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A bloody color appeared in Lin Ci'an's vision.

The feeling of the sword blade piercing into flesh was so clear, and the warm blood splattered on the back of his hand, but it felt like boiling magma.

There was a buzzing sound in my ears, as if millions of poisonous bees were flapping their wings inside my skull.

"Kill him...Kill this liar..."

A hoarse sound echoed in his head, like a rusty knife scraping on bone.

Chu Ziyu's pale face appeared and disappeared in his sight, sometimes turning into a cat demon wearing a silver mask, and sometimes turning back into the snowball who would make medicine for him.

Lin Ci'an shook his head desperately, but couldn't get rid of the overlapping phantoms.

“It’s all fake…”

He heard his own hoarse voice, so strange that it didn't seem like his own, "The tenderness is fake... The engagement is fake..."

My heart was beating wildly in my chest, and every contraction brought a tearing pain.

Something cold was traveling along the meridians, and everything it passed turned into ice.

He saw black lines crawling on his sword-holding hand, as if there were living things swimming under his skin.

“Be careful with your temper.”

The voice of the second senior brother in my memory suddenly rang out, but was quickly drowned out by the sharp laughter.

“He’s lying to you!”

The nascent inner demon hissed in his ear, "Look at his eyes... they are exactly the same as before..."

Chu Ziyu's pupils appeared amber and transparent in the moonlight, reflecting his distorted face.

Lin Ci'an suddenly remembered that his second senior brother looked at him with the same eyes when he disappeared in front of the Demon Locking Tower.

"No... not..."

He tried to pull back the sword, but found that his fingers were out of control. Black energy seeped out from between his fingernails, wrapped around the hilt, and firmly fixed his palm on the hilt.

The next moment, a severe headache struck. Countless fragments of memory surged in his mind: the fire in Qingshan Town, the warmth of Xuetuan nestling in his arms, the scattered light points in front of the Demon Locking Tower... These images were connected by the black air, weaving into a huge spider web, entangling him tighter and tighter.

"Kill him!" The inner demon's voice suddenly became sharp, "Revenge for Qingshan Town! Revenge for my brother!"

Consciousness gradually fell into chaos again.

He vaguely saw the other person's lips move slightly, as if he said something.

But he could no longer hear.

The only sound in my ears was the roar of blood rushing and the triumphant laughter of my inner demon.

The world before his eyes was divided into countless pieces, and each piece reflected Chu Ziyu's bloodstained face.

There was a warm liquid sliding down from my eye sockets, I couldn't tell whether it was tears or blood.

Chu Ziyu's cat ears drooped limply, and the iconic tuft of silver hair on the tip of his ears was soaked with cold sweat.

Three snow tails emerged uncontrollably, and wrapped around the waist limply as if their bones and muscles were pulled out, and the fluff at the tips of the tails were stained with wall dust and blood.

He tried to use his tail to support himself, but it only caused more blood to gush out of the wound.

In Lin Ci'an's demonic eyes, Chu Ziyu's appearance at the moment was reflected: his collar had been loosened during his struggle, revealing half of his blood-stained collarbone; the posture of being nailed to the wall made his waist present an unnatural curve, and the plain belt had long been soaked in blood and turned dark red;

The most striking thing was the penetrating wound on the heart. The wound with black gas on the edge was still oozing blood, and half a jar of blood was taken out of the pottery jar under the stove.

Chu Ziyu suddenly choked and spat out a mouthful of blood, which splashed on Lin Ci'an's front. As the blood dripped along the fabric, he even managed a smile, with the dimple on his left cheek faintly visible in the blood: "You are... the disciple of Xuanxiao Immortal... You can't... be possessed by the devil."