Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 103 This sword spirit is too greedy 15

But when that familiar face, stained with blood, reappeared before him, Zhao Zhao's cold smile froze instantly.

How could it be... Su?!

The boy staggering towards him had a ruthless and gloomy face he had never seen before. Even though he knew the boy was fake, Zhao Zhao still couldn't help but call out.

“Survey.”

Su couldn't see him, but looked warily at the people chasing behind him, ready to attack at any moment.

Zhao Zhao couldn't touch him or wake him up; she could only stand aside and watch Su being chased from the perspective of an observer.

His hands, clenched into fists beneath his robes, veins bulging, were striking.

He looked at Su, who was being chased by demon soldiers, his body covered in deep, bone-revealing wounds, his eyes bloodshot, and his bone fan ruthlessly reaping the lives of demon soldiers.

He was like a killing machine devoid of any emotion, just as described in the original plot, full of evil and devoid of any kindness.

Zhao Zhao couldn't bear it and closed her eyes slightly. When she opened them again, what she saw was a long sword piercing Su's chest, and at the other end of the sword was Xuan Mo, his eyes filled with bloodlust. "You killed my brother, I will make you pay with your life!"

Exhausted and with his magic power depleted, Su was stabbed again and again until he finally collapsed to the ground covered in blood.

"ding dong"

A small bottle fell from Su's robe. Zhao Zhao stared blankly at the familiar bottle, unable to come back to her senses for a long time.

Su, whose eyes had been unfocused, was suddenly aroused when he looked at the bottle. He supported himself with his weak hands, crawled to the side of the bottle, and held it tightly in his arms.

Zhao Zhao heard his last words, each one filled with tears and sincerity.

"Zhaozhao, I will not betray you, I will not betray the gods, I will not do evil, I will not... disappoint you..."

He slowly closed his eyes, and his body, just like Zhao Zhao had been, transformed into the wind and traveled to every corner of the Demon Realm.

He is the result of evil, a demon; his good deeds can only remain in the demon realm.

As Su's figure dissipated, the scene before them gradually changed again; this time, it was the familiar underworld.

He saw many familiar scenes: his resurrected, beautiful and elegant mother; his father, who had aged considerably; his older brother, who was now more composed; and Sang Yinuo, who had matured a lot.

He saw that he no longer tormented evil spirits, no longer collected strange artifacts, and no longer constantly taunted his father. He laid down the soul-binding chains and picked up the vermilion pen for handling government affairs.

He is learning to be an excellent successor, a young emperor of the underworld who will win the hearts and minds of all the ghosts.

But Zhao Zhao never saw him smile again.

The scene shifts again, returning to the moment when Sang Yinuo is sending him off to his burial. Zhao Zhao only watched for a moment before her heart ached as if a huge hole had been torn in it.

His face was pale, and he was sweating profusely. Just as the system was about to clean up his emotions again, Zhao Zhao noticed and gritted her teeth, "System, I advise you not to act on your own!"

But host, you are being controlled by unnecessary emotions.

Zhao Zhao scoffed, "First of all, this isn't superfluous emotion, and secondly, I won't be controlled!"

Looking at the scene before her again, Zhao Zhao murmured, "It's just an illusion, how could it possibly trap me?"

He just couldn't bring himself to do it; he couldn't bear to break it.

While he was still in a daze, the scene before him changed again. This time, it was no longer an empty scene, but a living person like Lan Sheng, who could talk to him, slowly walking out of the darkness.

Zhao Zhao saw Luo Chen again, and saw the gentle and beautiful smile that appeared on Luo Chen's face when he looked at him. He reached out to him and said softly.

"Zhao, it's time to go home."

The Buddha statue behind him smiled even more kindly, but Zhao Zhao's expression was no longer so firm.