As You Su's words fell, Huo Yuandi, whose figure could no longer be seen, suddenly felt his neck being tightly strangled, leaving him unable to utter half a word, only able to whimper as he struggled.
What swept over him entirely was the emotion called despair. Why did fate have to play such tricks on him? Time and again, when he thought he could rise from the dead, his hopes would be dashed, and he would fall into a deeper abyss.
In the final moment before life slipped away, he stared wide-eyed in disbelief, one of his eyes having already fallen out.
Until his death, he couldn't understand why the hand choking him refused to let go...
Could it be his own right hand?
At this moment, You Su's mind flickered, and in the image formed by the golden silkworms, Huo Yuandi's portrait in the familiars column gradually faded away, replaced by the equally remarkable faces of Ji Xueruo and Ji Lingruo in a state of mutual reflection.
