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I stared at the empty, intricately carved window in front of me, pure white light filtering through the sheer curtains. I raised my eyes and squinted slightly; it was a bit blinding. I shielded my eyes with my hand and settled into the chair, gripping the armrest.
My left hand rested on my belly. The growth rate of the Demon Fetus was incredibly fast. Last time, it had only taken a few days to reach the brink of birth, and now, after just one night, it felt as if it were already three or four months along. I had no idea when it would arrive, and even though I had been preparing myself, I never expected it to happen so quickly.
“Mom, don’t worry. It’s because the Blood Flame Sword entered that the baby has undergone some changes and is growing larger. As long as you stay away from the Underworld Palace, everything will be much safer.”
“Underworld Palace?” I murmured those three words. “Is there something inside?”
“I don’t know. But when you went there last time, the baby sensed a very strong negative energy and felt uncomfortable, so please don’t go there.”
“Okay.”
I tilted my head and asked again, “Did the baby sense that the mysterious person is the King of Hell?”
“Who is the mysterious person?”
It dawned on me that the baby had no memory of that time. I smiled gently and patted my belly lightly. “You should rest for now; it’s very dangerous here. Don’t appear without my permission. Mom will protect herself.”
“Okay.”
I shifted my position and began to talk to myself.
“The Blood Flame Sword was taken by the mysterious person and then appeared in the Underworld Palace; it must have been the King of Hell who did this. I can’t believe he is indeed that mysterious person! How infuriating! I almost fell into his trap back then.”
My brows furrowed tighter as I struggled to understand what the King of Hell was really thinking and why he kept forcing us like this over and over again.
"Isn't it better to act openly and honestly? He is the King of the Underworld, not a petty person, always scheming against others without any grace."
"The only one bold enough to openly accuse me like this must be you."
The voice of the King of the Underworld suddenly echoed from outside the door, startling me into a shiver. I quickly covered my stomach with my wide sleeves and straightened my back. Before long, the door swung open.
The King of the Underworld entered, dressed in a crescent-moon embroidered robe that cinched at the waist, wearing a golden crown. He walked in with an elegant demeanor, and the door behind him closed silently. Just as it shut, I caught a glimpse of a dark silhouette outside.
His black hair was tousled by the wind, yet he stood still, quietly observing with a perfect profile. Before I could take a closer look, he was cut off from view by the closing door.
"Qin Ling?"
I stood up from my chair, wanting to step forward for a better look, but I was abruptly pulled back to the side of the King of the Underworld. He looked down at me with a slight smile. "Are you sure that's Qin Ling?"
Black hair.
I hesitated. If Qin Ling's hair had turned completely black, then Molin would no longer exist!
But Molin had been missing for so long; his hair could have grown out. Moreover, I had only seen a strand of hair on his forehead and couldn't determine if it was long or short.
So I remained silent.
The King of the Underworld lifted my right hand, his tone softening. "I heard you were injured last night? Let me see."
I wanted to refuse, but he had already unwrapped the bandage, revealing the wound on my body that had been injured by sword energy. It was still bleeding, though not as much as before.
The King of the Underworld narrowed his eyes. Suddenly, I felt an intensifying chill, and before he could speak, I sensed moisture at the site of my injury.
"What do you want to do?"
I stared at him in shock as he lowered his head to lick my wound, gasping in fear. It felt as if all the energy in my body was gathering in my right arm, flowing into that wound and then being drawn out.
My body grew weaker, and I placed a hand on my stomach, feeling it thumping violently. It was as if my internal organs were being compressed together, making me feel extremely uncomfortable.
"Let me go."
"Your blood is truly delicious."
The King of the Underworld finally relented. Red blood clung to the corner of his mouth, and he extended his tongue to lick it away. His pitch-black eyes narrowed, and the scar on his left brow suddenly glowed with a strange red light, turning his left eye blood-red.
This King of the Underworld looked just like he did that day under the refracted light; it wasn't merely a reflection of light. The aura emanating from him was not only the previous chill but also another unusual presence within.
When I was in the human realm, I wasn't very sensitive to these feelings, so I couldn't quite recall what the aura of the mysterious person I encountered was like. But one thing I could be sure of was that the King of the Underworld I met in North City was definitely not like this.
Especially those unusual eyes; they were not something an ordinary person would possess.
"Who exactly are you?" I asked in terror, stepping back with each word, my heart racing. "You are not Jun Rui."
He didn't move, looking at me with amusement. "Be specific."
"You resemble him closely, and your aura is the same, but I have a feeling that you are not just him, or perhaps there is another person hidden within you."
I admitted these speculative thoughts, and the King of the Underworld wore an expression of indifference. In his slightly narrowed eyes, there was an emotion I couldn't understand, but it was certainly not friendly.
"Anxin, I didn't expect that after the Demon Fetus awakened again, your alertness regarding these matters has increased significantly."
I snorted coldly, "Is that supposed to be a compliment?"
