However, Song Cheng did not give up, but propped himself on his elbow, pondering and organizing the known information, trying to find some sort of plan.

When the Yin Qi subsided, the taboos each fell into slumber.

When the Yin Qi surged, the activities of the taboos intensified and, upon revival, they began expanding their territory.

Logically inferring, the purpose of expanding their territory was very likely to gain more Yin Qi.

It was like a gluttonous snake crawling upon the earth, roaming and consuming clumps of Yin Qi.

The more Yin Qi it consumed, the larger the gluttonous snake grew.

Big snakes eat little snakes, and after eating, they grow even larger.

This was the most likely way taboos grew stronger, or at least one of them.

Despite Tang River Village being so close to Shanghe County, Song Cheng had not seen a single ghost servant of Yune; although Shanghe County was not attacked by ghost servants these past few days, his eyes mysteriously shed bloody tears...

Both points were enough to corroborate his speculation.

Yune, the little snake, was being eaten, struggling desperately.

The big snake, in order to devour the little snake, temporarily delayed the siege on the city; and he, who was closely connected to Yune, also suffered injury.

Flickering candlelight, the young man pondered.

Perhaps he already had an answer in the depths of his heart.

But the only morality he possessed was desperately hiding that answer, making it difficult for him to speak.

Suddenly, he saw An Chenyu opposite him show a look of surprise.

Song Cheng was startled and hurried to his feet, walking quickly to the copper mirror in Miss An's boudoir to look inside...

He felt a chill crawl across his scalp.

In the mirror, his pupils that were gathered in the middle, were splitting apart as if the tadpoles huddled together began to drift to the surrounding areas. Black and white chaotically intermingled, spreading across his entire eyeball as if it were wrapped in a layer of "zebra stripes," as if many tiny pupils had appeared in his eyes.

A burning sensation came again, and two trails of blood once more flowed from his eyes.

His vision began to change once again, wildly fluctuating between "1 degree" and "thousands of degrees" of myopia, like a roller coaster, rising and falling, inducing dizziness.

The young man braced himself on the table with both hands, bowed his head, closed his eyes, and then sharply shook his head, trying to shake off this uncomfortable feeling.

Just then, he heard the sound of a door creaking open behind him.

Miss An hurried out.

The door closed again.

Song Cheng called out, "Sister An?"

No one responded.

'An Chenyu ran away? Did I scare her?'

Song Cheng clenched his fist.

But this suspicion did not last long, as the sound of the door opening quickly came again, footsteps approached, accompanied by the voices of two women conversing.

"Sister Jia, what's wrong with Song Cheng?" An Chenyu's voice came through.

She hadn't run away in fear, but had quickly gone to find Tong Jia, who had the closest relationship to Song Cheng.

Tong Jia shook her head repeatedly, then she and An Chenyu helped Song Cheng lie on the couch, and then... Madam Tong sat by the side, taking his pulse, inspecting him.

After all that, she found nothing.

Not a sign of any illness, it could even be said there was no disease, no problem whatsoever.

The only issue was that Song Cheng's eyes were given by Yune.

Madam Tong suddenly also understood: something had happened to Yune.

And while the two women were anxious, the scattered pupils in Song Cheng's eyes suddenly came back together, with only a slightly peculiar blur around the edges, like the pattern that forms when ink drops on rice paper.

"I'm fine."

Song Cheng said, while also looking around.

Sure enough, his vision had decreased, but it was only a bit blurry when looking at things, still manageable.

Then, he looked at Miss An and said, "I'm sorry for scaring you."

An Chenyu shook her head and said, "I wasn't afraid. Even if you tell me you're a ghost, as long as you still remember me, know our relationship, then we are still husband and wife."

Song Cheng said, "I'm not a ghost..."

Having said that, he paused for a moment, then proceeded to recount the incident with Yune in detail.

After finishing the whole story, he smiled self-deprecatingly: "I'm actually blind."

As the seven words fell, he saw An Chenyu's favorability suddenly jump, from 96 to 99.

Song Cheng: ???

Miss An said gently, "I understand," then looked at Song Cheng with a rare gaze, and then said, "It seems that Yune has encountered trouble."

Song Cheng nodded.

