Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 883 - 430: Is She You Tan?_2

Chapter 883: Chapter 430: Is She You Tan?_2

However, on the other side of the bone was a golden dagger.

In the dim light of the room, the dagger glistened with a faint cold gleam.

Jiang Yi gently pressed a hidden switch at the top of the bone, and the dagger retracted.

She walked to the bed, removed her dirty, wet stockings, and wiped off the stains on her body. Throughout the process, she kept an eye on the man’s movements.

Meanwhile, Jiang Shouzhong always kept his back to her.

After changing clothes, Jiang Yi picked up the bone with the hidden dagger again. Staring at a small line of words she had cleaned up on the bone, her expression became tangled.

She looked up, intending to say something to Jiang Shouzhong, but subconsciously touched the marks on her neck, a flicker of hesitation in her eyes.

After hesitating for a moment, she eventually hid the bone dagger away.

About an hour later, the storm stopped.

And the moon in the sky changed, becoming a waning crescent.

Jiang Shouzhong turned to look at the woman and asked, "Can you walk?"

Jiang Yi sat on the bed, her head lowered in some unknown contemplation, her flowing hair on her forehead covering her eyebrows and half of her face, obscuring her expression.

"Hey..."

Jiang Shouzhong called again.

The woman finally responded, lifting her delicate face.

Her eyes still held a trace of confusion, as if just jolted awake from a mysterious dream, looking at Jiang Shouzhong with a somewhat vacant gaze: "What is it?"

Jiang Shouzhong helplessly said, "We can leave now. Do you want me to continue carrying you?"

Jiang Yi glanced outside the door, stood up, and said in a flat tone, "No need."

Jiang Shouzhong nodded, his gaze inadvertently sweeping over the clothes the woman had changed out of and, hesitating for a moment, he asked, "Those clothes..."

"Leave them, throw them away."

Jiang Yi walked out of the room first.

Jiang Shouzhong found this woman very strange, yet he couldn’t pinpoint why, but he didn’t think too much of it and left the room.

Because it was a waxing crescent moon this time, they continued forward facing the moon.

Along the way, both of them remained silent.

Used to Jiang Yi’s playful antics before, Jiang Shouzhong felt somewhat unaccustomed.

And after leaving the room, the little dog returned to its sleepy state, its head drooping listlessly.

But this time, it was nestled in Jiang Yi’s arms.

The little fellow occasionally nuzzled against the woman’s chest, and if Jiang Shouzhong didn’t know it was female, he would have thought it was trying to take advantage.

After several unsuccessful attempts to engage the woman in conversation, Jiang Shouzhong began to focus on thinking about the current situation.

Without a doubt, this place was greatly related to those mysterious and strange locations he had visited before, full of eeriness, illusions, perils, and the unknown.

But the question is, why do such bizarre and beyond-reason places exist?

This world has demons.

If there are demons, there should be Immortals, that’s a given.

But the fact is, there are no so-called Immortals at all.

Nor is there an Immortal Realm.

The Ascension countless cultivators once pursued is evidently just a scam in the end.

Yet, even so, numerous people still yearn for it, tirelessly seeking the path to Ascension.

Including today’s Li Guanshi, Zhao Wuxiu, these top experts.

Is it because they are foolish?

Or, do they purely care about the term "Immortality."

Jiang Shouzhong doesn’t claim to understand people like Li Guanshi very well, but he feels she shouldn’t be an ignorant cultivator, rather an extremely intelligent woman.

The more one understands Ascension, the clearer the falsehoods in it should be.

Yet Li Guanshi still insists on Ascension, what is she after?

Moreover, he can clearly sense that Li Guanshi is not someone who cares about Immortality.

"Do you think... does this world really have Immortals?"

Jiang Shouzhong asked softly.

Jiang Yi was startled, looking at the man’s bewildered expression, her crimson lips slightly parted:

"It depends on how you define it. If longevity is the criterion, then those in Taoyuan Holy Land are Immortals. If it’s about calling the wind and rain, moving mountains and filling seas, then there are no Immortals in this world."

