Senior Sister Went Mad After My Fake Death Chapter 63

In the Nether Realm’s Crimson Smelting City, usually solemn and dignified, the walls of black iron were high and dark. The dark red patterns on them were like winding bloodstains, and eerie blue will-o’-the-wisps flickered on the walls.
However, today was a different day. The Crimson Smelting City, from top to bottom, had completely changed:
The streets and alleys were all decorated with red and colorful decorations. The originally dark and obscure houses and archways were now wrapped in layers of bright red silk, as if they had put on a festive new dress.
Lanterns were hung high, densely arranged on both sides of the streets. Each one was like a blood bead, exuding a deep and rich red. The candlelight burned faintly within, and as the light and shadow swayed, even the thick bloody mist that never dissipated in the Crimson Smelting City had changed a little.
But the bloody mist still lingered and steamed, as vast as a giant, slowly flowing above the streets, enveloping everything around it. Reflected by the strange bloody mist, the festive scene became even more tragic.
“Today is the City Lord’s great and joyous day!” a goat demon with the body of a man and a sharp horn, kept stamping its goat hooves on the ground, holding a wine jug in its hand and pouring it into its mouth. “It’s so lively today! I don’t even have to look after my shop.”
As soon as his voice fell, a few demons of various shapes appeared from behind him.
A graceful fox demon, holding a delicate round fan with blooming spider lilies painted on it, with a gentle fan, a wisp of dark fragrance drifted out. She covered her mouth and laughed softly, her voice as crisp as a bell, “Brother Goat is right. Such a grand event is rare in the Nether Realm for many years. I closed my cultivation cave early and came to join in the fun.”
Because of City Lord Han Xiao’s great and joyous day, the city gates of the Crimson Smelting City were wide open, welcoming guests from all directions—demons of all kinds could come, even mortals with flesh and blood could come, if they were not afraid of death.
A rat demon also appeared from the side. He was small, but he was wearing a rather exquisite brocade robe, the edges of which were inlaid with small pearls that shone with a pearly light under the faint light of the Nether Realm. The rat demon was holding a small ebony box in both hands, and it was clear at a glance that it contained something precious. He squeaked in agreement, “That’s right, this rat has been digging under the mountain for many days to find this gift. Today, I must let the City Lord know my heart.”
As he spoke, he even hugged the box tighter, as if he were afraid that someone would snatch it away. There was no choice. As a rat, how could he not be afraid of snakes? Especially this kind of snake whose real body was almost like a dragon.
Further back, a huge bear demon slowly strolled over. He was draped in several feet of red brocade.
The bear demon had a simple and honest smile on his face and said in a gruff voice, “I don’t understand those fancy things. I just know that today is a big and joyous day, and everyone should be happy. I also brought my own brewed good wine. Later, I’ll definitely have a good drink with everyone. Although I can’t see the City Lord, I can see my sisters and brothers,” with that, he even patted the wine gourd hanging on his waist. The wine gourd also looked like a big one, and it probably contained a lot of good wine.
These few demons gathered together, talking and chattering, and walked towards the palace where the wedding was being held, full of joy and ready to witness the City Lord’s great and joyous event.
The City Lord was indeed a person who had been a cultivator in the human world. These demons had never seen such a grand occasion in this sunless Nether Realm. The City Lord was not only knowledgeable, but also very magnanimous.
If the City Lord had not opened the door, with their original status, they would have been driven away by the city guards as soon as they reached the gate.
“Have you found anything unusual?” Pugu Yanjin stood on the city wall, her phoenix eyes lowered to the ground, and then quickly drifted back to the demon guard at the gate. “Especially those wearing hoods to cover their faces.”
The demon guard seemed not to understand and glanced at Pugu Yanjin.
Pugu Yanjin saw the doubt in her heart and said faintly, “Under the hood, it may be a human.”
“A human?” the demon guard was even more confused.
Can a human also come to the Crimson Smelting City of the Nether Realm?
But soon the demon guard understood.
After all, the City Lord had been a cultivator in the Bright Snow Sect before. It was only natural that she would know some people.
But the demon guard felt that there was something strange: the City Lord should be notorious in the human world now. What kind of person would be willing to come and pay their respects to her?
