Tragic death in the previous life: After rebirth, the sickly prince pampers her every night

"I don't know if the Hundred-Year-Old Wood Heart is so magical and has the effect of bringing the dead back to life. I heard that the ghost woman became immortal after eating the Hundred-Year-Old Wood Heart."

"If Bai Nian Mu Xin hadn't been here, I wouldn't have come here at all. It's too evil. I heard that the Demon Lord is a blood demon, the most evil creature in the demon clan."

Jun Yichen's face was gloomy.

Yang Susu reached out and held his large hand, smiling softly at him.

He also had a helpless smile on his face.

The smile in her eyes deepened. In this life, her little wooden boy could smile.

So handsome, gentle, elegant, and outstanding.

They had been in Yanjiang for quite some time and had heard a lot of news.

The hundred-year-old wood heart is on the Tianhuo Mountain.

Yanjiang is so hot because of this volcano.

There is a river on Tianhuoshan Mountain, and the water of the river is surging. It is said that the water here is so turbulent that it flows to the Styx in Hell.

The river is too wide and no one can cross it on normal days.

However, if the heartwood of the hundred-year-old tree matures, a wooden bridge will appear on the river, allowing people to cross the river and reach the other side.

The Hundred-Year-Old Wood Heart is actually a fruit grown on a sacred tree in an unknown year.

It takes a hundred years to sprout, a hundred years to shade, a hundred years to bloom, and a hundred years to bear fruit. It has the power to bring the dead back to life.

The news that the hundred-year-old wood heart would mature soon spread throughout the four countries.

More and more people come to Yanjiang, just to fight for this holy fruit.

They say this is a holy fruit.

But Yanjiang is different from other places. They believe in the Demon Lord, the only blood demon of the demon clan.

There is a folk story circulating in Yanjiang.

A long, long time ago, when the four kingdoms were not yet divided and unified, there was a severe drought in Yanjiang. The sun was scorching, the land was dry and cracked, everything was withered, and there were starving people everywhere.

That was hell on earth.

The people of Yanjiang prayed to the heavens, the earth, and the Buddha, but no one cared about them.

It seemed as if the people here were forgotten by heaven, earth, and everyone else, and no one was willing to lend a hand to help them.

Finally, they could only eat each other and kill each other to fill their stomachs.

At that time, Yanjiang was in such a miserable state that it was no exaggeration to call it Avici Hell.

Later, a demon passed by here.

People were afraid of demons and evil things, but they had experienced something scarier than demons, so they were no longer afraid of demons.

They thought the devil would kill them.

This is good, they are freed.

But the demon brought water from the Henghe River to save them.

They were abandoned by the world, but they survived because of this blood demon.

Yanjiang is no longer dry because of the water from Henghe River.

From then on, they only believed in the Demon Lord - Blood Demon.

The people of Yanjiang can sacrifice their lives for the Demon Lord.

Jun Yichen lowered his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

From under the restaurant came the strange sound of drums and music, accompanied by flutes and the ringing of soul-stirring copper bells.

"Ghost wives go out on the streets, ghost girls offer sacrifices, outsiders should give way three steps, if you provoke ghosts, your soul will be lost..."

The soul-stirring vocal music entered the restaurant, becoming louder and louder, with a strange and soul-stirring feeling.

"Asi, it's a ghost woman parading in the streets, a ghost woman offering sacrifice, come with me and take a look."

Yeluzhu grabbed Murongsi's hand and walked downstairs.

After walking a few steps, he looked back at Yang Susu and Jun Yichen.

"Aren't you going to go and have a look?"

Yang Susu took Jun Yichen's hand and smiled faintly: "My husband is weak and can't stand crowding. We can just watch from the windowsill."

Yeluzhu rolled his eyes.

Jun Yichen is weak?

Forget it, when it comes to fighting, he is the most ruthless.

Everyone upstairs ran downstairs, and the place became empty in an instant.

Jun Yichen still had his eyes lowered, not knowing what he was thinking. Even such a big commotion did not bring his thoughts back.

"Your Majesty?"

Yang Susu called out, and seeing that he didn't listen, she leaned closer and took a sip of her drink on his fair, cold cheek.

This sweet kiss brought Jun Yichen back to his senses, and his expression paused.

"Su'er?"

Yang Susu placed her hands on the table, stretched her neck slightly, looked at him tenderly with her beautiful eyes, and curved her lips: "What is your Highness thinking about? You didn't even notice such a big commotion. Are you so absorbed in your thoughts?"

Jun Yichen was shocked to find that the building was deserted and strange music could be heard from downstairs.

Yang Susu moved closer to him, her eyes sparkling, and the flower on her forehead was even more charming, as if it had come alive.

"Your Highness has been distracted today. Could it be that he is thinking about what happened last night?"

Suddenly, Jun Yichen's fair face was stained with a rare blush. He stretched out his hand to pinch her wrist, pulled her into his arms, hugged her slender waist, and breathed warm air into her neck: "Su'er, I am a demon. You are always like this. What if the demonic nature of this deity is activated?"

Yang Susu giggled: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, I am a saint, I will enlighten you."

"What were you thinking about just now, Your Majesty?"

Jun Yichen's face flashed with confusion: "I am searching my memory. As far as I can remember, I have never helped Yan Jiang. Why do they believe in me?"

"It's okay if you can't remember. It shows that even though you are the Demon Lord, you still have a kind heart."

Jun Yichen laughed helplessly.

He had not forgotten how he killed those innocent people when he lost control.

How can a demon have a good heart?

"My Lord, come on, let's go see the Lord of Yanjiang, the ghost woman and the ghost girl."

Yang Susu held Jun Yichen's hand and walked towards the window sill.

She lay on the windowsill, he leaned on the edge, and they both lowered their eyes and looked down.

The witch clears the way, hundreds of ghosts carry the coffin, and evil spirits welcome it.

At the front of the team stood a witch, waving a golden staff in her hand, sprinkling paper money and chanting something.

"Ghost wives go out on the streets, ghost girls offer sacrifices, outsiders should give way three steps, if you provoke ghosts, your soul will be lost..."

Behind him were hundreds of people dressed like ghosts in shorts and shorts, with red ropes tied around their waists and weird makeup on their faces. They were carrying two coffins, one large and one small, and were walking strangely in the middle.

Behind them are the costumes of various demons and evil creatures, including fox demons, wolf demons, long-tongued ghosts, etc.

If it wasn't in broad daylight, everyone would have really thought they were in the underworld.

There were soldiers on both sides maintaining order and not letting people get close.

Yang Susu and Jun Yichen both looked into the coffins, one large and one small.

The coffin has no lid and is made of fine sandalwood, exuding a trembling wood fragrance.

On top of the large coffin, a woman sat cross-legged inside, with a red veil on her face, her true appearance could not be seen clearly, her eyebrows were willow-like, her eyes were foxy, her skin was white as jade, her upper body was a blood-red navel-baring short dress, revealing her white and tender slender waist, and her lower body was a light gauze skirt that dragged on the ground. Just one glance at her could make a man imagine a lot, she was really a beauty that could overwhelm the whole city.