Or is his former host, Xi Wuchang?

This problem hangs in the air, filled with a rotten stench.

Before he finished speaking, a scream of pure anger broke the silence before the creepy truth spilled out from his ghostly lips.

Xi Mu's ghost phantom of revenge swept down, and her translucent body shone with evil light.

She pounced on the remnant soul of the commander of the Dark Guard, her ghostly claws tearing his illusory body apart.

"Idiot!" she screamed, her voice a symphony of hatred and frustration.

"Reincarnation... Reincarnation must end! This requires..."

The remnant soul of the commander of the Dark Guard let out a silent scream, and when Xi Mu's ghostly claws tear him to pieces, his body turned into wisps of blue smoke and dissipated.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of ozone, which was a sharp, spicy smell that tingled the nostrils.

Cai Wenshuang looked at all this in horror, her breathing stuck in her throat.

She suddenly felt a sharp pain in her chest, as if it was a phantom echo of Xi Wuchang's heartbeat on her own chest.

But some are different.

She looked down, her eyes widened from disbelief.

Xi Wuchang's heart, which was close to her chest, was shining with a golden light, which was a brilliant, extraordinary glory.

"Brother..." she said softly, her voice barely audible.

"What did you...you do those years ago?"

Her question was overwhelmed by another creepy scream.

Xi Mu's ghost turned around, and her eyes flashed with a terrible light.

She reached out her hand at an incomprehensible speed and snatched Xi Wuchang's glowing heart from Cai Wenshuang's hand.

The golden light suddenly shone brightly, dazzlingly bright, Cai Wenshuang screamed and covered her eyes with her hands.

Xi Mu raised his beating heart high, and her ghostly figure flashed with almost reachable power.

"The God-killing Scheming," she hissed, her voice filled with venom.

"The last step left...the twins..."

Her words came to an abrupt end, and the explanation was unresolved in the echoing silence.

The golden light pounded irregularly, casting twisted shadows on the walls of the tomb, which pounded.

A cold wind blew across the tomb, blew out the tomb and threw the tomb into darkness.

Cai Wenshuang felt a pair of cold hands grabbing her wrist, and the touch felt like the chill of a grave.

A husky whisper rang in her ears, making her spine chill.

"Dear...it's time..."

"Dear...it's time..."

The cold, hoarse whisper like a poisonous snake licked Cai Wenshuang's ears, and her hair exploded and she had goose bumps.

This sound is the mother of the opera!

Her mother who has only the remaining soul, the ghostly soul is gone!

The cold hand of the mother of the opera, the frozen soul, tightly clamped Cai Wenshuang's wrist, and the bone-bone chill spread along her arms, as if she was about to freeze her whole body into an ice sculpture.

"The blood of twins must..." She croaked, greedy, vicious, desperate voice echoed in the tomb, and every word was like a file, scraping Cai Wenshuang's nerves hard.

What is necessary?

What is she going to do with twin blood?!

Cai Wenshuang felt a big alarm in her heart, and an unprecedented fear grabbed her.

"Mother, she still has Xi Yu's soul in her body!"

At this critical moment, Xi Wujiang's sinister voice was like a thunder, splitting open the suffocating atmosphere.

He took a sudden move and shook the remnant soul of the Mother of Mother from Cai Wenshuang.

The momentum was extremely powerful, and the remnant soul of the opera mother let out a shrill scream, drew a twisted arc in the air, and hit the stone wall heavily.

Cai Wenshuang was free and didn't care about the scorching pain on her wrist, as if she was burned by a soldering iron. She instinctively retreated and distanced herself from the remnant soul of the opera mother and the Yu Wujiang.

Her eyes stared at the remnant soul of the opera mother, and her heart was filled with anger and disgust.

"You killed your sister three hundred years ago, and now you want to repeat it?" Cai Wenshuang gritted his teeth, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from his teeth.

She grabbed the heart that was still beating slightly and emitting golden light, and used all her strength to throw it towards the residual soul of the Mother of Mother!

The heart drew a golden trajectory in the air, like an angry meteor, with Cai Wenshuang's anger, and it hit the residual soul of the mother of the Mother.

"Bang!"

With a dull sound, the heart was in the chest of the mother's remnant soul.

The remnant soul of the opera mother let out a painful roar, and her body twisted, as if it would dissipate at any time.

"Sister, you finally understand that sister is the container!"

At this moment, a cold voice came from the depths of the underground palace, with a hint of pride, a hint of mockery, and a hint of... liberation?

Cai Wenshuang turned his head suddenly and looked in the sound.

I saw a figure slowly walking out of the darkness. It was a woman, a woman who was somewhat similar but completely different from her.

Nangong Yue!

She is still alive!

No, she had long been dead, and now she was just a manipulated puppet!

Nangong Yue approached step by step, and she stopped in front of Cai Wenshuang and stared at her with a bright look.

Cai Wenshuang then noticed that there was a golden black pattern exactly like her on Nangong Yue’s neck!

The patterns seemed to be alive, slowly squirming, strange and charming.

"You stole my mother's blood contract back then and made me become a living dead..." Nangong Yue's voice was low and hoarse, with deep resentment and unwillingness, "Do you know how I got through these years? No one is human, no ghost is worse than death!"

Cai Wenshuang's heart sank suddenly. She finally understood that the root of the blood curse was actually...

"You illegitimate daughter dares..."

Before Cai Wenshuang could clear his thoughts, the cold voice of Xi Wujiang sounded again.

He suddenly took action and grabbed Nangong Yue's throat!

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However, before he finished speaking, he ended abruptly.

"Puff!"

A light sound seemed to pierce the flesh and blood.

Xi Wujiang's body suddenly froze. He lowered his head in disbelief and saw a blood-red sharp blade like a butterfly wing, piercing out from his chest.

The blood instantly dyed his clothes red.

"Brother, have you forgotten that your mother hates illegitimate son the most?"

Cai Wenshuang's voice sounded behind him, cold and ruthless.

Xi Wujiang slowly turned around, and he opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he didn't say anything.

His body fell to the ground, stirring up a piece of dust.

"Do you think...this is...over?" Xi Wujiang's head hung weakly on the ground, his eyes were dissipated, and the corners of his mouth were still opening and closing.

**The underground palace is in shock and changes, and the blood pool is surging**

"Boom--"

Before he finished speaking, a dull loud noise came from the depths of the underground palace, as if something was waking up.

The ground trembled violently, like a sieve, making people unstable to stand.

A series of hideous cracks spread rapidly like spider webs, crisscrossing and shocking.

"Click! Click!"

The harsh sound of breaking is endless, the stones collapse and the dust is flying.

The originally flat ground was now as if it was torn apart by an invisible hand, revealing a huge, bottomless black hole.

In the black hole, a faint red light flashed, and a disgusting smell of blood came to the face, making people almost suffocate.

"This is..." Cai Wenshuang widened his eyes and stared at the black hole. He felt a chill running straight from the soles of his feet and the blood in his body seemed to solidify.

"Blood...blood pool..." Xi Wujiang's voice trembled, with a hint of incredible fear.

I saw a huge bronze pond slowly rising from the black hole.

The bronze pond was dark red all over, as if it had been soaked in blood for thousands of years. It was carved with countless twisted and hideous ghost patterns, exuding a heart-pounding evil aura.

In the pool, the scarlet liquid rolled and boiled, like boiling magma, with bubbles gurgling. Each bubble burst, as if there was a soul wailing.

"It must be used...twins'...first-birth blood!"
To be continued...