The Yandere Male Lead Chases Me

With that beating, an entire two hours passed.

She had no idea how many Undying had fallen around her.

Pile after pile.

They lost the ability to move, but they didn’t die.

For some reason, the power of these Undying was very different from the ones Su Yan had encountered before.

These Undying... were kind of weak.

But there were so many of them that almost as soon as one fell, new Undying would join in.

Wave after wave.

Nan Yan just sat there, picking at her fingernails the whole time.

From time to time she’d look up.

Then she’d lower her head again and keep picking her nails.

The light at her ankle was growing brighter and brighter.

She swayed slightly, as if completely unaware.

Probably thought this kind of sparring was too boring.

She lifted a finger.

The Undying vanished in an instant.

In this vast prison, only Su Yan and she were left.

Nan Yan spoke.

"I heard you’ve fallen for someone?"

Su Yan was silent.

Nan Yan went on.

"I heard you’ve been risking your life for that person."

Su Yan was still silent.

Nan Yan lost patience.

"Can you stop messing around with this kind of crap all day?

Just be a good Main God, what do you need a man for, what are you throwing your life away for?"

Su Yan fell silent again.

Nan Yan rubbed her brow, her voice faint.

"First cell on the left."

As soon as she finished, Su Yan turned and walked into that cell.

Almost the moment Su Yan stepped in, Nan Yan closed her eyes and collapsed to the ground, unable to hold on.

The Thorny Throne behind her disappeared.

Nan Yan leaned against the wall again, looking at the tattoo on her ankle.

Her eyelids lifted once, then closed.

She said nothing more.

Her power repelled Su Yan’s.

The instant Su Yan appeared, there wasn’t a single part of her body that didn’t hurt.

The tattoo at her ankle was the shackle binding her.

The brighter the tattoo, the more she suffered.

Nan Yan somewhat regretted pointing Su Yan in the right direction.

She should’ve let her go somewhere else and suffer a bit.

Tsk.

All because she was too soft-hearted.

When Su Yan walked into that prison cell, Nan Yan was already nowhere to be seen behind her.

It was like stepping into a separate space.

Xiao Hua asked in confusion,

"Host, who was that?"

Su Yan thought for a moment.

"Not too sure."

Xiao Hua was puzzled.

"Host, she seems to know you really well."

Su Yan:

"Mm."

Xiao Hua added,

"Host, why do I feel like you also know her really well?"

Su Yan:

"Maybe."

All of Su Yan’s answers were ambiguous.

Xiao Hua listened, dazed and confused.

They kept walking forward.

Suddenly, it gradually grew brighter ahead.

Su Yan still had a wound on her shoulder.

When the light dimmed down again,

Su Yan looked up.

She saw a corpse ahead.

Nailed high up on a wall flush with the ground.

The corpse was dressed in white.

Half of it was a blur of blood and flesh, white bone exposed.

The other half remained intact enough that its features could still be seen.

Only thick nails had been driven into the bone, pinning it firmly to the wall.

A rumbling noise echoed all around.

Whips, branding irons.

One after another, continuing as if unchanged for thousands of years.

Su Yan stared, stunned.

She kept her head lifted, looking.

That was Jun Yu’s body.

It was real.

There was no way it was fake.

Su Yan felt a faint ache in her heart.

Like being suddenly pricked by a sharp needle.

A raw, stabbing pain.

She said nothing.

She just stood there, watching.

Behind her, a voice with a smile in it sounded.

The man was dressed in black, other shore flower patterns climbing from his neck up to his face.

His eyes were very, very deep.

"We meet again, God."

The way he spoke.

The tone of his voice.

Even though he’d changed into another shell, Su Yan still recognized him.

It was Nan Ming.

The person she had met outside the Netherworld’s gate.