Senior brother is so awesome!

Unconsciously, she covered her head and shook it violently, hoping to dispel the sudden surge of pain. She repeatedly told the voice in her heart, "I don't know him, I would never know him even if you killed me, I will never see him again in this lifetime!"

But what greeted her was his face as he turned around.

As she looked up, a pair of eyes, filled with both pity and sorrow, were fixed on her. The corners of the eyes were slightly upturned, as if they possessed all the beauty in the world. But the subtle emotions hidden in those eyes were something that she could not understand.

Qin Yuechan noticed that her whole body was trembling, as if uncontrollably trembling from fear and anger, her lips quivering as she opened her mouth: "Get out! Otherwise, I'll let her die here!"

The shrill voice seemed to contain resentment accumulated over thousands of years, sharp as fingernails scratching on a blackboard. She was shocked; this was not her voice at all! What was going on?

Before she could turn around in shock, the man in the yellow robe stood up leisurely, turned his back to her, and said calmly, "Isn't three hundred years enough for you to extinguish your hatred?"

"Passing the time?"

"Qin Yuechan" spoke two words in a tone that was both tearful and amused, then said in a gloomy voice, "As expected, three hundred years cannot extinguish your greed for power. You have not yet vanished into thin air, so how can I be reborn in peace!"

The sound of her clenching her teeth was filled with intense hatred, as if she wanted to tear him to pieces. Just when Qin Yuechan thought the man would turn around and fly into a rage, he actually smiled faintly, a smile that was distant and deep.

"Once my wish is fulfilled, I will hand her over to you to devour alive, but before that, do not harm her in the slightest." The last words carried a hint of command, and the aura emanating from him made people unable to help but kneel in worship.

But she forced a smile through her teeth, her voice dripping with blood, "It's always the same. Even when I die on the ground, you haven't kept your promise. Do you think I'd be that foolish again?"

The man in the yellow robe stood with his back straight, hands clasped behind his back, as if an eternity had passed. In the end, all explanations melted into a sigh and vanished.

Qin Yuechan stared wide-eyed at the spot where he had suddenly disappeared, wanting to scream but unable to utter a sound. She could only remain trapped in this body like a ghost, watching helplessly as someone vanished before her eyes.

But that power hadn't disappeared; she could almost feel its presence!

Suddenly, her eyes lit up and she opened them wide, only to find herself in a void shrouded in white mist. She could immediately recognize it as a place she had been before, and that familiar voice rang out.

"Poor fool, don't you know who I am yet?"

The voice echoed in the void. Qin Yuechan frowned and said, "Was it you who occupied my body again just now?"

She scoffed, "This body isn't yours at all; it's been usurped."

This person actually knew that she had transmigrated from another world. There was only a slight ripple in my heart. He could freely enter and leave her dream and take over her body. He was definitely not a human or a god, but a ghost!

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but tremble, and looked around warily, where there was endless white mist everywhere!

The voice rang out again: "Do you really want to see what I look like?"

"I may want to, but if you don't show it to me, there's nothing I can do to you."

"Haha, of course." She paused, a hint of mockery in her voice, "By now, you should know some of the truth. But this is what I looked like before I died, so don't be scared!"

It shouldn't be too scary, right? I've seen quite a few horror movies, so my psychological tolerance is above average...

Gradually, a human figure emerged from the white mist before her, its slender, tall, and exquisite figure hidden within the mist as it slowly approached her.

As the distance closed, the ghost that had haunted her for three years finally appeared before her. To her surprise, the ghost wasn't scary at all. However, the scars on its face were hideous and terrifying, making it impossible to recognize its original appearance. Its long hair was disheveled and reached the ground, and its white dress was stained with streaks of blood. From a distance, one would almost mistake it for a red...

Am I ugly?

As she was looking at him, she suddenly asked, caught off guard. Qin Yuechan shook her head, "I can't see what your face looks like at all!"

She was taken aback, then smiled wryly, "Yeah, with this grotesque appearance, it's a miracle anyone can recognize me. I'd be lucky if they didn't scare me to death."

I had only heard her voice in my dream and thought she was an extremely vicious female ghost. But when I actually met her face to face, it was a completely different story. She was a very quiet woman, who may have been tortured to death. She was so pitiful.

"You... how should I address you?"

She smiled faintly, her expression utterly bitter. "Just call me Ruo'er."

"Ruo'er?" My heart skipped a beat. "You're Ruo'er? I keep hearing someone call that name in my dreams!"

She paused, then burst into laughter, which gradually turned into uncontrollable maniacal laughter. "You killed me with your own hands! Why do you still hold onto this memory! Why!"

After saying that, he looked at the stunned Qin Yuechan and said resentfully, "I'll show you a story."

In an instant, she finally felt a sense of fear, because Ruo'er's eyes were dripping blood, leaving bloody marks on the torn flesh.

A scene gradually formed in the billowing white smoke ahead, just like the one I saw when I first came here. It showed me things that happened in the past and future. And what will she show me this time?

The large screen in front of me gradually showed a scene of people and scenery. It was in a magnificent palace, with dazzling gold everywhere you looked, glamorous and flamboyant.

In the palace study, a man with his head bowed, wearing a golden crown and a bright yellow dragon robe, stared intently at the walking stick in his hand, his fingers gradually tightening and the veins bulging!

"Damn it!" The torn memorial was scattered everywhere, and the man's roar startled the woman who walked in from outside.

"Your Majesty, are you still troubled by the matter of Prince Chichen?"

