After being reborn in the Mass Grave, she overturned her predecessor's power

In the sky prison, Xiao Qiluo could no longer remember how long she had been locked up here without seeing the sun. She had been hoping that people from the Snow Clan would come and rescue her.

But I never got the chance to wait, and only received one bad news after another.

She felt desperate as she watched her belly grow bigger day by day. It was a shame that she, a saint, was pregnant with a beggar's child.

But she still didn't want to die. As long as she was alive, there was a chance to turn things around.

She was curled up in bed taking a nap when she heard the jailer knocking on the door. "Get up, His Majesty is here."

"Xiao Linfeng..."

She looked at the man outside the door with gritted teeth, only to find that his hair had suddenly turned gray and he looked a lot more aged.

Xiao Linfeng looked at her calmly, "I came here to tell you that the Saint Son of the Snow Clan died at the hands of Jiang Xue Ning."

She pulled her hair in despair, "Impossible... You lied to me..."

He's dead, so who will save her?

Despair spread in her heart. The Xiao family was finished, she was captured, Xue Chen was dead... the main forces of the Snow Clan were basically destroyed.

Is she really going to be locked up here, living her whole life as neither human nor ghost? She absolutely cannot accept this!

She suddenly got up from the bed and rushed over, pulling the chains on her hands and feet so hard that they rustled. "Xiao Linfeng, let me out. I can help you."

Xiao Linfeng took two steps back because of the foul smell emanating from her.

He sneered, "Come on, step into the mirror. Let our Saint recognize her true self."

The jailer opened the door, went in, placed a huge full-length mirror inside, and then stepped out.

"Go look in the mirror and take a good look at yourself now!"

Xiao Qiluo moved forward step by step, brushed away the hair that was blocking her view, and finally saw herself clearly in the mirror.

Her hair was tangled, her clothes were ragged, and she looked fat and ugly, like a woman in her 50s or 60s, without any trace of her former beauty.

"Ah...ah..."

She stroked her face and screamed in despair. This was not her, the ugly woman in the mirror was not her.

Xiao Linfeng sneered, "Oh, the once noble and beautiful saint, now you are like this, do you still have the face to meet those servants under your skirt?"

"I want rouge, I want to wash my hair and take a bath, I want beautiful clothes..."

What Xiao Qiluo is most proud of is her beauty. In order to maintain her youthful beauty, she eats placenta, drinks human blood and uses so-called evil magic.

The youthful beauty that had remained the same for ten years was completely destroyed in an instant.

She simply couldn't accept that the fat, ugly woman in the mirror was herself, and she suffered a mental breakdown.

Xiao Linfeng admired her ugliness and pain, looking down at her, "I am the only one who can help you now."

Xiao Qiluo's pride and spiritual world were completely defeated by herself in the mirror. She crawled on all fours and reached out to grab the corner of his clothes. "As long as you can restore my beauty, I will do anything. I beg you..."

"Is it really all right?"

"Yes."

She had completely surrendered. Xiao Linfeng called the palace maids to help her wash and dress up. He didn't want to talk to someone who smelled bad.

After taking a shower and washing my hair, I dressed up again. Although I was still ugly and fat, I didn't look so scary at least.

Her hands and feet were chained and she was taken to a dark room.

Xiao Linfeng was waiting for her there, "Sit down."

Her mind regained some clarity, and she became more and more confused about the man in front of her.

"What on earth do you want to do by torturing me like this?"

With his temper, if he simply wanted her to die, he would have killed her long ago instead of keeping her alive until now.

Xiao Linfeng hid in the shadows, making it impossible to see the expression on his face.

"The only thing about the Snow Clan that people covet is, of course, the ability to predict the future that is in their blood."

"Hahahaha, so it's for this. I should have thought of it earlier."

She held her stomach and laughed. Who wouldn't want to have the ability to predict the future and use it for their own benefit?

He said coldly, "So if you want to live well and restore your beauty, let me see if the so-called precognitive ability is really that magical."

Xiao Qiluo smiled strangely, "I first awakened when I was seven years old, the second time when I was twelve, and the third time when I was fifteen."

These three times helped the Snow Clan to advance to a higher level. However, with the third severe backlash, her predictive ability ended and could no longer be used.

Xiao Linfeng suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed her neck. "The so-called blood of God has the ability to predict the future. It's just a lie."

He had actually guessed that there must be some restrictions or tricks, otherwise the Snow Clan would have succeeded long ago.

"Haha, you are really smart." She smiled bitterly, "It's a lie and it's not a lie. You really need to be of the Snow Clan bloodline, but you have to pick one out of a thousand. It takes several generations to wait for one, and you can only predict three times at most. If you predict more than that, you will be killed by the backlash. It's not something you can do as you please."

Xiao Linfeng let her go and sneered, "So you are a waste now, what's the point of me keeping you."

Xiao Qiluo, who had just felt like she was alive again, naturally didn't want to die. She touched her already obvious belly, hatred flashing in her eyes, "Maybe this child will inherit my predictive bloodline when it is born."

"How exactly does the so-called bloodline awakening happen?" He warned her, "You'd better tell the truth, or you'll die!"

"I don't know." She shook her head. "I only know that children of the Snow Tribe will go to the ruins of the gods for testing when they turn five. It's a cave hidden under the ice and snow. It's managed by the wizards of the Snow Tribe, and no one else can enter."

As expected, he was talking in a weird way. Xiao Linfeng asked someone to bring paper and pen and put them on the table.

"Draw a route to get out of the Snow Tribe, and write down everything you know about the Snow Tribe."

This was her last trump card. Xiao Qiluo said unwillingly, "If I tell the truth, what good will it do me?"

"If you don't write, you will be punished starting today, and it will start with destroying your face." He coaxed and threatened, "If you tell the truth, I will release you from the prison and let you live in a farm. You will have delicious meals, exquisite clothes, the best rouge and powder, and someone will serve you."

Of course, there is still no freedom, but it is much more comfortable than living in prison now.

She couldn't stand the life in prison any longer. She didn't know when she would die anyway, so she might as well live comfortably.

"I wrote."

She readily agreed and wrote and drew for more than an hour. Xiao Linfeng also kept his word and had her transferred to Mizhuang.

As for the map and the secrets of the Snow Clan that she wrote, after reading them, he called his trusted secret guard and gave the things to him.

"Take some people and go quickly to capture that great wizard for me."

"Yes."

The so-called predictive ability, in a sense, starts the gears of fate turning and changes the fate of many people.

He must uncover the secret, and of course it would be better if he could use it for his own benefit.