Second Master, Madam, she is planning to kill someone again!

Chapter 275 Gaining Resentment

Su Qiao suppressed the dull pain in her heart, and chills spread throughout her body.

She exhaled slowly.

The resentment of the thousand-year-old ghost Fusang is not a heart, but his true love - Jinghua.

It's not that the resentful ghost has a resentment, but that it has loyally guarded its hopeless lover for thousands of years...

Su Qiao stood up slowly. The world around him collapsed, and everything faded, replaced by another scene.

It was a scene of thousands of years ago, when the Wind Tribe was massacred, with corpses strewn across the fields, and rivers of blood...

And Jinghua was standing in front of Su Qiao, covered in the blood of her relatives, lovers, and friends... She was holding a daisy flower in her hand, which was the only color in this gray and barren world... …

"I know that you have hatred and resentment...but what you hate the most is yourself." Su Qiao spoke slowly, looking at Jinghua with unbearable and distressed eyes in front of her, who had been dead for thousands of years and had been tortured by herself for thousands of years.

She slowly clenched the copper coin sword in her hand.

"Jinghua, the world a thousand years ago no longer exists. If you can't let yourself go, then Fusang won't be able to be freed either..."

Hearing Fusang's name, Jinghua's dull face finally became emotional, her vertical pupils slowly became focused, and her eyes fell on Su Qiao's face.

"What did you say? Fuso... where is he?" She murmured, "I have been... waiting for him here..."

"..." Su Qiao choked for a moment. She suddenly realized something. Over the past thousand years, Jinghua has become Fusang's heart, but... how can the heart... see people?

She and Fusang have been together for thousands of years, but they have not been able to see each other for thousands of years...

It's so hard.

Su Qiao closed her eyes and sighed softly.

"Jinghua, Fusang has been with you for these thousands of years. He has become a resentful ghost for thousands of years, protecting you and this land. Everyone who steps into this land is devoured by him as an enemy..." Su Qiao told Jinghua, "He has committed too many murders...for you."

Tears of blood fell from Jinghua's eyes.

"Because I...it's all my fault..."

He died in her hands during his lifetime, and after his death, he also bore her sins and was unable to live in peace...

Su Qiao didn't know how to comfort him for a moment.

She pursed her lips and could only say truthfully: "I came here this time to take the heart and destroy the ghost, and Fuso will inevitably be wiped out. But before that, I can let you meet, and I will take you out of Fuso's body." Come out... Jinghua, are you willing?"

Jinghua gently opened the corner of her mouth and looked down at the little daisy in her hand, her expression filled with tenderness and overwhelming sadness.

"Okay." She murmured softly, "It's time for my Fusang to be freed... I'm very happy to see my Fusang again for the last time."

Hearing this, Su Qiao no longer hesitated. The copper coin sword in her hand was placed in front of her eyes. She muttered a curse in a low voice. The ghost-killing copper coin sword was covered with a layer of faint red light, which complemented the tear mole in the corner of her eye.

"It's going to hurt a little bit, but it'll be over soon."

Su Qiao reminded him, then cut out his heart with a sword.

The thousand-year-old resentful ghost had its resentful heart gouged out, and the roar of pain almost shattered Su Qiao's eardrums, and the whole world turned into purgatory.

And Fuso finally came into effect.

He appeared in his true form before his death, with a murderous look on his body and red eyes, staring at Su Qiao.

"You... damn it!!"

"Fusang!"

But he heard a familiar and gentle call.

Fusang seemed to be frozen, and looked to the side blankly, and saw Jinghua's figure. She was wearing the clothes on the day they got married, with a garland on her head... which he had knitted by himself.

The thousand years of separation seemed to have disappeared.

"Essence..."

The knife in Fusang's hand fell to the ground, and he was trembling all over. He walked towards his bride step by step, and he slowly transformed into the Fusang he was back then.

Jinghua suppressed the severe pain in her heart, smiled, and reached out to touch Fusang's face, "Fusang, I've been waiting for you for a thousand years... I miss you very much..."

Fusang's murderous aura disappeared without a trace...

But this is just Fusang in front of Jinghua.

Now it has been a resentful ghost for thousands of years. It has killed so many people on this land... There is also an entire expedition team of more than [-] people whose lives and deaths are unclear... It can only be wiped out.

Su Qiao gently raised the sword in his hand.

On the other side, Jinghua hugged Fusang hard and said with a tearful smile: "Fusang, I'm very happy to marry you... and I'm sorry..."

As Jinghua finished speaking, Su Qiao struck with his sword.

Fusang's entire ghost body was burned, but it didn't struggle at all. It used its last strength to touch Jinghua's face and smiled, "What a pity... we... don't have another life..."

The ashes disappeared, and from now on, there will be no more Fusang in the world...

Jinghua watched her beloved turn to ashes before her eyes.

"Freed...my Fusang..." She knelt on the ground, hugging every wisp of charred ashes, with an expression on her face that seemed to be crying or smiling. She was so sad that she had no tears left.

Finally, she lay down next to the ashes, curled up into a ball, and closed her eyes.

Su Qiao stepped forward.

According to the agreement, she took away Jinghua, the main spirit of resentment, and it was a ray of blood that was transferred into Su Qiao's heart.

The moment he entered the body, Su Qiao felt a tearing pain in his whole heart, and he killed his beloved with his own hands... So, was it so painful?

Su Qiao fell to the ground in pain, covering her heart. She opened her mouth to cry out the pain, but she tasted her own tears first, which were cold, bitter and astringent.

But this time, there were no warm hands to wipe her tears...

Shen Xiujin, I need you...

"puff--"

Su Qiao spit out a mouthful of blood, and her whole heart seemed to be being hit by an ice knife, making every inch of flesh and blood hurt...

Su Qiao's vision gradually blurred. She saw a figure running towards her, but she couldn't see who it was. She could only stretch out her hand weakly towards the person.

"Shen Xiujin..."