My lady, don't be angry. I'm letting you touch my big tail.

Inside the black coffin lay the former vendor who sold paper money.

Hua Ran bit her lower lip and muttered softly, "She sold paper money in the afternoon, and tonight she's... lying in a coffin..."

Joey stared intently at the vendor's face.

He said, "No, this vendor can no longer see any soul... even the empty shell of his soul is about to disappear."

After those people finished grabbing the paper money, the guard said, "We'll send her soul away next year. She's reached the age where she should have died a natural death in this world. It's a good thing; she's going to be reincarnated!"

After hearing this, Joey just pursed her lips.

She can't be reincarnated.

She is no more in this world.

After everyone left, Qiao Yi cast an invisibility spell and went to the coffin with Hua Ran.

When the coffin lid was lifted again, sure enough, the peddler lying inside turned into spots of light from bottom to top and disappeared.

Joey sighed, closed her eyes and then opened them again, as if to mourn the vendor.

"That head doesn't have the power to support the entire City of the Wrongfully Dead. It can create the Underworld, the River of Oblivion, and even the Bridge of Helplessness, threatening souls to become Meng Po (the goddess of forgetfulness in Chinese mythology)."

However, its abilities are ultimately limited; it is not the true form, so it cannot receive the continuous stream of souls of the unjustly deceased. It can only maintain balance within the city by constantly consuming souls.

Hua Ran understood.

"They say you get to be reincarnated when you reach a certain age, but that's a lie..."

Each soul harboring such hope, after lying inside, is subjected to the Yin energy of the Yin array. For these souls without cultivation, a single strike will cause them to be utterly destroyed.

"Yes, when we got here, she was already beyond saving."

Joey looked up at the sky.

"No wonder... in the dilapidated temple in Bianliang, three souls who died unjustly left me with words written in blood, asking me to save them..."

Hua Ran stomped her feet angrily.

"Did my head really do this?! It's so bad, so bad! I really want to hit it..."

Hua Ran's hand went up, then she put it down again.

Now, hitting your own head is just hitting your soul's head; that guy has no idea.

Not worth it!

Joey, however, looked worried.

"My lady... what's wrong?"

"Ah, nothing."

"Are you really alright? You're not feeling well and you're hiding it from me, are you? After all, you're still maintaining the magic at the brothel."

Joey shook her head.

"That little bit of magic is nothing. I was just... lamenting the pitiful state of these souls who died unjustly."

But Joey isn't that kind of pretentious person.

She was worried about Hua Ran!

If a derivative does bad things, just kill it, because derivatives shouldn't exist in the first place; it's against all reason and morality.

But Hua Ran's head... is just an illusion of that head. If she really does bad things, the final retribution will fall on Hua Ran.

This is what Joey is worried about.

As the sun goddess, she cannot do anything excessive. Heaven will give her a chance, but there are only two chances.

What about Hua Ran, the Goddess of the Moon? Does he only have two chances too?

This is what Joey is worried about.

However, what Qiao Yi didn't know was that while Qiao Yi was thinking about these things, Hua Ran saw a man dressed in gray clothes not far away.

Hua Ran was startled.

That was... that was an illusion of my own head!

The guy stared at Hua Ran with his bloodshot eyes for a moment before turning and leaving.

Hua Ran then followed directly.

Now that he's out, does that mean my wife and I no longer need to go into the coffin to look for him?

Hua Ran rushed straight into the alley and flashed to the man in gray.

"What is your purpose! Why are you doing this? Do you know that this will cause trouble for the wife! Quickly return to me, so we can go find the final heart."

The gray illusion chuckled.

His scarlet eyes were slightly narrowed, and the five fingers he extended had black nails.

He said, "Why do you think that every flower-dyed illusion should love Joey?"

"what?"

"Why should every one of your missing limbs love Joey? Have you ever thought about that?"

Hua Ran looked at that guy.

"what are you saying!"

He frowned. "The limbs are mine. I love Joey, so naturally my body and my heart love Joey!"

The gray-clad phantom shook its head.

"I hate Joey, and I hate you too."

Why didn't Joey come to me first? So many years have passed, and Joey has retrieved the head, the arm, all those hallucinations, and...

She killed me in my first life so that she could have a third life; I cannot forgive her.

Hanazon clenched her fist behind her back with one hand.

"You're not the last one, and we don't know where you are... Besides, the wife killed me in the first life, and there was nothing we could do about it!"

Hua Ran said that yin and yang have been in harmony since ancient times.

Without the sun, the moon cannot survive either.

This is not just a matter of Joey's survival.

"In the first life, my wife killed me, and she quickly took her own life as well. In the second life, I killed my wife, and I also quickly took my own life. Only in this way can we meet in the third life!"

Hua Ran didn't say any of these things to Qiao Yi, but he remembered them.

Because of the recovery of his limbs, blood, and abdomen, he remembered many things.

"Did you meet that white-haired woman? Were you bewitched by her?"

Hua Ran grabbed Gray Illusion's collar.

They pinned him against the wall.

The two were standing very close together.

The gray illusion dyed her skin even paler, making her look even thinner, and her scarlet eyes appeared even more alluring.

"If you want to get revenge on Joey because of this, I will make you absorb me in the most painful way."

If Joey loses a single hair, I'll make you wish you were dead. If Joey breaks a fingernail, I'll make you regret ever being my illusion.

Far from being afraid, the illusionary flower tilted its head, pursed its red lips, and chuckled.

He put one hand on Hua Ran's waist and wrapped the other arm around her back.

Hanazono had no idea what the illusion was trying to do.

The illusion parted its red lips slightly, leaned close to Hua Ran's ear, and said, "I hate you. You dismembered yourself, you knew nothing. Do you know how painful it is to have your neck cut off..."

Hua Ran frowned and grabbed his chin.

Tell him to stay away from you.

"If it hurts... it's me who's in pain. What does it have to do with you? You're just an illusion."

However, at that moment, Joey's voice came from behind.

"Dye the flowers, dye them!"

Hua Ran turned around and found that it really was Qiao Yi coming over. She was distracted for a moment, and the illusion disappeared.

"Hua Ran, what happened? When I came to my senses, I found that you weren't by my side. I was so worried about you."

"My lady, let's not go into the coffin. That guy left a scent; I can find him!"

Meanwhile, what Hua Ran didn't know was...

Joey was still standing in front of the coffin.

There was also a flower dyer standing next to her.

After Qiao Yi came to her senses, Hua Ran said, "My lady, let's take advantage of the fact that no one's around and lie down in the coffin, shall we? Let's resolve things in this city as soon as possible so we can go back. I miss my baby..."