“Just watch,” Pugu Yanjin did not say any more, her eyes growing deeper. “Today, the city gates are wide open. There are probably some ill-intentioned people who will take this opportunity to cause trouble. I… I would like to directly send some more people.”
The demon guard’s face was bitter, as if she were a little unhappy with the contempt in Pugu Yanjin’s words. “Envoy Pugu, we have been guarding the city gates for so long. It’s not like this marriage will make us neglect our duties.”
Pugu Yanjin shook her head and sneered softly, “You don’t understand. You just stay here and watch. If there are reinforcements, you don’t have to worry.”
Although the demon guard was puzzled and wronged, hearing Envoy Pugu say so, she finally just opened her mouth, but she soon, because she saw the black shadow behind Envoy Pugu, couldn’t help but swallow her words and widened her eyes.
Pugu Yanjin was surprised. When she turned around, she was met with a pair of clear, black, deep pupils, shining with a faint, bright light, as if a golden light was flowing within.
She was wearing a black dress, the color of which was as rich as ink, as if it had absorbed all the darkness of the Nether Realm over the years.
Pugu Yanjin was horrified, and she barely managed to keep her expression from showing any abnormality.
Today was clearly a good day for Han Xiao and Jiang Chunai’s marriage! Even the Crimson Smelting City, which was sunless all year round and only filled with a bloody mist, was covered with layers of joy—this was a human tradition. They respected Han Xiao and still did it.
Then Han Xiao should also be wearing a human wedding dress. In other words, her clothes should also be red.
And she shouldn’t be here now.
Although Pugu Yanjin had not lived in the human world, she still understood this much common sense: Han Xiao should go back now and consummate her marriage with Jiang Chunai.
But why would she suddenly appear here?
“Yes, we need to find some reinforcements,” Han Xiao took Pugu Yanjin’s words lightly and continued, “Envoy Pugu, where do you think it would be more appropriate to call for reinforcements from?”
Pugu Yanjin’s heart suddenly accelerated. As she was brewing how to answer Han Xiao’s words, Han Xiao suddenly spoke again.
At the same time, a cold light suddenly appeared in her eyes, like a sharp dagger, pointing straight at her heart. “What do you think of sending reinforcements from the dungeons?”
Hearing this, Pugu Yanjin’s heart instantly jumped to her throat, thumping, and was about to jump out.
Han Xiao’s tone was subtle. “Hmm… what does Envoy Pugu think? I think this is a good choice.”
Pugu Yanjin forced herself to suppress the urge to tremble and could only say, “The City Lord is wise.”
Han Xiao sneered softly, then turned her back and instructed the demon guard, “What Envoy Pugu said just now, you must remember it in your heart… not just those wearing hoods, but all humans, you must keep a close eye on them.”
Humans.
Be on guard against humans!
The demon guard nodded frantically and said, “I understand, I understand. I will not let a single person enter the Crimson Smelting City.”
“Wrong,” Han Xiao raised her voice again and interrupted, “it’s not that you don’t let them in, but that you watch carefully which ‘people’ have come in.”
She deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of the word “people.”
The demon guard was confused and agreed in a daze.
Han Xiao left.
Pugu Yanjin was still standing there blankly, Han Xiao’s words just now echoing in her ears.
It was too terrifying.
How could she say it to her in such a natural, ordinary tone?
To send reinforcements from the dungeons.
Why send reinforcements from the dungeons? If, according to what Han Xiao had said…
Wait.
Why send reinforcements from the dungeons? Don’t the dungeons need to be guarded?
If the dungeons don’t need to be guarded, it means that her brother no longer needs a guard.
Thinking of this, Pugu Yanjin’s heart beat faster again. She hurriedly turned around and flew straight down from the city wall.
Either Han Xiao had shown mercy and had let her reckless brother out; or…
“Eh, Envoy Pugu, where are you going?” the demon guard shouted from behind Pugu Yanjin, but got no reply.
Jiang Chunai was wearing a great red wedding dress and was sitting properly in the wedding chamber.
