I was killed by my relatives, and I am reborn to be ruthless.

At this critical moment of life and death, an agile and determined figure passed by the edge of He Tianhong's sight like a gust of wind, blocking him squarely in front of the place where he was about to be touched by the vicious spell.

The spell, carrying with it the endless darkness that devoured the soul, had originally targeted He Tianhong as its prey, but unexpectedly someone showed up halfway and forcibly transferred the bad luck to another person.

He Tianhong's pupils suddenly dilated, his eyes filled with a mixture of disbelief and fear.

He tried to call out, but his voice was stuck in his throat, and he could only utter one word tremblingly: "You——"

His hand seemed to reach out instinctively, trying to stop this sudden change, but in the end he was a step too late.

The spell mercilessly penetrated the brave figure, turning into a ray of faint light and sinking deeply into her skin, as if to devour her soul.

"No, fellow Taoist! You...why are you doing this..." He Tianhong's voice was full of regret and self-blame. Almost at the same time, he leaped forward and used all his strength to stabilize the strange woman who was shaking due to the impact of the talisman.

The woman's body seemed extremely weak in his arms, as if she would disappear into thin air at any time.

After he settled the woman down steadily and looked at her carefully in the dim light, he found that she was a strange woman with a pretty face and eyes that revealed determination and fearlessness.

Although He Tianhong was not familiar with her face, her selfless and righteous spirit made him feel unprecedented shock and emotion.

"My fellow Taoist, you and I have never met before. Why did you stand up so recklessly and bear the terrible power of this soul-stealing talisman for me? Do you know that once you are corroded by this talisman, you will lose your soul and become a walking corpse!"

He Tianhong's voice contained both admiration for the woman and deep remorse for his inability to protect her.

The woman tried her best to support herself, and forced a smile on her lips. That smile contained endless tenderness and tenacity, as if she was conveying a kind of silent power to He Tianhong.

Her eyes, even at this moment of life and death, still sparkled with an unyielding light, a desire for life and a struggle against fate.

"Second brother, I don't regret it."

She spoke softly, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth, but was extremely clear and firm.

These words, like a thunderclap, exploded in He Tianhong's heart, causing ripples.

He stared at the woman in a daze, his brain seemed to be emptied by an invisible force and became blank.

"Second brother..." This name is both familiar and unfamiliar to him.

As far as he could remember, only his elder brother He Tianzong would call him so affectionately in this world.

However, it has been more than ten years since his eldest brother passed away. The long-lost voice of "Second Brother" sounded again, filling his heart with indescribable shock and confusion.

He carefully looked at the woman in front of him. That face was completely unfamiliar to him, and he did not feel the slightest bit familiar. But her eyes and her tone made him involuntarily feel an inexplicable sense of intimacy.

Questions in his mind surged like a tide, and he wanted to get to the bottom of it, but when he saw the woman's face, as pale as paper and bloodless, all his questions were suppressed.

He knew that now was not the time to pursue these matters. The most important task at hand was to save the woman's life and remove the power of the spell on her body. Only in this way could they escape from this dangerous place and find a safe refuge.

"Don't talk and conserve your strength." He Tianhong's voice was low and firm. He quickly adjusted his state and prepared to cast the spell to break the curse.

He knew that removing the curse was not easy, and required extremely high cultivation and precise control. But he could no longer care about that. For the woman in front of him who might have a close connection with him, he was willing to make every effort.

He Tianhong slowly raised his right hand, and placed his two slender fingers lightly on the center of his eyebrows.

This is a unique summoning ritual for the talisman master, preparing to guide the spiritual power hidden deep in the body to emerge, transforming into the vital natal talisman pen that is connected to his mind. For him, this is not only a display of skills, but also a respect and salvation for life.

As his mind moved, the spiritual power in He Tianhong's body began to surge slowly, like streams gathering into a river, ready to break free from the shackles and turn into substance.

He knew that after practicing for so long, he could use his spiritual power to shape the most handy talisman pen at will. Not only could such a talisman pen be controlled freely, but it also matched his mind perfectly, making the drawn talismans twice as powerful and of extraordinary quality.

However, at this critical moment, a slightly rough hand with traces of time gently placed on his wrist. The thin calluses on the back of the hand were slightly visible, revealing the owner's extraordinary experience and tenacity.

Although Zhao Yun's voice was weak, it was filled with a gentleness that could not be refused: "Second brother, no need, I have my own way to deal with it. Believe me, it will be fine in a while."

Hearing this, although He Tianhong was reluctant, he had to stop his actions temporarily.

He deliberately ignored the name that made his heart tremble and focused on the crisis at hand.

He turned to look at Zhao Yun, his worried eyes full of disapproval: "Don't be so stubborn. Although the soul-stealing talisman is not the best of our sect, it was carefully refined by me and its power should not be underestimated. You are so weak at the moment. If you don't remove it in time, the consequences will be disastrous."

Zhao Yun's smile became even more bitter when she heard this. She tried to explain, but the fatigue and powerlessness that surged from deep within her body overwhelmed her like a tide.

The spell was like an abyss with great suction, constantly devouring her physical and spiritual power, making it extremely difficult for her to even speak.

"I...I..." She uttered a few words with difficulty, and finally could only let out a helpless bitter smile and shook her head.

Seeing this, He Tianhong became even more anxious.

He knew that time was running out and any delay could put Zhao Yun in a more dangerous situation.

He took a deep breath and prepared to use his spiritual power again, but Zhao Yun grabbed his hand with all her strength, her eyes full of determination and trust: "Second brother, trust me, I have my own arrangements. Take care of yourself first, and we will leave here together."

At this moment, He Tianhong read many stories and emotions from Zhao Yun's eyes that he had never understood.

He no longer insisted, but chose to believe this woman who stood up at the critical moment. He gently patted the back of Zhao Yun's hand to comfort her: "Okay, I believe you. But you have to promise me that if you feel any discomfort, tell me immediately."

"Okay. Do you have any soul-restoring pills? Give me one."