Female lead: No, it's me again??

Chapter 380 Continues to Deteriorate

Feng Siyue nodded, "Yes."

Xuan Li remained silent.

Three days should be fine, right?

Xuan Li hesitated for a moment, then said, "Okay."

She looked down and saw many books on the table. Leaning over to look, she asked, "What are you writing?"

Xuan Li tilted his head, "Xie...xiao...songdie? Growing in extremely cold and yin places...what is this?"

Feng Siyue said, "It's a record about what we've been searching for."

Xuan Li responded with an "Oh," and then asked, "Do you have any clues?"

Feng Siyue frowned.

"I stayed up all night recording and came up with a few similar features. I'm thinking of trying my luck later."

characteristic?

Xuan Li didn't quite understand.

However, Feng Siyue has her own reasons for doing things, so she doesn't need to ask too many questions or worry about it.

The two chatted for a while, then Feng Siyue got back to business. Xuan Li, bored, went to the window and stared blankly at the night.

The treetops swayed, and the phoenix lanterns hanging from the eaves jingled and tinkled.

Xuan Li belatedly realized that the wind had started to blow.

She touched her face; it had already lost its warmth.

I can't feel the wind anymore...

Xuan Li looked down at her slightly bluish hands, unconsciously rubbed them together, and as if remembering something, she took out her flute and gently began to play it.

The lamplight flickered gently, and Feng Siyue appeared beside her without her noticing, taking her hand and leading her inside.

"It's chilly outside, close the window."

As she spoke, she casually closed the window.

Xuan Li smiled and said, "I'm not that fragile. It's getting late, I'm going back to my room to sleep. You should get some rest too."

Upon hearing this, Feng Siyue turned and walked towards the door.

"I send you."

"No need, it's right next door, why would I need to send anything?"

Feng Siyue thought about it and agreed, "Okay, call me if you need anything."

Xuan Li nodded and turned to leave.

A few kilometers away from the auction house is a building called Fenghua Tower.

Dressed in black, Fu Meng stood at the top, looking in the direction of the auction house, a faint purple light gradually appearing in his black eyes.

He stood in the wind for an unknown amount of time before raising his left hand. A golden starstone appeared, and his handsome face took on a strange expression upon seeing the object in his hand.

"Throughout the universe, our destiny is eternal..."

He held the star stone high and murmured in the quiet night market, "Bound by the laws of time, restrain yourself and control her, the star dream is fleeting, start quickly."

The golden stone emitted a dazzling purple light, transforming into transparent chains imperceptible to ordinary people in the vast night, bursting out in all directions in a circular pattern, and finally enveloping the area in a purple barrier.

The dense black lines made the dark clouds gather even more.

Xuan Li returned to the house and closed the door with a normal expression, but the moment the door closed, a large amount of blood uncontrollably gushed from the corner of her mouth, staining her chin red.

She coughed lightly and swayed slightly.

Then, a sudden, dull pain in her heart caused her to feel weak all over, and she slowly slumped to the ground.

“Cough cough….cough cough…”

It hurts...it hurts so much...

"Tick-tock..."

Dots of red plum blossoms bloom on the ground.

Qianren emerged from the void, looked at her appearance, and said calmly, "Your health is not good."

His breath was weak, clearly indicating that he was at his last gasp.

The consequences of divine punishment are unbearable even for a mere wisp of the Heavenly Dao's laws.

This woman doesn't have much time left.

Xuan Li looked up at it; the vibrant red slowly faded, returning to a gray void along with the black.

Her eyes dimmed for a moment. "Qianren, tell me, what does death feel like?"

She seems to be dying...

In a voice almost devoid of inflection, Qianren explained his definition of death: "Everything returns to zero."

"Everything returns to zero...."

Xuan Li muttered to herself as she slowly got up, supported herself on the ground, and sat down at the table. It was only a two-step distance, but she was panting heavily as she walked.

My health is getting worse and worse.

Why don't you tell Feng Siyue the truth about your health?

"Tell her what?"

"Aren't you good friends?"

Good friends care about each other.

Xuan Li shook his head, "It's just adding to your worries."

"I know my body best. Didn't Gongzi Qi say that my only hope now rests on Zhiyao?"

The woman took out a handkerchief to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth, slowly poured herself a cup of tea, and drank it.

She also knew that she was vomiting blood more and more often recently, her five senses were gradually fading, and she was feeling increasingly tired and weak.

She might not live much longer.

Or perhaps, a deep, hopeless slumber.

The conditions for awakening were too harsh, and she didn't want to put too much pressure on Feng Siyue, forcing her to move forward with a heavy burden or forcing her to grow too fast.

If death is her destiny....

Xuan Li closed his eyes.

Let this process proceed silently.

A chain-like pain churned in Xuan Li's chest. He slowly leaned over the table to hide the paleness on his face. The stabbing pain, like a volcanic eruption, gradually escalated into a persistent, throbbing ache.

Her hand slowly clenched into a fist.

It hurts so much...

Xuan Li felt a little self-deprecating.

My ancestor, it seems I can no longer wait for you.

Her knuckles were so painful they turned white. After enduring one wave of pain, the pain didn't disappear as before; instead, it seemed to torment her endlessly.

The pain was so intense that she couldn't utter a single word!

Xuan Li took a deep breath, his face pale, and slowly got up, walking unsteadily to the bedside to lie down.

Soon, she fell into a deep nightmare.