This time, their marriage was mostly following the traditions of the human realm, with some of the customs of the Crimson Smelting City mixed in—but in fact, the Crimson Smelting City was a gathering of demons, and there was no cultural soil. The combination of the two was actually a simplification of the originally complicated process.
But among these processes, there shouldn’t have been such a long wait.
Han Xiao was gone, and she didn’t know where she had gone.
Jiang Chunai suddenly stood up and walked to the window—their wedding chamber was set in the Youyun Hall. This palace was like a towering giant beast, perched on the highest point of the Crimson Smelting City, its body rising from the ground and piercing into the clouds, as if it would break through the constraints of the sky.
So high that one could overlook the entire city. The stars of the Nether Realm were actually flowing with a red-silk-like sinister light.
The tributaries of the Nether River, which usually had black water with a cold air floating on their surface, were now floating with red lotuses, their scorching light reflecting everything around them.
It was truly festive.
But the more she looked at the rugged mountain roads, the winding mountain roads leading to the palace, the more her heart sank.
The location of the palace was excellent. It was surrounded by steep cliffs and rugged rocks, like a natural barrier, blocking the easy invasion of outsiders. There was only one winding mountain road leading here, and the mountain road was narrow and dangerous. One man could hold it against ten thousand.
It was truly an excellent place that was easy to defend and hard to attack.
Before this, Han Xiao had not brought her here. It was only when the wedding day was approaching that Han Xiao had told her that they would consummate their marriage here.
It was getting late, and they should consummate their marriage.
But Han Xiao had not yet returned. Where had she gone?
Jiang Chunai took a deep breath, her thoughts in a greater turmoil. She sat down and stood up, repeatedly pacing in the room.
Finally, a few knocks came from outside the door. Jiang Chunai was instantly nervous. The feeling was like a tide, and the sound of her heartbeat was like a dense drumbeat in this silent wedding chamber, every sound deafening.
To be able to come to the wedding chamber, besides Han Xiao, there could be no one else.
They were finally getting married. In the world of mortals, what auspicious words should a new bride say to make it last forever?
Even though those words were already memorized by heart, when she heard the sound of the door knocking, Jiang Chunai’s fingertips couldn’t help but turn a pale white.
She was nervous.
Suddenly, the door opened lightly, revealing a corner of Han Xiao’s red wedding dress.
Her wedding dress was gorgeous, even more so than Jiang Chunai’s. In this slightly dark wedding chamber, it was dazzlingly bright.
As the door slowly opened to the sides, the full view of her bride was gradually revealed, like a beautiful painting slowly unfolding before her eyes:
In the wedding room, three things were intertwined: the candlelight, the red curtains, and the carved windows. When Han Xiao came out, she became the fourth thing that filled Jiang Chunai’s eyes.
Jiang Chunai’s gaze suddenly trembled, and memories flooded in like a tide.
That one time, she had accidentally entered the secret realm and had seen such a Han Xiao.
At that time, the night, the mist, and the light were intertwined, and Han Xiao had also occupied all the remaining gazes.
It was the same now.
The candlelight, the red curtains, and the carved windows all seemed to have become a backdrop in an instant, quietly giving way to this tall and slender figure.
The red candles, which had been swaying and emitting an ambiguous halo in the wedding room, now shone on her, making her even more graceful and beautiful.
She smiled at her, her lips slightly curled.
Jiang Chunai was in a trance for a moment, and the memories of the past came flooding back again.
Her senior sister, when had she been willing to show her so many smiles?
Since she was a child, Han Xiao had either had a straight face or a cold pair of eyes. No matter what attention-grabbing thing Jiang Chunai did, her reaction was always flat.
Jiang Chunai had also been disheartened.
…But things were impermanent. Her senior sister, who had always been cold and unfeeling to her, had suddenly had a change of heart.
For example, now, Han Xiao was still holding a red paper lantern that she had brought from the Ghost Market. It was probably because Jiang Chunai had casually praised the red paper lantern for being bright and beautiful, that Han Xiao had remembered it in her heart, and now she had brought it over for her to see.
That lantern usually looked quite beautiful and dazzling, but at this moment, with her exquisite, flawless, and clear wedding dress as a backdrop, it was like a cinnabar dot on a Buddha’s forehead. Although it was just a small embellishment, it added a different kind of charm.
