After being forced into marriage, the metaphysical master became the darling of the richest family.

Chapter 332

As the sound faded from her ears, An Jiuxi felt the curtain behind her being pulled open, and footsteps slowly approaching as she reached out her hand.

As the person behind her reached out a hand, An Jiuxi turned around abruptly and met a pair of surprised eyes. "Who... are you?"

An Shaoqing looked at the person in front of him warily, keenly sensing that this person was no longer his Yingying!

“An Shaoqing, or should I call you ancestor?” An Jiuxi had just remembered that the name on the most prominent plaque in the ancestral hall in the countryside where she used to live with her grandmother was An Shaoqing!

"Ancestor?"

An Shaoqing frowned, and before the person in front of him could react, he grabbed the woman by the neck and said, "No matter who you are, get out of her body right now!"

Feeling her soul being torn apart, An Jiuxi instinctively grabbed the man's wrist, only to realize that although she was conscious, her spiritual energy had not recovered.

The feeling of suffocation was about to completely engulf her. An Jiuxi gritted her teeth and squeezed out a sentence, "It was Jiang Yingying who asked me to... save you."

Hearing that name instantly made the feeling of suffocation disappear.

An Jiuxi gasped for breath, increasingly astonished by the power at work within this illusion.

Not only is she restricted from using spiritual energy, but her strength is also about the same as Jiang Yingying's!

"What else did she say?"

The man, who had been glaring with rage, now looked like a wilted eggplant, utterly dejected, with tears welling in his eyes.

Where was that fierce and menacing look from just now?

“She said you shouldn’t have been with her.” An Jiuxi said this while secretly observing the reaction of the person in front of her.

Noticing the grief and anger in the man's eyes, she asked in bewilderment, "Why would you want to commit suicide with Jiang Yingying?"

"After all, you have the expectations of those soldiers on your back. You think Jiang Yingying died because your mortal enemy was behind it. Shouldn't you get rid of him as soon as possible?"

Her perspective was Jiang Yingying's, and she was unaware of what had happened on land before An Shaoqing jumped into the dry well.

When the matter was brought up, An Shaoqing's emotions calmed down considerably.

His deep gaze fell on An Jiuxi's face, and as if he had seen something, his suppressed anger rose again. "So it was you!"

An Jiuxi was taken aback and quickly got up to dodge the attack, thinking to herself, "Why is this person so unpredictable?"

"What? It was me all along? We don't seem to have any grudges between us!"

Instead, she was forcibly dragged into this illusion and couldn't get out no matter what!

An Shaoqing gritted his teeth, his eyes instantly turning bloodshot, and gathered Yin energy in his hands. "That day, you were the one who went down into the dry well and shattered Yingying's ashes! I will never mistake your face!"

Crush the ashes?

An Jiuxi is a member of the Xuanmen sect, so she is naturally aware of some taboos.

No matter how heartless she is, she could never lay a hand on the ashes of a deceased person!

There's definitely something fishy about this!

“I am a member of the Xuanmen sect and would never break any taboos. Besides, I only went to the dry well last night, so you could not have seen me before then.”

Her words caused a moment of confusion in An Shaoqing's eyes, which then turned fierce. "It's you, that person looks exactly like you!"

"I absolutely cannot mistake you for someone else. Don't try to argue anymore. Just stay here and be the spice of this illusion!"

An Shaoqing's hands were instantly covered by Yin energy, which then surged into the sky. An Jiuxi felt something begin to rotate.

In a flash, the illusion before my eyes returned again and again.