Chapter 2665: It’s All Acting
As they walked down the Yellow Spring Road, Yan Xuehen noticed bizarre red flowers growing by the roadside. She stopped to take a closer look. “Are these the legendary Red Spider Lilies? How beautiful.”
“They are indeed beautiful.” Zu An agreed. These Red Spider Lilies were the only plants in the Netherworld. Each time he passed by this sea of flowers, it raised his mood a little despite the stifling atmosphere.
“When Chuyan obtained the Pure World Icelotus’ intent back then, Miss Pei simultaneously obtained the Paramita Butterfly’s intent. Could her Paramita Butterfly be related to these Red Spider Lilies?” Yan Xuehen suddenly remembered something.
“Her Paramita Butterfly does indeed resemble these Red Spider Lilies. I’ll bring her here when an opportunity arises.” With this experience, Zu An would be able to bring Pei Mianman here to view the Red Spider Lilies in the future.
“I’d like to have a look at Miss Pei’s Paramita Butterfly, too.” Yan Xuehen felt goodwill toward Pei Mianman, not just because the latter's was Chu Chuyan’s close friend but also because of their interactions. Compared to the other women whom I haven’t met, Pei Mianman is much better...
“I also hope for such a day to come.” Zu An smiled. Pei Mianman’s Paramita Butterfly was usually hidden in her body. It would only appear on her waist when her blood was racing quickly. The only way for Yan Xuehen to see it would be if we were together in bed...
Yan Xuehen looked at him with a questioning gaze, sensing something amiss from his expression.
The two of them ventured further into the Netherworld. Knowing she would soon meet Chu Chuyan, Yan Xuehen’s initial curiosity about the Netherworld gave way to nervousness. She bit her lips. She was probably the only master in the world who was nervous to meet her disciple.
Soon, they arrived under the Bridge of Helplessness.
When she looked at the blood-colored Oblivion River Water, Yan Xuehen’s face paled. With her sharp eyes, she could see the distorted faces of vengeful spirits within. Has Chu Chuyan been living in such a vile environment?
A seven-colored light glowed under the Bridge of Helplessness, forming an independent space. The racing Oblivion River seemed to avoid that space. But Yan Xuehen couldn’t see anything there.
Zu An belatedly remembered the Bridge of Helplessness’ rules—those standing on the bridge couldn’t see those under the bridge. Thus, he smeared his finger across her eyes.