I am a living immortal.

That night.

Mao Shilang dragged Yue Lian, who was beaten beyond recognition, to a dilapidated theater and dug out the pain buried in Yue Lian's heart bit by bit.

And cruelly spat out the truth of the past.

The truth is like a knife, and every knife cuts blood.

"You are just an actor, just playing around. You don't think I really like you, do you? I gave your approval for you to kneel in the Buddhist temple and drink contraceptive pills. Do you know why the servants don't take you seriously..." Mao Shilang's words made Yue Lian feel so stupid.

"I'm tired of this love drama. It's time for it to end. I'm actually impressed with myself for being the last one to leave. But it's about time."

As he said this, he threw the torch in his hand into the ruined theater.

And the final destination of this folk opera troupe also ended here.

A raging fire shot up into the sky, casting a fiery red shadow on his face.

"It's so beautiful..." Mao Shilang couldn't help but sigh as the stage was reduced to ashes in the fire.

The play's repertoire, the suitcase containing the costumes, and the entire troupe's past...

"Oh, by the way, there are also your senior brothers and sisters. You may not know yet, that day, the day I took you away, they never left this theater again. They are all inside."

As he spoke, he seemed to have thought of something interesting.

"You didn't see how they fought over the silver, hahahahahaha, and the incredible look on their faces when they were stabbed at the end. It was so funny, really so funny."

"You should thank me, otherwise you would have been one of them that day, what do you think? Shouldn't you say thank you for saving my life? Hmm~"

Mao Shilang turned his head to admire Yue Lian's expression, with a rising tone at the end of his voice. It could be heard that he was in a good mood at the moment.

"Why?" Yue Lian looked at Mao Shilang.

"Why so many whys? We are just seeking excitement, and you and your troupe just happened to come into our sight to kill time. Don't you want to die? Go... reunite with this theater... and your senior brothers and sisters..." Mao Shilang shrugged indifferently, as if all this was unimportant to him, and that was the fact. It was just a few lives, so why bother about it?

The fire burned more and more fiercely.

Yue Lian seemed to be able to see her own miserable reflection in the flames, and two lines of blood and tears flowed from the corners of her eyes.

She tidied up her long hair and tattered clothes, and in Mao Shilang's surprised eyes, she actually limped into the fire. It seemed that the fire contained what he wanted...

The long hair fluttered in the flames and then turned into ashes bit by bit.

The blood and tears in Yue Lian's eyes dried up. She turned around and looked at Mao Shilang, saying nothing, yet it seemed as if she had said everything.

It was a very strange look.

He was very calm, without a trace of emotion in his eyes, yet they were very deep, and beneath that depth lay an endless hatred, until the fire completely engulfed him, ending this ridiculous life.

Afterlife, no, Yue Lian doesn’t want afterlife…she only wants to be punished for the evil she did in this life…

Mao Shilang at that time was just like Mao Shilang now. He took a few steps back and fell to the ground because of this creepy look.

The figures of the old and the young overlapped as if across time and space.

"It's her! She's back!!" Mao Shilang's eyes were full of fear. Decades later, recalling that look still made him shudder.

The whole person kept shaking his head.

Taoist Changkong cast a talisman to try to calm Old Master Mao, but it seemed to have little effect. Old Master Mao fell into inexplicable fear.

…………

Su Mu looked at the red-clothed evil ghost curiously as his emotions fluctuated. The evil ghosts around him shrank into the corner like flying. Even though Lian Yue was just sitting there, the aura she exuded was like an abyss.

He waved his hand to dispel the aura approaching him, downplaying it.

"I'm curious, how are you going to deal with this? Kill him?"

Su Mu asked without changing her expression.

Yue Lian tilted her head and looked at Su Mu: "Of course, but before I kill him, I will let all his descendants die in front of me one by one, just like he did to me."

"It's time to meet up with old acquaintances. It's time to settle my grievances with you. I implore you two to watch this drama quietly as an audience. This is my business."

Yue Lian lifted up her costume and bowed.

"Don't worry, as long as you don't hurt innocent people, I won't take action."

"Ditto." A majestic voice sounded from the audience. Golden light gathered and a figure walked out of the golden light. It was the City God of Pingmo County.

"Then Yue Lian thanks you two."

Yue Lian stood up and waved her hand. When the stage in front of her closed and opened again, Yue Lian and a group of evil spirits had entered the final show.

The City God bowed and found a place to sit down.

Neither of them spoke, but looked at the stage.

…………

It took Old Master Mao a long time to recover.

Taoist Changkong got the answer he wanted, but it was not optimistic. If it was really as Old Master Mao said, then the strength of this evil ghost would definitely be far beyond his imagination.

As the sky gradually darkened, Old Master Mao held the hand of Taoist Changkong and said, "I beg you to save me. I am willing to give you half of the Mao family's wealth, no, two-thirds of it, just to save my family's lives."

Taoist Changkong didn't listen to what Old Master Mao was saying at all.

The moment Old Master Mao spoke, he felt all his hairs stand up, and white smoke and dust gathered towards the Mao family from all directions.

Seeing that Taoist Changkong didn't say anything, the old man of the Mao family wanted to say something.

But he was interrupted by Changkong coldly and ruthlessly: "Shut up."

At this time, the Mao family also felt something unusual. The smoke and dust outside began to roll. First, the copper swords hanging at the door of the Mao family shook violently, but exploded in a few breaths. The copper coins instantly turned black and fell to the ground with a tinkling sound.

The red lines originally arranged in the courtyard also broke one by one, the auspicious beasts guarding the four directions were blown into powder, and the barrier formations on all sides collapsed.

Changkong held the sword tightly in his hand and did not dare to relax even a little while looking in one direction.

The originally burning candles changed color, illuminating the yard in an eerie and strange manner. The servants and slaves knelt on the ground and trembled. A man in red walked past them, and the cold breath made everyone shiver.

"What? How did the cynical, high-spirited Mao Shilang, who never took anything to heart, become a trembling rat hiding behind others?"

The sarcastic and familiar voice rang in the ears of the old man of the Mao family, causing him to tremble involuntarily and shrink behind Taoist Changkong.

"Why are you hiding? Will I eat you? Don't worry, I don't eat rats. I will only crush you, a big rat, and a nest of little rats into blood foam, so that you can also taste what it means to be heartbroken and what it means to be cruel..."