Female lead: No, it's me again??

What is he doing here?

Su Ziyi scoffed, "Why look at her? I'm more interested in the trial in Prosperous Flower Village."

Trial?

"You know, these old men are boring. They always come up with these tedious comprehensive trials, and in the end, each sect just manages its own affairs."

Tang You leaned slightly against the wall, making a complaint.

"There should be more. My husband told me that the chosen trial participants from Chaoyang Holy Palace will also be here. Do you think there might be some of their people at the trial in Fanhua Town?"

Trial of Destiny Number Seventeen, Feng Siyue: "......"

Where did you get all this information from?

Tang You became interested and straightened up. "If I really run into them, I'd like to have a go. I'd like to know how much stronger the people personally selected by the Chaoyang Holy Palace are than us?"

Su Ziyi smiled lazily, "No rush. Even if we don't see them now, the list of geniuses will be published in four years, and all those trial participants will be on it."

"If we choose one to defeat, then the spot to enter the Chaoyang Holy Palace will be ours."

"That makes sense, let's play for a few more years."

Feng Siyue silently took a step back.

The senior colleague didn't tell her that there was a possibility that the spot could be taken away.

Also, what on earth is this ranking list??

"Hahahahahaha..."

A familiar laugh rang out, and the woman in black robes appeared.

While Su Ziyi and Tang You were out, she quietly picked up a few talismans from the ground and left through the back door. She ran quickly to Granny Hua's vegetable garden, and they finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Xuan Li complained, "I'm already so busy, and you still cause me all this trouble."

That Red Moon is really asking for a beating!

Feng Siyue pulled out a chair, and she seemed quite relaxed about it. "Alright, we're going to go anyway, so a little hardship won't hurt."

Fortunately, with the Heavenly Heart Ring and the Divine Mask, she was not afraid that they would discover her whereabouts.

She took out the half of the tattered portrait and looked at it by the moonlight.

The upper part of the scroll was made of some unknown material, with clumps of black ink resembling man-eating demons, baring their fangs and claws as they spread toward the village.

The purple lightning snaked down, growing thicker the closer it got to the village.

On a stormy night, 145 villagers gathered at the edge of a wide square, their torches seemingly about to light something.

These were all familiar faces she had seen before.

The entire village was brightly lit.

Their expressions were angry, and their faces were covered with light brown lines, making them look like demons from hell, but they were almost invisible if you didn't look closely.

In the center of the crowd, there seemed to be someone tied up.

However, the most crucial part was burned, leaving only a section of pink hem.

Pink hem?

She suddenly pulled out the painting from earlier that day, and the little child in the painting was wearing a pink floral dress!

A terrifying thought flashed through Feng Siyue's mind: these villagers... burned that child to death?

why? ?

On the edge of the remaining painting, there are a few withered yellow leaves.

She lowered her head to smell it as if possessed, and there was a bitter smell.

She couldn't describe it; she felt very sad.

Are these two paintings trying to tell her...?

Feng Siyue turned around and took out the talismans to examine them. The strokes were vigorous and the lines were pleasing to the eye, showing that the person who drew them had practiced many times.

She smelled it; it tasted bitter.

She simply closed her eyes and pondered, putting a sugar pill in her mouth and waiting for it to slowly melt, preparing to go through the whole story from beginning to end.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind, "Ah Li, do you think it's possible for a cultivator to fall in love with a mortal and be willing to stay in a secluded secular village to stay with her, get married, and have children...?"

Leaning against the tree trunk, Xuan Li couldn't help but yawn. "Yes, but these usually don't end well."

"I can't remember who wrote the picture book, but it was about a demon woman who was injured and lost her memory. She was found by a villager, and she was moved by his simple and honest character. In the end, she married him and had a son."

"But this woman didn't know she was a demon. She lived in the village as an ordinary person. On the day her child was born, the demonic energy surged and killed everyone in the village who came to congratulate her."

"In the end, she and her child were burned to ashes."

As they were talking, Xuan Li suddenly realized something and looked at Feng Siyue, "You mean, the child in that painting was burned to death??"

The mother willingly became a demon to avenge her child, but was instead shot through the heart by her husband.

This plot...

"But why?"

Such a lovely child.

Feng Siyue paused for a moment, "Do you remember what the villagers said when I provided free medical care for them?"

Xuan Li blinked, her mind beginning to recall...

"I think it's definitely a monster! I was lying in bed in excruciating pain without even leaving the house, and I don't know what kind of evil magic they used! That laughter was terrifying!"

"Exactly! I don't know what's wrong with our Chunyuan Village, it keeps attracting these monsters again and again!"

"It would be good if they were all dead, a bunch of monsters fighting each other, hahaha."

"them..."

Xuan Li fell silent. "Whether they are fallen demons or cultivators, they all call them monsters or demons, and their words are full of hatred."

She initially thought it was just ramblings born of fear, but she never imagined it reflected their truest emotions.