Tragic death in the previous life: After rebirth, the sickly prince pampers her every night

"If she completely forgets you and can't even remember what you look like, wouldn't you be very sad?"

"Will she secretly cry?"

"Oh dear, that idiot Zhou Wenlun, he handled this matter... it really suits my taste!"

“It’s so satisfying!”

Hearing their king's laughter, the surrounding demons also joined in with eerie "hehehe" laughs, their voices rising and falling, sharp and sinister, echoing in the empty and desolate arena of demons, like a hundred ghosts walking at night, sending chills down one's spine.

Yang Susu's hand, which was turning the grilled meat, suddenly stopped.

In that instant, her fingers gripping the iron skewer tightened sharply, her knuckles turning white, almost breaking the hard skewer. Her arm trembled slightly, revealing the turmoil in her heart.

She slowly raised her head, her gaze passing over Gui Ya's hideous, laughable, and malicious face, and landing directly on the Myriad Ghosts Sky-Gazing Mirror, which exuded a sinister and chilling aura.

In the mirror, the small, fragile figure curled up in Ah Chen's arms struck her eyes hard.

With vacant and bewildered eyes, the daughter, like a frightened young animal, timidly murmured, "I'm afraid of the dark."

Yang Susu's heart felt as if it had been gripped tightly by a red-hot iron clamp, and then violently stirred and torn apart.

pain.

The pain, penetrating to the bone, spread rapidly, almost suffocating her.

That's her Xiaoman!

It is the concern she is willing to cross mountains and rivers to protect.

Now, however, it has become this dilapidated state.

She longed to break free from the constraints of this ghostly realm, rush to her daughter's side, hold that small figure tightly in her arms, and tell her not to be afraid, that her mother was here, that her mother would light up the starry sky for her, and that her mother would dispel all the darkness and coldness in the world for her.

But, she can't.

She was currently trapped in the heart of the ghost realm, facing a mad ghost who was unpredictable and whose strength was unfathomable.

If she showed even a hint of weakness or collapse, it would not only fail to save Xiaoman, but would also excite this madman even more.

They might even use some insidious means to extend their evil clutches to Xiaoman again.

Yang Susu took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the surging tears and overwhelming killing intent in her chest back to the deepest part of her heart.

Instead, there was a coldness and calmness even greater than that of ten thousand years of ice, as if the whole body was shrouded in an invisible ice shell.

"Forget it, then forget it."

Yang Susu spoke calmly, her voice as cold as frost, without a trace of emotion, as if she were discussing a trivial matter that had nothing to do with her.

She continued mechanically flipping the meat in her hands, the metal skewers clanging against the grill.

"Being the Heavenly Dao is too tiring."

"Bearing the lives of hundreds of millions of people on his shoulders, he toils day and night, worrying about everything, living like an ascetic, never living a day for himself."

"It's fine as it is now..."

Yang Susu's lips curled into a very faint smile, but the smile didn't reach her eyes; her gaze, however, was frighteningly cold.

"Fools are sometimes lucky. As long as she can live and be happy, that's enough."

“With Ah Chen, Ah Yao, Yue Shu, and Jin Long around, she will live a more carefree life than before.”

"As for whether you remember me or not..."

She slowly raised her eyelids, glanced coldly at Guiya, and said calmly, "As long as I know she is my daughter, as long as she is safe and well, that's enough."

Yang Susu's unyielding and cold-hearted demeanor caused Gui Ya's smug smile to freeze for a moment.

Is not fun.

Not fun at all.

What he wanted to see was this woman crying and wailing, breaking down and going crazy, kneeling on the ground begging for mercy, and being tortured to the point of losing all her dignity.

Instead of being like this now, seemingly detached and calmly grilling meat!

"My mother is so cruel."

Gui Ya pouted, looked aggrieved, and sat back on the human skin chair, his two feet swinging in the air, kicking away a few pieces of broken bone on the ground.

"Since Mother isn't sad, then I'll be sad for Mother."

"Come, my little ones!"

Guiya suddenly raised the thigh bone he had gnawed clean, as if he were holding up a baton, his voice sharp and excited.

"Sing a song for Mother to liven things up!"

At his command, the demons who were tearing at each other and fighting over severed limbs instantly stopped.

Some of them were missing half their heads, with turbid brain matter mixed with black blood dripping down;

Some of their bellies were forcibly cut open, their foul-smelling intestines dragging on the ground, leaving a sticky trail.

Some of them only had a twisted hand left, still stubbornly gripping their companion's eyeballs, refusing to let go.

At this moment, the ugliest and most ferocious demons in hell all turned around to face Yang Susu, opening their bloody, mangled mouths with exposed fangs.

"Cough cough..."

Guiya cleared his throat and began to sing first.

The melody is a cheerful nursery rhyme familiar to children, but the lyrics are filled with chilling malice and bloodshed.

"Little white rabbit, white and white, lift up its two ears..."

"Cut the artery to bleed them out, peel off their skin to make slippers..."

The ghosts sang in unison, their voices hoarse and dry, like fingernails scraping against a rough blackboard, or like an old bellows being pulled with difficulty, extremely jarring.

"Little sister, so cute, I'll gouge out your eyes and use them as a side dish..."

"Crack open the skull to use as a bowl, grind the bones into powder and turn them into dust..."

"Unloved by father and mother, becoming an idiot brings him joy..."

"Hehehe... This is so much fun, everyone dies faster together..."

The eerie and sinister song echoed in the air above the demon arena, accompanied by the demons waving their severed limbs and trampling on mangled bodies to the rhythm, creating an extremely absurd, terrifying, and suffocating scene.

Dark red blood splattered with their movements, splashing onto the bone table and the sizzling, oily roasted meat, creating an indescribable sense of disgust and horror.

As Yang Susu listened to this malicious "dismemberment ballad" and looked at the twisted and hideous faces in front of her, her stomach churned, and a strong feeling of nausea rushed to the top of her head, almost bursting out of her throat.

But her face remained expressionless. She even slowly reached out, picked up the spice bottle on the table, and sprinkled a handful of cumin evenly onto the roasted meat with her fingertips steady without trembling.

"Nice singing."

Yang Susu commented casually, her tone as calm as if she were watching an ordinary performance: "The rhythm was quite strong, but the pitch was a bit off."

Her gaze swept across the horde of ghosts, finally settling on a chinless demon that could only utter indistinct sounds.

"Especially that one without a chin, it leaks air so badly that it lowers the overall standard."

Guiya's singing came to an abrupt end.

He stared wide-eyed at Yang Susu in disbelief.

Is this woman... a devil?