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"break!"

Following her angry shout, the talisman on the ground remained motionless, and the expected miracle did not occur.

"Did I draw it wrong?" A trace of despair flashed in Mu Qianxi's eyes, but she quickly cheered up and continued to draw the next talisman. She was anxious, her forehead was covered with sweat, and she bit the wound on her finger a little deeper, and continued to draw the talisman with blood. Once, twice, three times, she tried again and again...

"Mu Qianxi, that's enough..." Leng Che looked at the symbols drawn with her blood all over the ground. Seeing her hurt herself again and again to get blood, his heart felt like it was being crushed by a wheel. It became extremely difficult to breathe. "I said enough, did you hear me? It's useless!"

No one knew better than him that her spiritual power was almost zero. Even if she could draw the talisman to break the formation correctly, without the talisman paper as a carrier, she would definitely not be able to perform it with her tiny strength.

"I must have drawn it wrong! I'll try again, it will work!" But she was so anxious that she didn't listen to his advice at all, and she drew bright red symbols on the floor with her fingers again and again. She bit her ten fingers and blood kept oozing out, but she seemed to be unconscious. She only knew that this was the only way to save him, and she must save him!

However, all efforts were in vain, and none of the talismans drawn on the ground were effective.

She was obviously the one who was most afraid of pain, but at this moment, she seemed to have lost her sense of pain, and kept trying again and again, as if she was a walking corpse and didn't know pain. Looking at her scarred and bloody hands, Lengche's eyes gradually turned red, and the blood seemed to dye through his eyes, making his heart clenched tightly, and his reason almost collapsed.

He couldn't bear to watch her hurt herself anymore, so he shouted angrily: "Mu Qianxi! That's enough!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he could no longer withstand the continuous damage brought by the talisman array and immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.

Hearing his voice, Mu Qianxi finally came back to her senses from her extreme nervousness and loss of control, and looked up at him. He quickly reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, but Zhang Yingjun's pale face was still left with blood stains that could not be wiped off, which she saw.

Mu Qianxi's eyes instantly became moist and misty. She bit her lips tightly to hold back her tears, her heart filled with regret and self-blame, wondering why she was so useless, and none of the talismans she drew had any effect.

"It's all my fault! My memory is always so bad! I can't even remember a talisman! I trapped you here! Leng Che, are you in pain?..."

"It doesn't hurt." He shook his head, trying to hide the pain in his body and comfort her. In fact, seeing her hands so bruised for him, the pain in his heart was even worse.

Unspeakable heartache was raging, blocking him from speaking. He glanced out the window, paused for a moment, and when he spoke again, his voice was much weaker, almost pleading: "Mu Qianxi, please leave here. I beg you, okay."

"Leng Che! Do you know that I fucking hate you for doing this the most!" Mu Qianxi finally couldn't hold it in any longer, tears streaming down her face like crazy, her accusatory words filled with heartache and unwillingness, "You say it doesn't hurt even when it hurts, and you push people away even when you're helpless! Do you fucking have a tendency to self-abuse? You wanted to hide by yourself when you were hurt before, and now you want to die alone! You want to die, right? I won't let you have your way!"

Mu Qianxi became more and more emotional, her body trembling slightly from crying. After she finished speaking, she bit her finger hard again without hesitation, and blood immediately gushed out. She ignored the pain and quickly drew another spell on the ground, begging loudly.

"Eleventh Prince, please save Leng Che! I can exchange my life for another's. It doesn't matter if you burn me to death to remove the poison between us!"

Tears kept streaming down her cheeks and her pleading voice was choked with sobs.

"Send the note, go!" When she said the last word, it was as if all her strength was drained away. She collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath like a fish out of water.

Miraculously, the talisman that had just been drawn actually flashed a dazzling golden light, and then disappeared in the blink of an eye. It seemed to really carry her prayers and hopes to find the eleventh palace she mentioned.

Mu Qianxi's face was still wet with tears, but her eyes seemed to be lit up by something. She struggled to support her weak body and said to him in surprise: "Leng Che, it works! Did you see it? The Eleventh Palace will definitely come to save us!"

