and gently turned it.

With a soft click, the lock opened.

Pushing open the door, one is greeted by another long and narrow passageway.

Compared to the entrance tunnel, this place is several times more spacious. Two rows of iron racks stand neatly on both sides of the passage, and various kinds of cold weapons are quietly displayed on the racks.

The gleaming Tang sword, the menacing spiked club, the heavy and rough crowbar, the sinister and eerie flying guillotine, the majestic and imposing crescent blade, the heavy and domineering skull-opening hammer...

These are all collectibles she has gathered over the years from her travels around the world; they are niche toys unique to this beautiful young woman.

She walked through the weapons corridor and reached the end of the passage. There, she unlocked the door again and pushed open the second iron door.

Behind the door was still a wide passageway, but the furnishings had been completely changed.

Instead of cold weapons, rows of giant glass jars stood upright on both sides.

The jar is transparent and heavy, filled with formalin, which, when illuminated by candlelight, reflects layers of eerie and mysterious colors.

Each glass jar contained the slender, headless body of a young girl.

With fair skin, a slender figure, and perfect form, she possessed the body of a young girl in the prime of her life.

Of course, she did not kill these girls.

The Witch Game has swept the globe, and with each launch, hundreds of millions of lives have perished, and countless beautiful lives have withered away.

These are all things she picked up from all over the world.

There's simply not enough to pick them all up.

She removed the heads from each exquisite body, repeatedly washed and purified the clean, flawless flesh to completely remove the blood and filth, and then placed it in formalin for permanent preservation.

Capture the vibrant moment, preserve the fleeting beauty, and let this pure beauty of the world be preserved forever, for her to admire day and night, never fading.

Her gaze swept over the rows of motionless headless bodies, indifferent and calm, finally pausing for a moment on the last headless snake corpse before slowly moving away.

Walking slowly forward, passing through the corridor of flesh, the third iron gate appeared before us.

Open the door and go inside.

This time, the glass jars on both sides of the passageway no longer contained bodies, but rather exquisitely shaped and beautifully beautiful young girls' heads.

Her hair was intact, her eyebrows and eyes were clear, her features were delicate, and she looked as fresh as ever.

Each head here corresponds precisely to a headless body in the previous secret room.

Two pieces complement each other perfectly.

Su Lingbai lowered his eyes and stared at the jar full of exquisite heads. He parted his thin lips slightly and murmured to himself in a tone that was both obsessive and morbid.

"Beautiful things should be kept separately, so you can have two of them..."

Her gaze slowly swept over the silent heads, her eyes surging with intense longing and infatuation.

As she reached the end of the passage, her gaze suddenly fixed on the last glass jar on the right, and the madness and obsession in her eyes instantly reached their peak.

The head of a blonde, blue-eyed girl was quietly soaking in the jar.

Her golden hair was fluffy and soft, her azure eyes were clear and eerie, and her features were exquisite and unparalleled. Her beauty was aggressive, both eerie and dazzling.

Su Lingbai's eyes shone brightly as she eagerly reached out and unscrewed the sealed lid of the glass jar, carefully taking out the head that had been soaking for a long time.

The strong scent of formaldehyde instantly filled the air, and the cool, transparent liquid dripped down the girl's neck and golden hair, hitting the cold ground with soft, pattering sounds that were particularly clear in the silent, enclosed room.

At this moment, she held a head in each of her arms.

The left hand was deathly still and cold, with white hair as white as snow.

Her right hand is strikingly beautiful, with golden hair and blue eyes.

Extreme excitement and pleasure crept into her eyes, her morbid smile widening, her gaze burning brightly. She looked down at the quiet, still Chu Ge in her arms, her tone both jubilant and obsessive, filled with an almost childlike anticipation, as she eagerly whispered:

"The Chu song! The Chu song! Look—"

"Aren't these little cauliflowers, which I cherish obediently and never make me angry, especially adorable?!"