Xiao Fan is haunted by evil spirits

“Do you believe in fate?” Xiao Fan suddenly asked.

Jiang Lanzhi stared at him, her beautiful eyes holding a hint of solemnity.

Xiao Fan didn't look at her, only spoke to himself, “I originally didn't believe in fate.”

“Until, the moment I saw you again.” Xiao Fan lowered his head, smiling as he looked at her, it was a gaze filled with doting affection and love.

Jiang Lanzhi could clearly sense his love.

“Perhaps you don't remember, when you were seven, you and your Family elders came to my house, and I, just because I looked at you one more time in the crowd, could never forget your face from then on.”

Jiang Lanzhi's cheeks felt a little hot after he said that.

It seemed that, at that time, someone had indeed looked at her like that, and she also knew from the adults that the person was the Xiao Family Head's son.

In fact, she saw a maturity in his eyes that didn't match his age, a literary and intellectual temperament.

Coupled with his status as a Young Master, and the few days they spent together, she also developed a special fondness for Xiao Fan when he was that little boy.

“This love can be cherished as a memory, but at that time, it was already a blur.”

Xiao Fan continued, “Yes, although there was some ignorance, and even absurdity, love at first sight truly exists.”

He used an almost plain, straightforward tone to tell Jiang Lanzhi his emotional journey.

It was unremarkable, without any flowery language.

To Jiang Lanzhi, however, it was the most heartfelt confession.

Something was wrong. The first half was so good, there must be a twist in the second half. Jiang Lanzhi's heart was in her throat.

“From then on, I told my mother that I must marry that girl.” As he spoke, he dotingly caressed Jiang Lanzhi's jade-like face, completely engrossed.

“My mother even scolded me, saying, ‘You little rascal, how old are you to be thinking about such things?’ ”

“Although she said that, she still busied herself helping me get closer to you. You've seen it, my mother's attitude and dedication towards you are unlike what she shows to ordinary people.”

Jiang Lanzhi somewhat understood. Given the Jiang Family's decline, they could no longer compare to the Xiao Family.

Among large Families, interests are paramount, and so-called marriages are merely bridges for the transfer of benefits.

The larger the power, the more obvious this relationship of interests becomes. At most, after an engagement, everyone goes their own way.

Few people would lower their status to marry into a declining aristocratic Family; this was not a strong alliance, but a form of relief.

“No wonder, no wonder Auntie was so good to me. It turns out it was all because of you.”

Jiang Lanzhi shed tears as her emotions ran deep. She smiled through her tears, feeling Xiao Fan's tenderness, a care and love she had never experienced before, melting her desolate and cold heart.

So, you've always been helping me.

Thinking of this, she hugged Xiao Fan even tighter, afraid he would slip away from her grasp.

Feeling Jiang Lanzhi's emotions, Xiao Fan knew it was time.

“But some things, everything is fate, not a single bit is up to us.” He sighed slightly, his reluctance growing.

Jiang Lanzhi nervously and timidly asked,

“Did something happen?”

Xiao Fan smiled, “Don't be nervous, just let me bear all of this.”

Hearing him say that, Jiang Lanzhi became even more nervous.

You absolutely cannot be in trouble!

Xiao Fan took out a scripture: “Scarlet Beauty Heart Snatching.”

When Jiang Lanzhi saw this scripture, her heart felt a piercing pain, and sealed memories surged forth—it was this Cultivation Technique.

Before her heart was dug out, she had been cultivating this method.

“When I was eight, this book fell from the sky. I didn't pay much attention to it, just casually flipped through it a couple of times, and my whole being became immersed in it.”

“In the book, I saw my future. I would personally use a knife to harm you. This is something I cannot tolerate.”

“But no matter how I threw it away, it would always reappear before my eyes. Chopping it with a knife, slashing it with a sword, burning it with fire—I tried everything I could, but I couldn't destroy it. It was like a stubborn plaster, impossible to shake off.”

Jiang Lanzhi vaguely sensed that Xiao Fan had changed; he was stating facts, finding release.

“So I simply kept it and stopped paying attention to it.”

“Until, in the Demonic Den, my heart was pierced by the Heavenly Demon's sharp claws. This scripture emitted a dark light, illuminating me and reshaping my body. I knew I couldn't escape.”

“This book has been tempting me, telling me to dig out your heart and cultivate Demonic Technique, but I can't. I know I'm already beyond saving.”

After speaking, he released Jiang Lanzhi from his embrace.

Suppressing his divinity and releasing his demonic nature, the Divine-Demonic Body began to reveal its demonic power.

A dark, ominous light enveloped Xiao Fan's entire body, making him appear so evil and cold.

