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Chapter 344
"How can I stay calm when someone has harmed my loved one right under my nose? How can I be calm?!"
Watching Han Xibei, who was usually steady and composed, now shouting hysterically like a madman.
"Wizard, can you find out who put the curse on her?"
Xi Luo grabbed the Wizard's sleeve, his golden eyes now bloodshot.
"It's hidden too deep. I can't detect it."
"How is that possible? If even you can't find the curse, then who can?"
Xi Luo asked in disbelief.
"Gu Shan. He's a malevolent spirit. He can find it."
The Wizard pointed at Gu Shan, who was now enveloped in a dark aura, and spoke calmly.
"Gu Shan?"
Hearing the Wizard's words, everyone turned their curious gazes towards Gu Shan.
"That's right. Gu Shan is a malevolent spirit, and the rich fortune surrounding Priestess Mingzhu is something that malevolent spirits yearn for all their lives. He will be drawn to Priestess Mingzhu's light like a moth to a flame.
Similarly, through prolonged contact, he can discover the curse placed on Priestess Mingzhu.
Because all curses carry resentment. Gu Shan feeds on resentment, so he can easily find the source of the curse."
"If I touch Zaozao, I'll hurt her."
"Gu Shan, Priestess Mingzhu is already near death. She won't care about the little harm you might cause her by touching her now.
If we can't find the source of the curse on her soon, I'm afraid she won't live another three months."
Listening to the Wizard's words, Gu Shan looked at Lin Zaozao lying on the couch. A grown young woman, now so thin her bones showed through her skin.
He remembered when he first saw her, she was such a lively and lovely girl.
As the chosen one of this world, she was the embodiment of light. He was a malevolent spirit who could only survive by feeding on resentment, a monster living in darkness.
Yet this unworthy being that he was, had been led step by step out of that dark dungeon by the girl before him.
He thought, he believed that even if he couldn't truly be with her, he could at least protect her for life.
But he had failed.
Even though he had been constantly guarding his little girl, he still couldn't protect her, allowing someone to harm her right under his nose.
With bloodshot eyes, Gu Shan walked heavily past everyone to Lin Zaozao's bedside.
He reached out his trembling hand, slowly moving it towards the little face he had been longing for day and night.
When his hand touched the ice-cold face, Gu Shan's eyes turned completely blood-red.
To everyone's surprise, Gu Shan directly picked up Lin Zaozao lying on the couch and disappeared before their eyes.
"Gu Shan, where are you taking Zaozao?"
"Gu Shan..."
"..."
"Don't chase after them. Gu Shan might harm others, but he would never harm Zhuzhu."
Han Ye stopped everyone from pursuing, watching Gu Shan's retreating figure, his eyes filled with a bloodthirsty light.
He, Han Ye, had never been a gentle person.
Because his gentleness was reserved only for the one he loved.
Now that his loved one was barely clinging to life, it was time to unleash his methods, no need to hold back anymore.
"Ye Yi! Ye Nuo! Ye Xi!"
"Lord Han Ye!"
Ye Yi, Ye Nuo, and Ye Xi answered in unison.
"I want Ye Hui's life. Do any of you object?"
"No."
Ye Xi stepped forward and spoke coldly to Han Ye.
"Lord Han Ye, Ye Hui is not my sister. My sister's name is Ye Yu. She fell into the water at her birthday banquet, and after she was rescued, her personality changed drastically.
When Ye Yu woke up, she had none of her previous grace and respect for elders. She said her name wasn't Ye Yu, but Ye Hui.
So when I brought Yi and Nuo to see her, we discovered that my sister Ye Yu had been possessed by a soul from another world."
"Possessed? You mean a soul inhabiting a corpse?"
"No, my sister Ye Yu didn't die. Her soul was just suppressed by that soul from another world.
For my sister's sake, we had to pretend not to know. Lord Han Ye, I've tried to persuade that otherworldly soul several times, hoping she would leave my sister's body.
Unfortunately, she wouldn't listen.
She told me she wanted to stay here, steal the fortune of this world's chosen one, and become immortal..."
At this point, Ye Xi suddenly raised his head and looked at Han Ye, who was now filled with murderous intent.
"Han Xibei! Murong Hai! Dashan!"
"Here!"
"Here!"
"Here!"
"Capture that damned Ye Hui for me, and pry open her mouth bit by bit, make her spill out everything."
"Understood!"
"Yes, sir!"
"As you command!"
Han Xibei, Murong Hai, and Dashan responded in turn.
Watching the three of them leave, Ye Nuo, who had been silent until now, spoke up.
"Lord Han Ye, that little princess Qian Xue from Fengshuo Country, her body has also been possessed by a soul from another world.
Recently, Princess Qian Xue has been spending a lot of time with Ye Hui. I think we might be able to get some information we want from her."
This time, without waiting for Han Ye's order, Ji Fantian and Chun Jun turned and walked out of the sacrificial hall with Ruo Qiu.
They were determined to get the information they wanted from the mouths of those two otherworldly souls.
On the Moonlight Tree, Gu Shan held Lin Zaozao's body tightly. Since he had met Zaozao, this was the first time he had been in such close contact with the girl. Gu Shan reached out his hand, carefully tracing Lin Zaozao's eyebrows and eyes. In his eyes, apart from the deep, unbreakable love, there was even more intense hatred.
He stroked Lin Zaozao's silver hair, his bloodshot eyes full of heartache.
How much pain must she have endured to have her jet-black hair turn silver overnight?
"Gu Shan!"
Lin Zaozao, who had just woken up, opened her eyes and her gaze met directly with Gu Shan's blood-red eyes.
"Zaozao, you're awake. Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"
As he spoke to Lin Zaozao, Gu Shan's eyes instantly changed from blood-red to black.
"Gu Shan, you're finally willing to hold me."
Lin Zaozao stretched the corners of her mouth, trying hard to put a smile on her face.
"Yes, Zaozao, I'm holding you. I'm finally holding you."
Gu Shan pulled Lin Zaozao's body closer to his embrace, his eyes filled with inconsolable sorrow.