I woke up to find myself as the villain's older sister.

Even if you don't tell me, I can guess some of it.

"Is it to revive something?" Yun Qingyi asked calmly.

Seeing a hint of surprise flash across Yun Yu'er's eyes, he continued, "Five years ago, in the Great Liang Kingdom, although I was in a rather disheveled state at the time, I happened to overhear what you said."

"That thing, is it someone's soul?"

His name is Zhe Yu, right?

Yun Yu'er's pupils suddenly dilated. She couldn't understand how Yun Qingyi could still listen to her speak in such a critical situation back then.

To everyone's surprise, Yun Qingyi almost guessed the truth of the matter in one go.

Thinking of this, her expression changed several times before she let out a cold snort, her eyes filled with mockery and contempt, "So what if you know?"

"Is there anything you can do?"

"Don't forget, I'm unkillable."

Yun Yu'er curled into a wicked smile, "Yun Qingyi, don't you really like saving people?"

"How are you feeling in Star Moon Capital?"

"I bet you ended up killing those lowly people with your own hands, didn't you?"

"How does it feel to watch your own people die by your own hand?"

"Do you wish you could kill me?"

"Hahaha!" Yun Yu'er suddenly burst into laughter as she watched Yun Qingyi's face gradually darken.

"You know what? Your expression is absolutely hilarious."

"It's a pity, no matter how much you think about it, it's useless."

"I am unkillable."

Yun Qingyi: "..." Her expression was indeed very bad. She admitted that Yun Yu'er had indeed provoked her anger.

But he suppressed his anger and said calmly, "So you're collecting these life energies to revive Zhe Yu, right?"

Upon hearing this, Yun Yu'er did not say anything, but simply turned her head to the side.

Yun Qingyi pondered, "Then why hasn't Zhe Yu come out yet? Is it because he's exhausted too much energy and fallen into a deep sleep?"

Upon hearing this, Yun Yu'er's expression changed, but she remained silent, afraid that Yun Qingyi would discover something.

Seeing Yun Yu'er's expression, Yun Qingyi knew the answer she wanted and had already made up her mind.

But before that, she wanted to ask Yun Yu'er a question.

Do you still remember Night Shadow Paper?

Yun Yu'er turned her head and was slightly stunned for a moment.

"It seems you still remember," Yun Qingyi said calmly.

Yun Yu'er was puzzled. "Of course I remember. After all, I put a lot of effort into it."

"Piece of blood?"

"Heh!" When talking about this, Yun Yu'er looked at the bottle in Yun Qingyi's hand, her eyes filled with murderous intent.

Then, as if remembering something, his murderous intent gradually faded.

She coldly said to Yun Qingyi, "Do you think life force is so easy to obtain? That Night Shadow Paper was something I spent a great deal of effort to modify."

Thinking of this, her eyes filled with resentment again, and she looked at Yun Qingyi as if she wanted to devour her alive.

Yun Qingyi was silent for a moment before speaking, "Did you design it to fall into human hands?"

"Of course it's me. If we're going to use it, we have to plan it out from the very beginning."

"The whip rope that woman received, was also given to her by you?"

Yun Yu'er looked at Yun Qingyi with some confusion, "Of course it was given by me. You wouldn't be so stupid as to think that a mortal could have something of this level, would you?"

"So, everything Nightshade Paper has suffered since its inception is because of you?"

Upon hearing this, Yun Yu'er curled her lips, as if showing off her masterpiece, and said proudly, "That's right, it's me."

"I was the one who let that little girl find it, starved it, taught it to do things against its nature, and whipped and beat it."

"So, are you amazed by the little paper doll I created? You must have suffered a lot at its hands, right?"

Yun Yu'er said jokingly, "What should I do? Just thinking about how you stumbled on it makes me so happy."

Yun Qingyi looked at her quietly without saying a word.

Although she had already guessed it, she still couldn't help feeling a little melancholy.

The light that Night Shadow Paper pursued until her death was a lie from beginning to end.