Chapter 11 — Impurity Under My Shadow

"Concubine Dung is not a mortal disease." "Because she caught the first emperor and Tran Quoc secretly practicing Ban Cot Huong, she was forced to die in the Buddhist hall." The yard was silent. Even the sound of chanting was lost for a beat. The murderous intent in Lieu Tran's eyes was clear. "Tham Van Binh, that poor monk should not have kept your soul." Mother looked at me. "Chieu Vi, that year you brought me into the palace to testify in Phi Dung's old case, so they targeted me." "They discovered that you also saw unclean objects, so they wanted to kill you." "That night in the back yard of the Tham family, it was not you who went crazy." "It was Lieu Tran's evil servant." sent to gouge out your eyes.” There was a loud noise in my head. Snow, blood, barking dogs, mother's cries, grandmother's screams. Those broken pieces of memory finally pieced back together into their original shape little by little. I saw a three-year-old child pressed against the snow. Someone held a thin knife blade, smiled and said, "These eyes cannot be kept." Then a black shadow rushed out from my body. Bite off that person's hand. Bite the throat of a fierce dog. Crazy biting an accomplice. I do not do evil without reason. I'm surviving. The old wound on the side of my neck felt like it had been burned by fire. I raised my head to look at Lieu Tran. "That's why you locked me for twenty years." "It's not because you're afraid that I'll hurt people." "But because you're afraid that I'll remember." Lieu Tran raised his hand, seventy-two white lights lit up at the same time. "It's too late to remember now." A giant cinnabar pattern appeared on the ground, spreading straight from the yard door to my feet. The black shadow under my feet was tightly closed by the light, and for the first time, I let out a painful roar. Mother quickly said: "Chieu Vi, you can't resist!" Lieu Tran walked forward step by step, holding the last Soul Suppressing nail in his palm. "Tham Chieu Vi, kneel down and howl." I looked at that nail and suddenly heard a very soft laugh from deep underground. That laugh was immature, cold, but brought the joy of a child. The Queen Mother suddenly raised her head. In the blue flame, the little prince who had been dead for twenty years was lying face down on the shadow behind Lieu Tran, slowly opening his eyes. 13The little prince's soul lay face down on Lieu Tran's shadow, like a cold, wet little animal crawling out from the bottom of a well. Lieu Tran did not turn around. But the shadow under his feet suddenly twisted. The young black shadow opened its mouth and bit hard at the base of his shadow. Lieu Tran's face suddenly turned pale, and the Tran Soul nail in his palm was half an inch off. The tip of the nail grazed my shoulder, pinning it into the cinnabar pattern on the ground. The battle text vibrated strongly. Seventy-two white lights shook at the same time. The black shadow pressed under my feet finally managed to escape a gap, roaring low and rushing towards the nearest white light. The gray-robed monk under the lamp screamed loudly, and the Tran Soul Wood in his hand broke into two pieces. White light turns off. The pressure in the match immediately loosened a corner. The dead Queen Mother looked closely at the child's soul at Lieu Tran's feet, tears silently rolling down. "Sir." The child seemed to hear. It raised its small, bloodless face and looked at the Queen Mother. Just one. The Queen Mother could barely stand. The old mother supported her, crying until her whole body trembled. "Your Highness recognizes the lady." Lieu Tran angrily shouted: "If you miss the dead soul, you dare to break my formation!" He waved his hand and grabbed his own shadow. Five fingers wrapped in glitter, yet awkwardly pulled half of the little prince's soul out of the shadow. The child struggled silently. The Queen Mother said sternly: "Let him go!" Lieu Tran smiled coldly. "If you want him to lose his soul, just go one step further." The Queen Mother stiffened on the spot. I looked at the little prince's painful face, my heart felt like it was being pricked by needles. When I was three years old, I was crushed by him like that. Clearly he had never done anything wrong, yet he was forced to make a redundancy

admit that you are a disaster. I raised my hand to press the wound on my shoulder. Blood dripped onto the ground between his fingers. The black shadow underfoot smelled blood and suddenly became quiet. It is no longer like a wild animal that only knows how to rush around. It sat next to me, as if waiting for a word from me. Mother's voice came from behind. "Chieu Vi, don't let your anger take you away." "Thuc Ue eats evil thoughts, and will also be repelled by evil thoughts." I turned to look at her. Her soul image is much lighter than before. After removing the amulet, she was finally able to tell the truth, but was also consumed faster by this formation. I asked softly: "So what should I do?" Mother looked at the gold in Lieu Tran's hand. "Don't bite people." "Bite the dirty thing in his heart." I was stunned. Lieu Tran seemed to hear the biggest joke in the world. "Tham Van Binh, you've been dead for twenty years and you're still so innocent." "She was born an evil creature, do you still expect her to differentiate between good and evil?" Mother coldly said: "If she didn't differentiate between good and evil, that year in the Tham family's backyard, she wouldn't be just an evil servant." Lieu Tran's face was gloomy. The Queen Mother also opened her mouth at that moment. "Tham Chieu Vi." I looked at her. There were still tears in her eyes, but there was no hesitation. "Ai family allows you to let go." "If the imperial city really has a disaster today, ai family will bear it with them." I smiled.