red* before, otherwise they wouldn't have no skulls.How many years have their grudges lasted How many people have they killedPerhaps this is how it was brought into the tomb by a gravedigger and seale...His gaze made me feel flustered. In his deep-set eyes, the azure light was dimmed, like stars obscured by clouds in the heavens.

"Wànchen, I'm not capable of fighting alongside you, but I can help you run errands and do some logistical support. Please don't keep everything bottled up inside and try to solve everything on your own. I can listen to your plans and do what I can to help!" I reached out and grabbed his wrist.

He grabbed my hand, but his palm wasn't as warm as it used to be, which left me a little surprised.

“Little Lu'er.” A chilly smile curved his lips.

"It's truly a hardship you've endured, being startled and running around, constantly worrying, all for this wounded 'Peach Blossom Spring'..."

"Don't say those things!" I snapped at him.

What are you talking about

No one can choose their birth. To be born here, with abilities that ordinary people don't have, and to inherit so much cultural knowledge and esoteric arts... what could be bad about that

“If you weren't the Great Shaman, or Mu Wanchen, I wouldn't have met you in this lifetime, next lifetime, or even the lifetime after that...I probably wouldn't even know who you were. The fact that we crossed paths is already amazing to me... Whatever difficulties or tribulations come our way, let's just face them together.” I murmured softly.

Even if this house collapses, as long as there are people, it can be rebuilt...At worst, we just ignore everything else, and I still have my little attic to live in. What's there to fear

I looked up at him, and he lowered his gaze to meet mine.

Though the statement was rather irresponsible, it elicited a light and airy smile from him.

“Indeed, your surroundings are my Peach Blossom Spring…”

He gently stroked my face with his hand.

That audacious serpent, blind to its own peril, charged headlong. Mu Wanchen didn't even glance at it, casually tossing his sword with a flick of his wrist.

The almost bloodless sword pierced the crimson scales on the top of the serpent's head, driving into its skull. The serpent thrashed wildly, but it could not dislodge the sword.

“…I haven't harmed any living beings for many years, but even so, I can’t move heaven. Whether it be the heavens above or the mortal world below, the Wu clan can only perish by their own hand, perish by their own hand… No matter how many years they live, they still cannot escape annihilation.”

Perhaps all the witch kings throughout history have strived for is to merely prolong their existence, delaying the inevitable demise.

Those countless souls, not in the death register nor reincarnation, have nowhere to be absolved. The mirror ghost realm is shattered, leaving only for them to vanish into smoke.

He seemed reluctant, for this was their cycle of reincarnation spanning millennia. To have it destroyed by his own hand was something he found hard to accept.

But providence works in mysterious ways.

The former shaman king allowed the corpse refiners to stay, and the corpse refiners attracted the attention of the junior sister, bringing in the master.

The Master has broken the Dharma gates, karmic obstacles have been formed, and now he is responsible for the balance of this place.

At this moment, the ground is splitting and mountains are collapsing, forcing Hades and Mu Wanchen to deal with these souls...

It seems like everything is normal, as if there was already a predetermined path for us, leaving us with no room to choose.

"Wǎnchén, the ghosts here have stayed in the Mirror King City for years and become oblivious. If we don't handle them well, they could be used by the Dragon King or some ancient monster," I whispered as a warning.

Mu Wanchen nodded. "I know, just now the old monster had already broken open a space, which was sealed by Yinglong and me—that place should be the channel for Chaos to enter the Demon Realm. We can't open that mouth, otherwise all the creatures and blood here will become his 'food'."

What does it mean to be possessed by demons I turned my head to look at Mu Wanchen.

He suddenly smiled and brushed my cheek with the back of his hand: “I've said too much, it’s okay if you don't understand. These things are hard to grasp anyway.”

I pouted, my displeasure evident: "You didn't tell me, you treat me like an outsider! You always leave me out, worrying and stressing alone. I'm so upset! If you keep doing this, I'm going to make a scene!"

"Make some noise, make some noise..." He suddenly reached out and grabbed the back of my neck, leaning down to give me a kiss on the corner of my lips.

I stared at him, his eyes so close, brimming with a touch of tenderness.

“ ...I really like watching you act up. You look willful and spoiled, but you've never been unreasonable with me. I like you, I really like you...”

My little princess.

Whispers of love, sinking into the bone.

He silently and patiently conveyed his love to every part of her being.

I can't stand his kind of tenderness. I reach out and hug him tightly, saying in a sullen voice: "Don't think you can get rid of me with just a few words. I won't listen, I won't leave, I'll just stand here waiting for you to deal with this snake, this black mist, these spirits—"

"Good girl," he shook his head. "You're going to be a distraction."

I…

"I won't." I puffed out my cheeks, struggling with the last vestiges of willpower against his gentleness.

"Listen," his deep, clear voice flowed into my eardrum, his lips brushing the edge of my earlobe, gently kissing my hair.

"Those people behind me still need someone to take charge. Otherwise, while I'm dealing with the Dragon King and those old monsters up front, chaos erupts in the rear, just adding to my pressure...I can't rely on the elders for this." Mu Wanchen shook his head.

Well... that makes a bit of sense, I can go with that.

A king once said, "Kings guard the country's gates, emperors die for their ancestral temple… I cannot enter the mountains. Entering the mountains means danger is everywhere, it will terrify them."

"But your people won't listen to me, what can I do"

He paused for a moment, then smiled faintly at me and said: "Go ahead and make a fuss. I'll allow whatever you decide to do. I'll take responsibility for any consequences."

Okay, well, since you put it that way...

"Go on." He patted my lower back.

This action is private and intimate, carrying warmth and a certain ambiguity of tenderness.

I nodded, tiptoed up and kissed his lips.

"Then be careful, I'm going into the mountains now...Don't worry about food and shelter, I'll figure something out later." I climbed onto Fu Zhu's back while reminding Mu Wanchen.

He smiled and nodded.

The moment I turned, he too turned.

Such close proximity yet I felt a sense of unease. Hu Zhu carried me off from Qiu's back, and I kept looking back. Mu Wanchen's figure stood aloof and serene.

I don't have much feeling for these wandering spirits. I think that since they're already dead, remaining in the world goes against the natural order. Besides, they are nameless on the death register and cannot return to the cycle of life normally.

Perhaps disappearing is a good solution.

As for the remaining residents here, I wonder if Master could think of a way to allow them to reincarnate normally.

My mind was racing, thinking about all of this as he continued to carry me over the stream and deeper into the maze.

"Here she comes, it's the Princess, catch her..." A soldier stood high up and saw me through the mist.

I looked up, and he was waving at me, not noticing at all that someone had climbed up behind him—the zombie's child. He quickly scaled the tower silently.

Bearing a blade in their mouth, they resemble ghosts.

"Hey! Watch out behind you!" eyes narrowed slightly, serene yet ethereal.It's like I see things others can't, and hear words others can't.The character "witch" contains too much mystery, unspeakable yet once influencing the worl...