—She was clearly a snake demon, how could she look so bewitching?
Jiang Chunai didn’t understand.
“I’m back,” Han Xiao suddenly smiled, her voice clear and cool, and at the same time, she walked into the wedding room.
Although the two of them had simplified many of the complicated procedures for their marriage, the crucial matter of drinking the nuptial wine was still retained.
Han Xiao walked into the wedding room step by step.
Her steps were very light, but it was as if a thousand jun weight was tied to her feet. Every step, to Jiang Chunai, sounded quite heavy.
Jiang Chunai was still standing by the door and did not move, until Han Xiao turned her head to look at her, “Chunai.”
Jiang Chunai suddenly looked up, looked at Han Xiao but avoided her eyes. She would rather look at the red paper lantern.
“What’s wrong? What did you do today that you came back so late?” she said, and at the same time, she went to close the door.
Han Xiao did not sit down, but her clear, deep black pupils were fixed on Jiang Chunai, taking in everything she did.
But she said, “I had to come back, I couldn’t let anyone else come, so I dealt with some troublesome matters.”
Hearing this, Jiang Chunai’s heart skipped a beat, and she looked at her strangely. “You dealt with some troublesome matters? What troublesome matters?”
She was still standing in place, not approaching Han Xiao, who was standing by the small round table.
Han Xiao lifted her lips and said nonchalantly, “Come here, come here and I’ll tell you.”
She can’t leave me, she can’t leave my palm.
And she can’t leave this small space of the wedding room.
These days, Han Xiao had been enduring the burning, churning, and chaotic feelings in her chest, and was about to be swallowed.
Her originally clear will had also changed.
She was a demon who had been in chaos for thousands of years in the Nether Realm. Why would she need to look at anyone’s face?
She was now also the revered City Lord of the Crimson Smelting City. Whoever did not like her, she would deal with.
So, just as Jiang Chunai was walking to her side, Han Xiao gathered her long black hair and said in a low voice, “Do you know Pugu Yanxi?”
Pugu Yanxi?
Jiang Chunai said, “I know, the former City Lord of the Crimson Smelting City. Didn’t you imprison him in the dungeons? Did he cause trouble again?”
“Not entirely,” Han Xiao continued in a hoarse voice, with a whispering tone like a love talk. “I just feel that him being locked up there is a disaster… it’s better to get rid of him early.”
A fine sweat broke out on Jiang Chunai’s forehead.
“Then did he do anything?”
Han Xiao shook her head. The red candle shone on her porcelain-like face, inexplicably giving her a drunken look.
The crimson-black lines in her eyes were growing vigorously. It was these lines of love that had entangled the two of them.
“No.”
Jiang Chunai was silent.
Han Xiao laughed softly again and said, “We’re finally going to be together. I owe you… all of this, I owe you.”
Some things, only after they are repaid, can one’s wish be fulfilled. She had been entangled with Jiang Chunai for so long, it was time to end it.
From now on, she would live with her forever and ever.
“Here, this is for you,” Han Xiao said softly, handing her a green-black ring.
The ring was a pure green-black color, the same color as the scales on a snake’s back. It was so deep that it seemed to be able to absorb all light, and it also exuded a cold and dangerous texture. Just looking at it, it was as if a wisp of cold air was climbing up one’s spine.
The material seemed to be black iron, extremely hard yet exuding an evil nature. When she touched it, the coldness went straight to her bones, making one shiver.
Jiang Chunai had originally said she wanted to take the ring, but Han Xiao held her hand in mid-air, her long eyes looking deeply into her eyes. “I’ll help you.”
“…Hmm, alright, you help me,” Jiang Chunai said silently, her heart pounding like a drum.
Now Senior Sister was really too gentle, so gentle that besides her, no one else in the world could see.
For some reason, a fierce wind suddenly started outside the window—but neither of them was strange, and they did not look away.
The reason why the Nether Realm was the Nether Realm was that its climate was strange.
There was no sunny day like in the human world. A sunny day was when it was not raining or windy. So, for their grand wedding today, they had really chosen a good day.
