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Ignoring the Reincarnation Stone, Yun Zhi Yue continued, "I know Ming Wang Hun Yan. I followed him to the Little World to find your scattered soul, and Hei Shijiu was summoned by him."
Song Huai's eyes darkened slightly. "The King of Hell is in seclusion. He sent Hun Luan to the Little World to find me. There are only two possibilities: I am a loyal follower of the King of Hell, or..."
"Or what?" He was about to voice his thoughts when Yun Zhi Yue interrupted him.
Song Huai scrutinized Yun Zhi Yue's expression, suspecting that she must have considered this situation. It seemed that Ming Wang Hun Yan was monitoring her closely at all times.
Glancing at the darkening sky outside, Yun Zhi Yue suddenly stripped off her clothes and kissed him.
Song Huai's gaze flickered, and he instinctively pulled her closer.
At that moment, Yun Zhi Yue cupped his face and said earnestly, "Song Huai, you are about to gather your soul, but I don’t want you to recover. Your identity may be supreme; what if restoring your true self means I can no longer use you?"
Song Huai chuckled softly, "Yun Zhi Yue, what a wicked thought. But I will do as you wish. Just tell me what you want me to do."
Yun Zhi Yue's eyes glimmered with a hint of red as she tried to satisfy Song Huai's desires, speaking each word deliberately: "In this life, I will intentionally fail my missions. Before you die, I will take your soul."
"In the next Gui Jing, if I’m not mistaken, Hei Shijiu intends to use me to lure more rebels from the Underworld. After that, he will return to the Underworld, and I will take the opportunity to send you to the Ninth Hall. You can use Song Huai’s identity to help me seize power."
"The Ninth Hall and Yin Xing Yan Luo govern the Underworld’s Evil Spirits. They know who stands against them. If you truly are the King of Hell, those loyal to you will assist you; you won’t be isolated and helpless."
"If you are one of the Ten Yama Kings, your subordinates will surely recognize you. You will still have allies. I know you will eventually recover, but before that, can you help me?"
While cherishing her like a fragile girl, Song Huai replied, "Ultimately, wanting power stems from insecurity. You never trust our feelings."
Yun Zhi Yue scoffed with a smile, "Feelings? I once loved someone wholeheartedly; in the end, what did I gain?"
"My Xian Gu was taken from me and given to my fiancée as a token of love. My self-esteem was trampled into the mud and fell into the Underworld. Song Huai, how can you expect me to believe?"
Song Huai held her tightly as if she might shatter: "Yu Yue is not dead yet."
This was certain; his words carried a deadly intent that Yun Zhi Yue was pleased to see.
With her bare body embracing Song Huai's head, she whispered, "You will understand in time."
Marks were left on their soft skin as Song Huai repeated once more: "As you wish."
After another passionate encounter ended, they had less than an hour before they needed to leave their hideout. Once they tidied up and stepped outside, they found many people waiting in the courtyard, including Xiao Shijiu.
Yun Zhi Yue was still in human form, her body marked by traces of their earlier activities that could not be completely concealed.
Jiang teased her, "Song Huai, it’s been five days! Are you planning to die under a woman's spell?"
Miao Miao quickly covered Jiang's mouth; such matters should not be discussed in public.
Yun Zhi Yue ignored the teasing from Jiang and looked around, not finding Hei Shijiu, but she wasn't worried.
"Are you ready?"
Shijiu knew the question was directed at him. He mumbled through a mouthful of milk candy, "Sister, just help me fend off the punishment. I can break the contract myself."
Yun Zhi Yue chuckled, "I knew you were hiding something. Time is short, let's go. I guarantee someone will help you bear the burden."
With a flush on his face, Shijiu nodded vigorously, his small frame in coarse linen suddenly stretching tall.
Roar!
A massive body covered in yellow and mottled patterns emerged. What was this? It was no longer the Huang Eel.
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