"Don't you want it?" His eyes sparkled as he walked over to the table and sat down. He seemed a bit thirsty, his voice deepening as he called for tea. "Last night was quite spectacular!"
I stared at him in silence for a long time; it was clear he had seen everything from last night.
The King of the Underworld toyed with a colorful ring on his left thumb. It was smooth and shiny, clearly a fine piece, but it was the first time I had seen him wear it.
The ring spun on his thumb, and I faintly heard a familiar sound coming from it—something like a plea for help, but it was too unclear. I thought he was just trying to mess with me again, so I paid it no mind.
"The Blood Flame Sword is something hard to come by. If it returns to your body, I would be at a disadvantage." After the tea was served, he took a light sip, clearing his throat. Though he claimed to be at a loss, he didn't seem to feel that way at all. "It's like suddenly losing something you worked hard to obtain; you should understand that feeling."
"So that's how you really feel?"
I looked at him with disdain, not expecting him to chuckle softly. "Anxin, you've always surprised me; you're quite different from who you were back then!"
"You knew me back then?"
"I did, but I'm not telling you." The King of the Underworld smiled mischievously. "Well, the Blood Flame Sword is ultimately yours. If it weren't for Jun Chong and Rong Zhi deliberately letting me win back then, I wouldn't have gotten it so easily. At that time, I thought I had found a treasure; little did I know I was being played by that younger brother."
"Hmph." I scoffed, automatically ignoring Jun Chong's actions back then. "You wanted the Blood Flame Sword because you were afraid it might kill you one day! Keeping it close is certainly safer."
His eyes sparkled with mischief, radiating a beautiful glass-like sheen—red and black intertwined, reflecting different hues.
"Hey, you're underestimating me."
He waved his hand as if he had more to say but suddenly fixed his gaze on my stomach and narrowed his eyes.
I suddenly realized and stepped back quickly, but I still couldn't escape. The King of the Underworld pressed one hand against my stomach, and I felt an urge to jump up, but it was impossible.
"I can't believe I didn't notice that you've already started to grow! Anxin, you probably don't know this, but besides drinking the heart's blood of the King of the Underworld, there is actually another way to ensure that the Demon Fetus can be born without the Lord of the Ghost Fetus dying."
"What method?"
"That would be to perform a cesarean section just before the child is about to be born. This way, you can ensure your survival."
Indeed, such a suggestion tempted me because it seemed like the simplest and most effective method. However, Jun Chong must have thought of this; the reason he hadn't done it was surely because giving birth this way would pose a danger to the child.
"I don't believe you." I glared at him, rebutting each word, "The child will definitely be in danger. I won't fall for it."
"You really are getting harder to deceive; it's no fun." He immediately lost interest and waved his hand dismissively. "Alright, I have other matters to attend to. For now, this is where we end. The Maid who served you yesterday has died, so I've chosen another for you—one that you will definitely like."
"I don't need one."
With a flick of his sleeve, he was already at the door. As it opened, his tall figure blocked the sunlight streaming in. "If you miss out, you'll surely regret it!"
I frowned, feeling quite annoyed by his words. "You always use this trick; this time I won't fall for it."
"Hey, suit yourself."
He swept away, followed by several reapers waiting by the door. One of them wore a black robe with hair that reached only to his neck, pressed flat against his pale neck, creating a striking contrast between black and white.
Without thinking much, I chased after him and called out loudly, "Mo, Qin Ling?"
I felt a bit hesitant myself; from behind, Molin and Qin Ling looked completely identical. The only difference was their aura and hair. Right now, I couldn't sense that ruthless aura from him, so I could only distinguish them by their hair.
Qin Ling had long hair, while Molin's hair was short.
The man in front of me was dressed as the Grim Reaper. Qin Ling was the Red-Clad Reaper, and their ranks were different, which was why I referred to him that way. I truly couldn't tell them apart, and my confidence wavered.
To my surprise, he stopped in his tracks. The other Reapers continued forward, but he slowly turned around. His face was strikingly pale, with deep black pupils. His hair was tousled by the wind, and a dark mark extended from his chin downwards, resembling a malignant growth that spread across half of his neck.
I froze in shock, feeling a strange sensation wash over me—one that mirrored the first time I met Qin Ling. Adding to my confusion was the fact that his hair had turned completely black. Could he be Qin Ling?
Suddenly, something shattered within me. If he was Qin Ling, did that mean Molin was already... dead? Had he been completely consumed by Qin Ling? Was that why he had returned? Was that why Lianchi spoke to me the way he did yesterday?
Tears streamed down my face in an instant, and my heart ached. After all my efforts, I felt like I had been played for a fool.
In that moment, I realized we could never escape the grasp of the King of Hell; he was a demon who would devour anyone who dared to resist him.
"You got it wrong. I am Molin, not Qin Ling."
He looked at me calmly for a moment before suddenly saying this.
Shock hit me again like a wave. My mouth fell open as my brain seemed to stop functioning. I stammered, "What did you say?"
"I am Molin."
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