The wind that blew in from the north window made the red candles sputter, and the light was like a weave, casting a hazy light on Han Xiao’s body, washing away her usual aloofness and coldness, leaving only complete gentleness.
She bent down slightly, and with the ancient-style black iron ring, she slowly reached for Jiang Chunai’s finger. Her focused expression was as if she were performing the most sacred ceremony in the world.
It was clearly like black iron, but why did it not feel like iron when she touched it, but like something soft?
Jiang Chunai even asked this, and when she asked, her voice was also soft and gentle.
Han Xiao had wanted to answer.
But the moment the ring was put on, a cold light suddenly appeared in Jiang Chunai’s left hand, and a sharp edge was drawn out!
The sharp edge carried the awe-inspiring, murderous intent and determination of an immortal, and resolutely tore open a cruel wound in this festive atmosphere.
Jiang Chunai gritted her teeth and used all her strength to stab the dagger fiercely into Han Xiao’s chest. With a “pfft,” the sound was particularly piercing in this quiet environment.
Fresh blood instantly spurted out, splashing onto the green-black ring and winding down its patterns, making the already evil-looking ring even more ferocious.
Finally, the blood dripped on the patterns on her own wrist—the crimson-black lines on her wrist also grew densely, just like the lines growing under Han Xiao’s eyes.
Han Xiao stared blankly at the exquisite wedding dress on her body, which was oozing circles of blood.
She seemed to have expected it. Blood seeped from the corner of her mouth, but her expression carried a bit of comforting repayment. She laughed in a low voice, “Oh, so this is what you wanted to do?”
Her blood splattered on Jiang Chunai’s face.
But Jiang Chunai was speechless for a moment—the blood on her face was actually hot.
Or rather, not just hot, but more like boiling.
How could her blood be hot? Jiang Chunai turned her head, not to look at Han Xiao’s sad eyes, and even more so, not to care about the chaotic heartbeat that did not belong to her in her chest.
What comfort, what joy, what unwillingness, she didn’t care about any of it.
She had been in the Nether Realm for so long, just for this.
Opportunity knocks but once.
So, she tightened her grip on the dagger—this was the divine artifact that her Master, Yu Lingzi, had given her, Zhu Nian.
Her Master had said that if this was inserted into Han Xiao’s chest, it could kill the demon Chongji that resided in her consciousness.
It was called Zhu Nian, so it naturally had to cut off the threads of love between them.
Outside the window, a fierce wind howled, the sound of which was like thousands of evil ghosts wailing mournfully. It passed through the carved window lattice, blew into the room, and made the wedding curtains rustle, wanting to tear all the red silk and joy in the room to pieces.
In the wedding room, the red candles swayed even more violently, and the light and shadow danced wildly on the walls, like a group of baring fangs and brandishing claws ghosts, cheering for this tragedy. The candlelight would occasionally burst with a “crackling” sound, and every sound was like a thunderclap exploding in this quiet and oppressive space, making one’s mind uneasy.
It was quite like when she had discovered that her senior sister was a demon, and the chaotic spring thunder that had exploded in her mind.
How wonderful, it has a beginning and an end.
Jiang Chunai still did not look at Han Xiao, her gaze shifting to the overturned red paper lantern on the floor—the dark fire within had already been extinguished, but it was stained with Han Xiao’s blood.
“Are you satisfied?” Han Xiao’s back was stiff, her eyes were dark, and then she let out a sinister smile. “Is it enough, Jiang Chunai?”
As she spoke, the next moment, she actually closed her hand over Jiang Chunai’s hand, which was holding the dagger, and held it up, letting her fresh blood soak her hand from Jiang Chunai’s hand.
The warm fresh blood slowly flowed down their clasped hands. In this atmosphere full of blood and despair, it seemed to be the only thing with warmth, but this warmth was so scorching, as if it would drag the two of them into that endless abyss of pain.
“Jiang Chunai, is it enough?” she asked her, not pushing Jiang Chunai away, but instead continuing to stab Zhu Nian into her own chest!
The sharp blade entered the flesh bit by bit, making a hair-raising “puchi” sound. Every inch deeper was like tearing at the already broken threads of love between the two of them.