The woman’s answer stirred Jiang Shouzhong’s heart, causing him to fall into contemplation.

He had also gone through many documents about Ascension before, whether official records or folk chronicles and rumors, the description of Immortals seemed to have a vague boundary.

And this boundary, lies in the previous dynasty, namely the Daxiang Dynasty.

In the early Daxiang Dynasty, although the records of Immortals were mostly imagined, they aligned with the term "Immortal," such as turning stones into gold, summoning wind and rain, incense worship, and so on.

By the later Daxiang Dynasty, the records of Immortals focused more on the two words "Immortality."

Those great magical abilities were no longer described.

It seemed as if the Immortals’ powers were suddenly stripped away, leaving only longevity.

It was precisely at this time that Ascension began to be difficult.

Until today’s Dazhou Dynasty, except for the Taoist Ancestor of Zhenxuan Mountain, no one else has succeeded in Ascension.

Evidently, something happened in between.

Recalling Fang’s narration of the rumors about Demon Sea Mountain, and the mysterious cloaked figure’s tale in Ghost City, Jiang Shouzhong extracted a crucial piece of information—the Red Rain.

The appearance of the Red Rain seems to have changed everything.

Just as Jiang Shouzhong was pondering, the voice of Jiang Yi sounded beside him: "We... seem to have returned again."

Jiang Shouzhong was taken aback, and looked up.

The man was astonished to see a village appearing not far away.

This village looked exactly like the one they had stayed in before, identical houses, identical wordless stele.

"Could we be trapped in an Illusion?"

Jiang Yi looked suspicious.

At this moment, Jiang Shouzhong suddenly saw a figure dart out from a house, running towards the distance.

The figure’s steps were hurried, and his posture seemed rather panicked.

Jiang Shouzhong didn’t have time to think more, quickly using his body technique to chase after the figure.

Meanwhile, the moon in the sky began to change, gradually approaching a round shape.

As Jiang Shouzhong sped toward the village with great speed, that figure had vanished without a trace, as if evaporated into thin air.

Jiang Shouzhong scanned the surroundings sharply.

Soon, he spotted a trail of blood on the ground, winding and leading to a nearby house.

The house was the one he and Jiang Yi had stayed in.

Jiang Shouzhong entered the house but didn’t see the woman’s discarded old clothes on the bed.

The red box in the corner remained.

The box was open, revealing a visible pool of blood inside.

The blood hadn’t dried, showing a striking scarlet color.

Next to the box, there were also traces of fresh, sticky blood, which seemed to be left recently, with a faint metallic scent lingering in the air.

On the lid of the box, however, a line of words was written—Do not trust the woman beside you, she is You Tan!

Jiang Shouzhong was stunned.

Because this handwriting was identical to his own!

As if he had written it himself.

Jiang Shouzhong caught a glimpse of something in his peripheral vision, turned his head to see it was a bone-handled golden bladed dagger.

The dagger was stained with blood.

Jiang Shouzhong picked up the dagger, holding it before his eyes to observe carefully.

Suddenly, stabbing pain struck his brain, as countless blurred images flashed by like slides.

Tap.

The sound of footsteps abruptly rang out behind him.

Jiang Shouzhong spun around, instinctively raising his hand.

But upon seeing it was Jiang Yi, he quickly lowered his arm.

Jiang Yi was similarly startled by Jiang Shouzhong’s sudden move, stepping back two paces. Her right hand instinctively hid behind her back, as though concealing something.

Seeing the man did not strangle her as he did last time, Jiang Yi’s tense nerves relaxed a bit. She steadied her mind and asked: "Did you discover anything?"

Jiang Shouzhong was about to respond but was shocked to find the bloodstains on the ground and the writing in the box had all disappeared, including the bone dagger which vanished into thin air.

He was frozen in place.

Then he looked toward the bed and found Jiang Yi’s discarded clothes from before lying there.

Illusion?

Jiang Shouzhong frowned tightly.

While Jiang Yi looked at Jiang Shouzhong with a complex expression, the hand behind her back gripped the bone dagger tightly, turning slightly pale from the force, trembled uncontrollably.