The heart was originally fresh and powerful, but now it seemed to be drained of its vitality, beating slowly and weaker.

"Sister, you stole my life, but you used the twin bloodlines..." An ethereal voice echoed in the blood butterfly group as if from the Netherworld Hell.

This sound, with endless resentment and unwillingness, is creepy.

The blood butterfly group was like maggots on the tarsal bones, covering Xi Wujiang's heart densely, gnawing and swallowing wildly.

The heart, originally emitting a golden light, was dyed scarlet blood at this moment, like a rotten fruit, emitting a disgusting fishy smell.

At the same time, the golden blood flowing from Cai Wenshuang's body did not dissipate with her death. Instead, it seemed to have been summoned to form golden chains in the air.

These chains, like life, flew towards the Mother of Mother, and wrapped her tightly.

"Then exchange my soul for the truth!" Cai Wenshuang's voice seemed to come from nine heavens, with a hint of determination and tragic spirit.

Although her figure had dissipated, her voice was like a thunder, echoing throughout the underground palace.

The golden chain dragged the Mother of the Mother and flew towards the direction where Akamatsuko was.

The opera mother struggled desperately, but she could not break free from the chains.

Her face was filled with fear and despair, and endless regret appeared in her eyes.

At this moment, the ground of the underground palace suddenly cracked, revealing a stone tablet.

The stone tablet is engraved with dense words, exuding an ancient and mysterious atmosphere.

Looking closely, it turned out to be a wedding book, with the names of Cai’s father and Xi’s mother written on it.

Seeing this stone tablet, Chi Songzi's face turned pale instantly, and his body trembled violently, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying.

He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he only let out a shrill scream.

"The real God-killing Game is..." Before Chi Songzi could finish her words, his body suddenly burst and turned into a cloud of blood mist, which filled the entire underground palace.

The blood mist dissipated, and an illusory figure appeared next to Cai Wenshuang's corpse.

That figure was the remnant soul of Xi Yu.

There was a strange smile on his face, and a heart-pounding light flashed in his eyes.

He slowly stretched out his hand and turned into a ball of black mist, wrapping around Cai Wenshuang's throat.

"Don't believe..." Xi Yu's voice echoed in the underground palace like a whisper from hell with a hint of coldness and warning.

"Don't believe it! The real container is..." Xi Yu's voice was hoarse as a broken bellows, and the black mist was like a greedy tentacle, tightly wrapping around Cai Wenshuang's slender throat.

The black mist was icy and suffocating, with a suffocating sense of oppression, as if it was about to swallow her whole body.

The eyes were as dark as ink, deep and cold as if they were filled with endless darkness and evil.

He slowly raised his head, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said in a hoarse voice: "The game... has just begun..."

"Brother, your sacrifice... is ridiculous."

The sound of the opera Wujiang was like an evil ghost crawling out of the Jiuyou Hell. Every word was filled with ice, making people's hearts tremble.

The heart that should have died suddenly opened its eyes as if it was coming alive!

Those eyes were as dark as two bottomless pits, and they wanted to absorb all the light in the world.

This sudden change was unexpected by everyone.

The black fog that had originally dissipated seemed to be summoned by some mysterious force and gathered madly.

In the blink of an eye, the black fog condensed into a vague human form, like a hungry beast, pounced on the light spots that floated towards Cai Wenshuang and transformed by Xi Yu's remnant soul!

"No--!"

The shrill roar seemed to tear the world apart.

But it was too late. Wherever the black fog passed, the light spots were annihilated, like fireflies blown away by the strong wind, dissipating invisible.

Xi Wujiang, the shady hand who had been hidden behind the scenes from the beginning, finally revealed his hideous face.

He wants to devour Xi Yu's remnant soul and completely cut off Xi Yu's hope of resurrection!

In the ruins of the imperial city, Cai Wenshuang's body had become nearly transparent, as if it would disappear with the wind at any time.

But just as Xi Wujiang devoured Xi Yu's remnant soul, she suddenly spit out a mouthful of black blood!

"puff--!"

Black blood spilled on the broken bricks and stones, making a "hissing" sound, as if it was strongly corrosive.

What's strange is that a smile appeared on Cai Wenshuang's face, and there was both relief and madness in that smile.

"The last gift he left to me..."

Cai Wenshuang's voice was hoarse as if it had been polished by sandpaper, and every word seemed to be squeezed out of his throat.

Her eyes were empty and confused, as if she had lost her focal length.

"Girl! What's wrong with you, girl!"

At this moment, an anxious voice broke the strange atmosphere.

Lao Cai, this simple mountain man, stumbled into the ruins with herbs on his back.

He ran all the way, his face covered in sweat and mud, and his clothes were cut by thorns, but he ignored them completely and only had his own daughter in his eyes.

When he saw Cai Wen vomiting black blood in his mouth and shakingly, his heart instantly raised to his throat.

He threw down the medicine basket and rushed to Cai Wenshuang with one stone, trembling hands to support her.
Chapter completed!