Her voice, as melodious as a nightingale's song, was like a gentle breeze, yet the enraged man showed no sign of relief upon seeing her; in fact, there was a faint, almost imperceptible sadness in her upturned eyes.

"Ruo'er, what should I do!"

His fingers gripped his hair in anguish as he slumped into a chair. The woman in the Moon Palace dress stiffened for a moment, then bent down and picked up the scattered pieces of paper one by one.

The remnants of the memorial were placed on the desk. She said calmly, "The fate of the nation is paramount. I am willing to go on a mission to the Chi Chen Kingdom."

The man's eyes snapped open, a deep sorrow flashing within them that sent a descent into an abyss from which there was no return.

The scene shifts to another setting. Although it's clearly a palace, it lacks the exquisite grandeur of the previous one, instead exuding a wild atmosphere. The walls are adorned with primitive murals, giving it a distinct Western Regions feel.

Suddenly, a woman's sharp scream shattered the silence, startling Qin Yuechan awake. She ran towards the inner palace from which the sound came, her maids following her with blank stares, completely oblivious to her presence.

They arrived at the inner palace without any obstacles, only to be stunned speechless by what they saw before them, frozen in place as if struck by lightning.

The naked woman had her hands hanging high above her head, her injured body tied to a roof beam with a rope. Her long hair was disheveled, and a bright red whip mark was clearly visible on her snow-white body.

Opposite the woman stood a burly man, also naked, covered in black hair. If it weren't for his face, she wouldn't have recognized him as a person at all!

In the instant she froze, the man picked up the long whip again and lashed it hard against the woman. Her frail body thrashed like a hanging fish, and another cry of pain rang out, while the man's face showed a perverse pleasure.

Qin Yuechan clenched her fingers so tightly that her nails dug into her flesh. She stepped forward to try to snatch the whip from his hand, but even though she could clearly see every line on the whip, she managed to grab nothing at all!

Looking at her hands, she suddenly realized that all of this was an illusion presented to her by Ruo'er, and that she was just going to watch that woman suffer.

Her heart trembled violently, as if every whip was hitting her body, and the piercing pain was stabbing her heart so hard that she couldn't bear it!

Before she knew it, her eyes were filled with tears. She wailed, but no one could hear her. The scene before her eyes seemed to be in slow motion. With each lash, she could clearly feel the woman's pain!

It felt like an eternity before the man finally threw the whip aside. But after taking the woman off, he disregarded her blood-soaked body and threw her to the ground. Like a bear, he leaned down and vented his lust on the woman, who looked like a rag doll!

Qin Yuechan heard the woman, who was clearly unconscious for a moment, cry out from deep in her throat, "Qing Cang!"

The name, like a curse, exploded in her mind, and she could no longer bear to look at the agonizing scene before her!

The scene that followed no longer featured the woman; only the emperor named Qingcang and the bear were drinking together, as if they had reached some kind of agreement.

After that, Qing Cang indulged in nightly revelry, surrounded by beauties. Later, what she had dreamed of happened: a vast, dark mass of soldiers and generals were fighting beneath the city walls, and a man on horseback was clad in golden armor, seemingly oblivious to the carnage around him.

When the disheveled, tormented woman, looking like a ghost, appeared on the city wall, a mocking smile played on Qing Cang's lips. "She's already your woman. Can she threaten me?"

The bear-like man on the city wall gripped her neck tightly and shouted down, "Since you don't care, then I, Chi Chen, will let my men enjoy her. The taste of the most beautiful woman in the world is truly wonderful!"

The crowd on the city wall burst into laughter. The woman, who was in a daze, slowly opened her eyes. She was so weak that even opening her eyelids was extremely painful. Half of her face, which was covered by her hair, was revealed, and it was covered with hideous knife wounds.

She gazed at the dazzling figure below the city gate and smiled faintly. Despite her plight, despite being tortured beyond recognition, Qin Yuechan was still awestruck by her beauty. However, everything had come to an end.

With all her might, she shouted, "Qing Cang, if there is an afterlife, I will never see you again!"

Before the shrill words had even finished, the spear in Qing Cang's hand had already cut through the wind and pierced through the woman's frail body. A sharp pain shot through her, and Qin Yuechan screamed as she opened her eyes, only to find herself in a chaotic void.

I held it to my chest with lingering fear, and seeing that it was completely healed, I breathed a sigh of relief, repeatedly telling myself, "It's a dream, it's a dream..."

"It's not a dream!"

A shrill female voice rang in her ears. She turned around, and her face, slashed beyond recognition, was filled with intense anger. Terrified, she backed away.

"Was that woman in the illusion just now you?"

Ruo'er smiled bitterly: "It's not just me, it's your past life! Didn't you notice that I look exactly like you?"

Qin Yuechan was startled and took a long time to recover before slowly shaking her head: "No, how could that be my past life? I clearly came from the modern world, how could it be you!"

She shouted loudly, but all she got in return was Ruo'er's cold laughter.

"Do you know why you were abandoned in the orphanage? It's because you were born with deep resentment, and everyone around you was cursed to die. Your parents died in a car accident after you were born, and even those in the orphanage who were on good terms with you died tragically! When you were five years old, a fire killed everyone in the orphanage, but you were the only one who survived! Haven't you ever had any doubts about it?!"

The questions brought back memories buried deep in her heart. She staggered backward in disbelief, almost falling to the ground, her face pale as she stared at Ruo'er's face, which, though grotesque, still had features that were vaguely discernible, as familiar as the mirror she looked in every day.