His gaze was fierce, yet mixed with tenderness and killing intent, extremely contradictory, as if two people resided within his body.

Jiang Lanzhi stood dumbfounded, her eyes vacant.

She seemed to understand everything.

Xiao Fan accompanied her into the Demonic Den, risking danger, which allowed the demonic thought within this scripture to seize an opportunity.

His consciousness was devoured, and in the end, he laid hands on her.

Perhaps at that moment, the one who felt the most pain and regret was him, wasn't it?

Thinking of this, Jiang Lanzhi was choked with emotion, large tears streaming down. Regret, guilt, sorrow, and even more, her heart felt like it was being twisted by a knife.

It turns out, you were the one who had been enduring immense pressure all along.

And I, I resented you, resented you for a hundred thousand years, I...

Jiang Lanzhi dared not think further. The thought of Xiao Fan's lonely, painful, struggling days made her feel suffocated by agony. What kind of darkness and solitude did he endure?

Meanwhile, Xiao Fan across from her would sometimes return to normal, and sometimes be entangled in Devilish Qi, his face half-painful, half-evil and sinister.

Xiao Fan was seen clutching his head, his face full of pain, his expression changing. He was fighting for control of his body, wanting to regain his consciousness and prevent himself from striking a fatal blow.

The intermittent killing intent was the best proof.

Looking at Xiao Fan, who was struggling internally, Jiang Lanzhi's heart ached. She wanted to hug him, to let him feel some warmth, and together suppress this demonic nature.

But in his struggle against the demonic nature, Xiao Fan pushed her away, “Jiang Lan Zhi, you, remember, if I ever change my mind in the future, it means that person is not me. Don't hold back.”

Saying this, he painstakingly drew out a sharp sword and handed it to her.

Xiao Fan instantly demonized. A dark shadow emerged from the top of his head, and a cold voice came out: “Are you crazy? If you kill me, you will die too!”

The Devilish Qi was instantly suppressed again, and Xiao Fan said coldly: “Even if I die, you won't harm Jiang Lan Zhi in the slightest.”

“Madman, is it worth it for a woman? Obey me, and I will grant you supreme glory, as many women as you desire.”

“She is unique, irreplaceable. You dare not harm her.”

“Ah!!!”

Two different voices clashed like that. After a moment, Xiao Fan returned to normal, though he was already drenched in sweat and gasping for breath.

“I've made a fool of myself,” he said softly.

Upon learning the truth, Jiang Lanzhi instantly burst into tears.

She choked out, “You, you can't leave me. You haven't married me yet. You can't die.”

“Oh, right, weren't you going to break off the engagement? No problem, I allow you to break off the engagement. Just stay alive for me, okay? I beg you.”

She almost sobbed out these words, just stay alive, please stay alive!

At this moment, Xiao Fan's face was haggard and pale, and a faint Devilish Qi emanated from his body.

Although he had suppressed it, he probably wouldn't last much longer.

Xiao Fan spoke softly, his voice catching.

“Don't cry, okay? Your face won't look good if it's tear-streaked.” He weakly leaned into Jiang Lanzhi's embrace, wanting to raise his hand to wipe away the tears from her eyes, but found he couldn't even lift his hand.

Even the sword he held clattered heavily to the ground.

Jiang Lanzhi clasped his hand, placing it on her face. Xiao Fan laboriously moved his thumb, wiping away her tears, and a relieved smile appeared on his face.

Jiang Lanzhi's heart was deeply touched. He had never changed; it was she who had misunderstood him for a hundred thousand years. If he knew this, how heartbroken would he be?

Thinking of this, she held his hands even tighter, afraid that if she let go, she would never be able to hold them again.

Xiao Fan chuckled lightly, “If I am no longer the person I once was, can you help me preserve the last shred of dignity?”

He pointed to the sword on the ground, a sad smile on his face, uttering the most heartbreaking words in the most powerless voice:

“If I can't spend my life with you, can you see me off? That way, we will at least have had a connection in this life.”

Jiang Lanzhi was already speechless. She hugged Xiao Fan tightly, afraid that if she let go, they would be separated forever.

“What, you won't even agree to this?” Xiao Fan said, his voice barely a whisper, more like a plea.

Jiang Lanzhi sobbed, “No, you won't be in trouble. I can definitely cure you.”

After a long silence, Xiao Fan didn't get the answer he wanted. In the end, he just managed a smile and said,

“I'm a little tired, I want to rest for a while.”

Jiang Lanzhi said softly, “Okay, rest well. We will definitely find a way, definitely.”

Xiao Fan lay on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

Looking at the haggard Xiao Fan and the increasingly dense Devilish Qi on his body, Jiang Lanzhi also made up her mind: even if I lose everything, I will save you.

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