Chapter 45: Kidnapper
These affairs had long since been drowned out in the cycles of life and death, why had they been rifled out and turned into this burden? And why Xiao Fuxuan?
Just because he blocked that heavenly strike?
An incident that beset his mind all those years, just to be exploited like this… it’s really unreasonable.
Wu Xingxue thought.
Best if Xiao Fuxuan didn’t remember this night.
The moment he came up with such a thought, he felt a momentary sense of deja vu. It was likely that centuries before, he’d also had such a thought.
He not only hoped that Xiao Fuxuan wouldn’t remember, but he even hoped that these bound spirits would also forget this moment.
Spirits weren’t living humans, and wouldn’t make a distinction between the machinations of this or that lifetime. Under someone’s deliberate exploitation, all that remained of them was instinct—whoever had killed them, whoever brought about their present pain, was the one they hated.
"It’s you!"