As an ordinary person with no spiritual power, forcibly driving the talisman without talisman paper as a carrier would cause considerable harm to her body and mind.

She didn't know this, she only knew that she had to do everything to save him. But he was the only one who knew that the Eleventh Prince was imprisoned right in front of her.

At the speed at which the illusion was collapsing, he wouldn't be able to hold on until nightfall in the real world, and it would be impossible for him to recover the divine power of the Eleventh Palace.

This was a deadly situation, but how could he bear to tell her the truth? He was terribly afraid that she would take even more extreme actions for him.

The balcony began to fall apart, gradually being swallowed by endless darkness. It wouldn't be long before they fell into the boundless void, and their bodies would die completely in the real world.

"Why hasn't he come yet... Why hasn't he come yet..." The eleventh palace hadn't shown up yet, and Mu Qianxi was so anxious that she didn't know what to do. It was as if she had fallen from heaven to hell again. For the first time, she felt powerless, and tears kept pouring out uncontrollably. She could never watch Leng Che die.

"Mu Qianxi, don't cry..." The tears seemed to hit his heart, making him flustered.

The last time he was so helpless was because he accidentally made her cry by saying something harsh. And this time she cried because of him.

Leng Che lowered his eyes to look at her, and coaxed her softly with a gentle voice: "He will come, I'll wait for him here. You go out and wait for me first? He will come."

"I don't want it! You've lied to me so many times today! I will never believe you again today! I'm just sitting here and not going anywhere!" Mu Qianxi sobbed and accused him, while wiping her tears angrily and began to talk nonsense, "If I leave on my own, people will definitely think that I hurt you, and then I won't be able to explain myself even if I have ten mouths! Don't hurt me! If I have to live the rest of my life with the crime of being ungrateful, I might as well die!"

Leng Che didn't know whether to cry or laugh after hearing this. His usually cold black eyes were filled with endless tenderness at this moment. He said helplessly, "How can you be so delusional..."

"Actually, I just can't watch you die. To me, you are very, very, very important. Leng Che, I can't watch the person I love disappear." She sat beside him, sobbing, her eyes red like a little rabbit, and she was as stubborn as a donkey, refusing to leave no matter what. "Anyway, I'm tired and can't walk anymore. I'm not going anywhere. Unless you come out and carry me away."

Leng Che's heart softened. He was afraid that she would be sad, but he was even more afraid that something bad would happen to her. How could he bear to let her die with him?

He had to find a way to get her to leave.

Just when Leng Che made up his mind to drive her away, the cleaning lady who had pulled them into the illusion suddenly appeared. She sniffed the scent of blood in the air excitedly, staring at Mu Qianxi with greed and madness in her eyes.

The collapse of the world stopped.

"F*ck, let him go!" Mu Qianxi saw her appear, and struggled to get up and tried to grab her.

"If I die, there will be no hope for him." She was calm and composed, with a strange smile on her face. "Make a deal with me and I'll let him go."

"What deal?" Mu Qianxi asked through gritting her teeth.

"Mu Qianxi, don't listen to her, leave now!" Leng Che blurted out, his face full of anxiety and uneasiness, his expression was extremely serious. If it weren't for this damn talisman formation, he would definitely rush out immediately to stop her.

Mu Qianxi acted as if she didn't hear it and continued standing there motionless.

"I want you to share some of your life with me. For those who are trapped and died in the illusion, I can only get one tenth of their life. But you are different." The man conjured up a tattered oil lamp in his palm, and then threw a knife to her feet. "As long as you are willing to drip your blood on the candlelight of the Yang-Transforming Lamp, I can get all of your transferred life."

Mu Qianxi looked down at the knife, then looked at the person in front of her, and almost immediately asked, "Do you keep your word?"

"Of course." She answered very simply.

After receiving a positive answer, Mu Qianxi picked up the knife on the ground and cut her wrist without hesitation. Instantly, a sharp pain came over her, but she clenched her teeth tightly, endured the pain, and let the blood flow out of the wound.

One drop, two drops, three drops... the blood kept dripping into the burning sun-turning lamp...