The gurgling fresh blood continued to flow out, first like a trickle, and then like a flood, gushing out, instantly dyeing a large patch of the floor red, and also splashing on their clothes. The scene was so bloody and cruel that it was a human hell.
Jiang Chunai was stunned, but she could not be soft-hearted, much less waste time. She immediately recited the incantation that her Master had taught her, wanting to increase the power of Zhu Nian.
A golden light burst from Han Xiao’s bloody body. The golden light was at first just a few specks of light overflowing from her wound. Gradually, the golden light became more and more intense, like a brilliant sun blooming on her body. Wherever the light reached, the smell of blood seemed to be temporarily dispersed, and the light was so bright that it was impossible to look directly at it.
Every ray of light was like a living spiritual thread, dancing and intertwining around Han Xiao’s body, as if it were breaking through some kind of confinement, and as if it were engaged in a fierce contest with the evil demon Chongji that was hidden in her consciousness.
Even though they were separated by two layers of skin, Jiang Chunai could still hear the scream in Han Xiao’s chest, “I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die—I don’t want to leave! I can’t leave!”
That was not Han Xiao’s scream, but the scream of the demon god Chongji.
He had been residing in Han Xiao’s body for too long, and should have gotten out long ago.
He shouldn’t have occupied her senior sister’s body.
Jiang Chunai endured the involuntary urge in her eyes and was about to get up and leave when Han Xiao, who had just been struggling on the verge of death, suddenly used her strength and staggered over, step by step, bleeding, and hugged Jiang Chunai tightly!
…A snake’s body was the softest.
So, when she pressed against her, Jiang Chunai was silent for a moment.
“Jiang Chunai,” Han Xiao said, and at the same time, she took Jiang Chunai’s equally bloody hand with her bloody hand. “Look at your own hand, it’s not willing.”
Those crimson-black lines had, at some point, grown even more vigorously, intertwining with each other, like a fine and strange net, slowly covering her wrist.
Suddenly, Han Xiao lifted her eyelashes. Those crimson-black lines, like dark vines growing from the depths of her eyes, stretched out in wisps. Her originally clear eyes were gradually occupied by this crimson-black color, and the lines twisted and expanded.
A sinister aura.
Jiang Chunai endured the discomfort in her heart and wanted to push her away. “I used Zhu Nian.”
Zhu Nian, taken from the meaning of cutting off all threads of love.
“…Oh, you think that by killing the threads of love, we can be considered to have repaid each other and be even?” Han Xiao looked at her gloomily.
Her back was arched, as if she had no bones—just like in the beginning of chaos, when she couldn’t stand up straight.
“I’m telling you, what’s between me and you now is not threads of love,” Han Xiao’s tone was harsh, and it was also like a madwoman’s ravings. “It’s my flesh and blood… it’s attached to you, you know? I can’t leave you—”
“And, Jiang Chunai, you owe me.”
Jiang Chunai could no longer bear it and used all her strength to push Han Xiao to the ground.
Han Xiao hit the leg of the small round table. The plates and dishes on the round table were already teetering on the edge. With this push, they fell straight down, and actually smashed some blood out of Han Xiao’s head.
“What do I owe you? Han Xiao? You killed me, that’s what you owe me!” Jiang Chunai said angrily.
Her messy black hair was strewn across Han Xiao’s eyes.
“Yes, you’re right, this is what I owe you, so you used Zhu Nian to kill me just now… didn’t you?” Han Xiao let out a mocking laugh from her chest, her laughter strange. “Do you still remember the time I saved you and those two people?”
Jiang Chunai knew that Han Xiao was talking about Zhi Zhi and Lan Xu.
“To save you, I used a piece of flesh,” Han Xiao said in a deep voice. “It won’t grow back—didn’t you ask me before, why was there… something missing from my waist?”
Suddenly, Han Xiao stood up again. “So I just used the rest of it. Now, do you know where it is?”
As she spoke, her black hair was loose and flying in the fierce wind. She walked towards Jiang Chunai step by step.
Like a god or ghost from the underworld.
“In your hand.”
Jiang Chunai was horrified and looked down at the green-black ring.
“Between us, it’s not threads of love that connect us, we are entangled in flesh and blood.”