Chapter 16 — Impurity Under My Shadow

“Open the way for me.” Thuc Ue let out a low roar, turning into a shadow and rushing into the middle of the black hair. We follow closely behind. Luc Hoai Canh was pulled towards the wooden man by black hair, the front of his shirt was darkly stained with blood. He saw me approaching, his first reaction was to shake his head. "Don't come over here." I didn't stop. "Master Marquis has finally learned how to behave." His eyes were a little red. "Chieu Vi, sorry." I raised my hand and cut off the black hair on his wrist. "I'll wait until you come out alive before saying this." Black hair was drenched in blood, emitting a shrill scream. The wooden man's faceless mouth cracked even wider. It called out in my voice again. "Come back." "Tham Chieu Vi, you were originally a sacrifice." I looked at it coldly. "Sacrifice to your ancestors." I pressed the blood in my palm onto my wedding dress. The red wedding dress immediately caught fire. Lieu Tran's face changed drastically. "Stop!" He rushed forward despite everything, but was stopped by the guards next to the Queen Mother. The Queen Mother said sternly: "Arrest him." Just as the guard was about to attack, the gray-shirted monks in the yard suddenly cut their wrists. Blood fell into the white light. The blue light of the sky flared loudly. There was no pain on the monks' faces, only passion. They chanted in unison: "Use blood to connect the lamp, use the soul to serve the priest." The Saint Priest's blood mist flared up. The little prince's soul was pulled until only the upper half of his body was left on the ground. The Queen Mother almost went crazy and rushed forward. The old witch hugged her tightly. "You can't." The Queen Mother cried and said, "That's my child." I looked at the wedding dress being burned by black fire. Fire is not enough. The life changing rope is still half unbroken. Mother suddenly walked in front of the fire. She looked at me, her eyes as gentle as the snowy night of the Tham family twenty years ago. "Chieu Vi, your remaining soul is also a string." My heart sank. "Don't." Mother smiled. "You wait twenty years, or you will be locked up again." She turned and walked into the black fire. The wedding dress's fire suddenly shot up into the sky. I call out to you. But her soul image was dissolved in the fire. At the last moment, I heard her softly say, "My daughter is not an evil thing." 18 When the wedding dress completely caught fire, the entire Department of Medicine was illuminated by black and red fire. The wooden man let out a sharp scream. That sound sometimes sounds like me, sometimes like my mother, sometimes like countless souls trapped in battle. Black hair twisted wildly in the fire, like snakes being stripped of their skin. Luc Hoai Canh finally fell from his binding to the ground. Xuan Tu rushed to help him, but was pushed away by him. He struggled and crawled towards me. "Chieu Vi." I didn't turn around. I watched the last bit of my mother's soul disappear in the fire. The front of my chest felt like it was empty. The pain is very quiet. So quiet that even tears cannot fall. But the Queen Mother called out solemnly at that moment: "Tham Chieu Vi!" I am complete. The little prince's soul was pulled to the edge of the crack. Only one small hand still clings tightly to the ground. The Queen Mother knelt outside the battlefield, blood flowing from her palms all over the ground. She reached out her hand, but no matter how she tried, she couldn't reach it. "Save it." Her voice was hoarse. "Who prays to you?" A Queen Mother, in front of a full yard of monks and guards, told me the word pray. I look at that child. It also looked at me. There was no resentment in those black eyes. There's just a very, very slight bit of admiration. If we admire, we can still grow. I took a step towards the crack. Lieu Tran's voice came from behind. "You can't save it." "Saint Mu uses the imperial dragon's qi as a shell, uses the twenty-year-old soul as food, unless someone voluntarily uses his wise eyes to open the door for him." "Otherwise, it will not let go." I stopped walking. Luc Hoai Canh's face suddenly changed. "Chieu Vi, don't listen to him." Lieu Tran smiled. "Master Marquis now."

Now I know it's heartbreaking." "But these eyes of yours, since birth, were determined not to belong to you." I looked at the pair of eyeballs in the blood mist on the ground. They also looked at me. There were no emotions in those eyes. No sadness or happiness. Only greed. Like an emperor who has been dead for twenty years, still sitting in the dark, waiting for people to bring the whole world to trial. I softly said: "Who said I wanted to give him eyes?" Lieu Tran was stunned. I raised my hand and pressed it against my eyes. "It wants to use my eyes to open the hidden road." "Then I will let it see enough." Xuan Tu was frightened: "Madam!" I didn't turn my head. "Don't be afraid." "I didn't gouge my eyes." "I just opened my eyes." Having finished speaking, I put my hand down. This time, I couldn't resist the cold feeling piercing my eyes anymore. I let the Saint Priest's blood mist wrap around my vision. In an instant, the entire imperial city in my eyes transformed into a different appearance. Under the red wall are buried countless white bones. In the well, long hair hangs down. In the ashes of the Buddha hall, a woman's fingernails stretched out. Deep in the Thai Temple, a bright yellow ghost sat on a rotten dragon chair, holding his empty eye sockets with both hands. He slowly raised his head. I finally see the emperor. He has no eyes. But he was smiling. "Tham Thi's daughter."