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Then, he saw a cold gleam flash across An Chenyu's eyes, not a cold aimed at him, but like that of a Chess Player pondering their next move, "abandoning all humanity for a moment of icy calculation."

He suddenly thought of Guan Xi.

When An Chenyu had dispatched Guan Xi in the fratricide, had she also engaged in such contemplation?

Before long, An Chenyu's gaze slightly lowered as she said indifferently, "Song, what would you say... if we found a way to connect the canal to Tang River, what about that?"

This statement was so cold that it was devoid of any warmth, causing Fierce Madam to shiver involuntarily upon hearing it.

Connecting the canal to Tang River would mean sending evil spirits to the north and south of the great river.

The consequences were unimaginable.

An Chenyu spoke indifferently, "Song, we can't view the present with the eyes of the past.

The world has changed, and if we can't adapt to it, and find the opportunity to get stronger in the process, you will become someone else's stepping stone.

Yune has a deep connection with you—at least I've never heard of anyone being bestowed with eyes by an evil spirit.

If that is the case, her becoming stronger can only benefit you."

Madam Tong was startled as she said, "But, but if we do that…"

An Chenyu calmly stated, "In a Chaotic World, there is a Ghost Tide, which ghost isn't a ghost, and who can eradicate them?

In the end, isn't it just like rearing gu to produce a ghost king, similar to the emperor who reigns over the Imperial City?

If that's the case, why not replace them with a ghost that is better for Song, better for us?"

Could it be that not the sunlit world, but the underworld is choosing its emperor now?

If Yune rises to power, our merit will be that of serving a big man.

Princes and generals, is there any kind in them?"

The dignified and graceful beauty spoke with ambition that only ambitious individuals harbor. Her calm tone, however, hid an uncontrollable murderous intent, and inside her exquisite body was a Chess Player with the heart of a monster.

Chess Players, fond of exchange.

Life and death pass through their hands like dust, leaving not a trace in their hearts.

All for... the ultimate success or failure.

Tong Jia was completely dumbfounded.

With her intelligence, she had never even considered Miss An's words; not only had she not considered them, but upon hearing them, she now felt an immense panic, fear...

An Chenyu said, "Song, this is just an idea I talked about. Whether it can succeed is not so easy.

The construction of the canal has just begun, and now it has been struck by the Ghost Tide.

After the Ghost Tide recedes, we still have to stuff our own people into the canal project and quietly link it to Tang River afterward. This will take who knows how much effort and whether it can succeed.

It's better that we start first, and when it comes to the last step, you can make the decision."

She closed her eyes briefly, then opened them again and added, "I believe, we're not the only ones who would do such a thing.

Even without the close connection provided by the gifted eyes, this world is vast, and there will always be others with connections to evil spirits, who are then used by some person or power.

In times like these, we must be the knife and the chopping block, not the fish meat."

A whirlwind of complex emotions flashed through Song Cheng's mind.

The boudoir had become a place of scheming.

After a long while, Song Cheng said, "Sister An, I want to find a secluded and safe place to take you, Madam Tong, and Ying, and live out our days in peace.

Evil spirits have their power, and the Human World has its Cultivation Techniques. As long as we are strong, we should be able to protect ourselves and survive.

To strive in a Chaotic World is like entering a meat grinder, especially now when it is like entering two such grinders.

Whether we can survive or not is uncertain."

An Chenyu supported her chin as she looked at him, and then said, "Song, you are my man, so I will listen to you.

However, me making some quiet arrangements should be alright, right?"

Song Cheng nodded.

Suddenly, he was taken aback because he saw that his favorability with An Chenyu had actually reached 100.

The first change came from knowing his relationship with the evil spirit and his not hiding it.

The second change, was it because he had his own judgment and was appreciated for it?

Behind the red gauze curtains, Miss An glanced at Madam Tong and whispered, "Tonight, let my husband spend the night with me."

Madam Tong felt she had finally returned to a realm she could cope with, so she laughed, sat down by the bedstead, and said, "Sister An, such a great beauty, he's getting a bargain."

Having said that, she ran off.

...

After a long while, the two bathed and changed clothes.

The cold and stunning Miss An undid the man's laces, mounted him with a turn, clutched his shoulders like grasping ropes, her willow brows slightly furrowed, her lips moaning softly, and she galloped away...

The night, fiery hot.

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