Bind to the fake death system, the goddess turned into a black yandere for me

As soon as Ling Shuangxue finished speaking, Shen An felt his eyes go dark.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a dark and damp dungeon.

Shen An looked around.

The walls were covered with all kinds of creepy torture instruments, casting shadows in the dim candlelight.

Although Ling Shuangxue's eyes were covered with white gauze, she seemed to know this place very well.

Her fingers gently stroked the torture instruments on the wall, her movements graceful and precise.

"Let me think, where should I start?"

She murmured to herself, "Maybe this?"

Shen An watched Ling Shuangxue's hand stop on the terrible torture instrument.

He felt a little scared.

"Oh my god, this thing looks like it's not easy to mess with..."

He smiled bitterly in his heart.

"That's great. I'm afraid I'm going to die here."

Seeing Ling Shuangxue about to remove the torture device, Shen An couldn't help shouting in his heart:

"Hey! System! You bastard! Get out! I'm going to write a suicide note!"

"Just write: I, Shen An, male, 28 years old, died young."

"Cause of death: cut into pieces by a crazy fairy."

"Oh, by the way, one more sentence: My Steam account password is..."

Just as Shen An was madly complaining in his mind, Ling Shuangxue's movements suddenly stopped.

She turned slowly and gently stroked Shen An's cheek with her fingers.

Shen An froze in place, not daring to move.

Ling Shuangxue's expression suddenly became soft, even with a hint of fragility.

"Is it you?"

She asked softly, her voice full of uncertainty.

"Are you...are you back?"

Shen An was stunned, not knowing how to respond.

Ling Shuangxue's fingers wandered over his face, as if confirming something.

Her voice was trembling:

"Or... am I hallucinating again?"

"I..."

Shen An was about to speak, but he didn't know what to say.

Ling Shuangxue's hand suddenly withdrew, and the gentleness on her face disappeared instantly.

Instead, it was replaced by coldness and vigilance.

"No, you can't be him."

She said coldly, "It seems that our game has to continue."

Shen An's heart sank when he heard Ling Shuangxue's cold words.

At this moment, the voice of the system suddenly sounded in his mind:

"Host, the situation is not good..."

"Nonsense! Did you just realize it now?"

The system was silent for a while, and then said cautiously: "That... Host, why don't you continue to read the suicide note?"

Shen An almost fainted:

"Hey! You conscienceless system! Can't you think of a way at this time?"

At this moment, Ling Shuangxue suddenly said: "Who are you talking to?"

Shen An and the system were silent at the same time.

Shen An smiled but didn't smile. He tried to keep his voice steady:

"Senior, I'm just talking to myself."

When Ling Shuangxue heard this, her movements suddenly stopped.

She put down the torture instruments in her hand and reached out to touch Shen An's face again.

Her fingers trembled slightly, as if she was confirming something.

"Is it... really not my illusion?"

Ling Shuangxue murmured to herself, her voice full of confusion.

"Your tone... is exactly the same as his..."

Shen An felt that Ling Shuangxue seemed to be in a strange state.

Her emotions became more confused, but with a morbid obsession.

Her fingers wandered on Shen An's face, as if to engrave every inch of the outline into her memory.

This strange atmosphere lasted for a long time.

Shen An did not dare to act rashly, and could only let Ling Shuangxue touch his face.

Finally, Ling Shuangxue seemed to come back to her senses.

She took a step back, and her voice returned to its previous indifference: "Come, take him away."

With this order, several guards walked into the dungeon and escorted Shen An away.

On the way to being taken away, Shen An carefully observed the surrounding environment.

He found that the atmosphere of the Sword Sect was very different from what he remembered.

The entire sect was shrouded in a solemn and murderous atmosphere.

"What exactly happened here?"

Shen An thought to himself.

"What exactly has this small world experienced, why did Ling Shuangxue become possessed by the devil?"

Shen An walked into the room and was stunned for a moment.

The room was spacious and bright, with elegant decoration.

A large carved bed occupied a corner of the room.

There were several landscape paintings hanging on the wall, and various classics were placed on the bookshelf.

The coffee table was filled with exquisite tea sets.

"It seems that the place where I was imprisoned last time has been upgraded a lot."

Just then, he noticed several thick iron chains hanging on the head of the bed.

Shen An raised his eyebrows:

"Huh? Why is this prop still here? Are you afraid that I will run away?"

The system suddenly said: "Maybe...Ling Shuangxue thinks it has commemorative significance?"

"Come on, do you want this commemorative significance?"

"Seriously, do you know why Ling Shuangxue became possessed? What happened to this small world after I left?"

The system was silent for a while, then slowly said:

"According to the information I collected, Ling Shuangxue became possessed by love."

"Being possessed by love?" Shen An asked in surprise, "Isn't she the cold and frosty Sword Master? "

Just as Shen An was chatting with the system, the door was suddenly pushed open.

A sharp cold wind mixed with ice spiritual power blew in his face, instantly filling the entire room.

He didn't need to look back to know who was coming.

"Ling Shuangxue..." He muttered in his heart.

He took a deep breath and turned around slowly.

Ling Shuangxue stood at the door, wearing a white dress whiter than snow, and long hair like a waterfall.

Her face was still beautiful, but there was a hint of madness and persistence in her eyes.

At this moment, the white veil in front of her eyes had been removed.

The cold eyes were staring at Shen An, as if to devour him.