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

If there aren't enough people... since there aren't four of them, they'll all be trapped in this illusion. Even if they break free from their own illusion, they'll be forever trapped in this void until they wither and die.

Yun Qingyi: "..." Today is another lucky day.

"Since you can't send us out, could you send us to the person who hasn't left the illusion yet?" Yun Qingyi asked.

Jingling shook her head: "No, now that you've all come out, you can't go back."

"Hmm?" Upon hearing this, Yun Qingrou suddenly gripped the shard in her hand and threatened in a low voice, "Think carefully before you speak."

"Otherwise, we'll all die here together."

Yun Qingyi: "..." Although she felt that Yun Qingrou's actions were a bit rough, she did not stop her. She even reached out and placed two fingers on the shards of mirror, squeezing them even harder than Yun Qingrou.

While pinching, he said in a sinister tone, "If you don't come up with a solution for us, I have ten thousand ways to make you, even as a spirit, perfectly experience a thousand and one kinds of pain."

Jingling, who was already feeling extremely uncomfortable from being pinched by the two, shuddered violently upon hearing their words.

"No! No! I have a way. Although I can't send you there, my clone is still there. I can pass on a message to you." Jingling said, smiling ingratiatingly at Yun Qingyi and the other girl.

"Hmm." Yun Qingyi withdrew her hand, her eyes calm and indifferent: "Then go and tell her how to break the illusion."

"Don't try anything funny," Yun Qingrou said coldly from the side.

"Yes...yes, I won't do anything else, please rest assured, brothers and sisters." Hearing Yun Qingyi's words, Jingling's eyes gradually became empty, but after a while, they regained their spirits.

"Brothers and sisters, I have delivered the message. That sister should be out soon."

"Hmm, that's good, you deserve encouragement." Yun Qingyi gave her an approving look.

Although it was a somewhat perfunctory and insincere compliment, Jingling was as happy as if she had eaten candy, spinning around in the mirror: "Yay~ Thank you, sister, I'm so happy!"

“Uh…” Looking at the spirit in front of her, Yun Qingyi’s eyes suddenly became complicated. This child has been a spirit for at least several hundred years, yet he is still so naive.

After thinking for a moment, he casually asked, "How did you come up with the idea of ​​attaching a soul to an illusion? Can every member of your clan do this?"

Upon hearing this, the girl shook her small head in the mirror: "No, only those like Lingling, who have the right time and place, can successfully transform into spirits here. Otherwise, like other members of the clan, their souls will dissipate after a few decades."

"Lingling?" Yun Qingyi murmured, "Your name is Lingling?"

"Yes, sister." The girl nodded obediently.

"According to you, the souls of your people cannot be reincarnated? Why are they imprisoned in a place like this illusion?"

Lingling opened her big eyes, lowered her head to think for a moment, and then looked up at us with a sweet smile: "No, only the souls of those used for sacrifice are trapped in this palace."

Yun Qingyi frowned: "People used for sacrifice?"

“Yes, when you entered the palace, didn’t you see the murals on the walls? Those were sacrifices made to the sea god’s people. Even this palace was built to prevent our souls from breaking free and to imprison our spirits.”

"In the eyes of our people, since it is a sacrifice, flesh and blood, thoughts and souls, none of them can be omitted."

I never expected it to be for this reason.