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"Is he still… raping that woman? Doesn't he ever get bored?"
Yanyan's voice echoed lazily down the stone passage. She was yawning, her steps unhurried as she strolled deeper into the damp cave. She'd been running errands for Wang Xiao outside, one of the tasks he'd given her was done, and she came to report.
She was used to it by now. Her father using Yang Yuhuan's body whenever he felt like it. A million years was more than enough time to grow numb to the sounds echoing from this cave.
But today was different.
The smell hit her first, bloody, metallic, and damp. She blinked, slowing her steps, her eyes adjusting to the light glow of the cavern. The familiar blue flame still burned at the center, its light spilling cold across the stone. But next to it, a pale silhouette flickered, white light, in the shape of a woman.
Yang Yuhuan's soul.
Wait... Soul?
Yanyan's breath caught, her gaze shifted to the ground, and her blood ran colder.
