Chapter 1: The Return of the Demon Queen >

ge of the Demon Forest.Mo Wu lay on the ground, her clothes slashed to shreds by the sword, blood staining them crimson.Compared to the pain of the body, the pain of the heart is greater."For... why d...Chapter 1: The Demon's Return

Night, silent and soundless.

Suddenly, a scream pierced the edge of the Demon Forest.

Mo Wu lay on the ground, her clothes slashed to shreds by the sword, blood staining them crimson.

Compared to the pain of the body, the pain of the heart is greater.

"For... why did he do this to me He promised me, as long as I betrayed the Mohist School and deceived my grandfather, he would marry me. Why didn't he keep his word... why did he lie to me..."

"A person's true value lies in self-knowledge. The Third Prince is from a noble family, intelligent and unparalleled in wisdom. How could he possibly marry someone like you As for you, relying on the status of a prominent daughter of the Mo family, you dare to fawn over him, trying to climb onto the bed of the Third Prince Don't even look at yourself and see what you truly are!" The man laughed, sneering at the woman before him.

At the peak of her youth, with a graceful figure, even though she was now disheveled and distressed, her delicate frame still evoked longing. However, her face was covered by a veil, obscuring most of it.

Phantom Orchid, demon world's strange grass. It lives for thirty years before producing one leaf, another thirty years to grow another leaf, and yet another thirty years to bloom a flower. The flowers are pitch-black as ink, the size of a copper coin. Though they are harmless, once touched, they will conjure phantom images on a person's face.

And the youngest daughter of the Mo family, Mo Wu, was given a ghost orchid when she was born. Even though she wears a veil every day, one can still see traces of ink on her face.

Ugly as a ghost, with the face of Zhong Kui.

Most importantly, with insufficient talent, let alone cultivation, even the spirit is absent. He's simply a failure!

"Climb onto his bed Ha..."

With a light chuckle, Mo Wu couldn't stop trembling.

Mu Baichuan, you are so cruel!

In the beginning, you said that as long as I took out the Mo Wen Ling, you would come to the Mo family to marry me and ensure peace for my family. But what happened You used my hand to destroy my home! Even today, you disdain to see me, only sending a lackey to dismiss me!

You, you animal! You liar!

"Mu! Bai! Chuan! I, Mo Wu, will chase you throughout this life and the next, for eternity. I will never let you go……ah——!"

"Your Highness is kind and merciful, how could you allow this treacherous slander"

As they spoke, another palm strike came. Mo Wu struggled to dodge. But the man grabbed her hair and pulled her up, slamming her head against a nearby rock.

'Bang!'

A muffled sound rang out, flowers scattered, and the ink dance vanished without a trace of life in an instant.

The man was taken aback, then stood up.

"Dead Well, that's good! A few days ago you offended the son of Marquis Yinshan, so I kept you here and now I will send your corpse to him. It'll be a favor to the young master!"

The man spoke, then picked up a knife and pointed it at Mo Wu's dirty face, saying softly:

"Miss Mo, you can't blame me! These were all ordered by the Third Prince personally... And the Third Prince said he wanted to peel off your skin and take it back, so that the doctors in the mansion could have a look. Who knows, there might even be some unexpected benefits."

As they spoke, the blade tip grazed Mo Wu's forehead wound, which was still dripping blood, poised to slice down...

But just then, it suddenly stopped.

The man was taken aback. At that moment, he saw a small hand covered in blood suddenly grab the tip of the blade!

"You..."

The man stared in disbelief, his eyes widening. He was met with a pair of slow-opening eyes…

Those eyes glittered like stars, yet held a chilling glint of malice and wickedness.

There is still half the heartbreak left!

The man was startled and instinctively stepped back.

"You... you killed! He was fast, he killed!"

A few people who had been standing as the backdrop heard the sound and immediately rushed forward!

The snow-white blade gleamed in the moonlight, flashing brilliantly. Mo Wu flipped slightly, dodging with ease.

Then, a black shadow suddenly rose before my eyes. In the blink of an eye... there was only deathly silence.

The man stood there, motionless, holding a knife.

After realizing what had happened, I looked down and saw bodies everywhere. There was no sign of life left.

Then, he raised his head and saw a scene that would stay with him forever...

But only to see, the moment before still held in his palm, now stood not far ahead.

Facing away, she was stretching her slender limbs, each joint cracking softly with a "pop" as it moved. Then slowly she turned...

Under the moonlight, a veil concealed her face, but her eyes shone with startling brilliance.

She turned her head slightly, glancing around, then shifted her gaze and fixed it on the man.

"Who... are you"

Mo Wu spoke.

A somewhat husky voice, calm with a hint of amusement.

The man's eyes widened, and he instantly came to his senses.

“You, you……Don’t come here! Don’t come any closer——!”

Shouting, the man didn't care about anything else and ran. But the next second, a ghostly figure blocked his path. Before he could react, his neck was instantly gripped.

"What are you running from"

"Um...um, you...please...please..."

Mo Wu's voice had improved somewhat, no longer as hoarse as before, even carrying a light and gentle warmth. But the man was already terrified, tears and snot streaming down his face, and at the same time, a foul smell wafted up from below.

Mo Wu's gaze swept over him with a look of disdain.

"Tsk tsk, this isn't good, not good at all."

"Help...help..."

Click!

The sickening crack of bone echoed through the air, cutting short the man's pleas. Mo Wu lightly released her grip, allowing the corpse to slump like a puppet to the ground.

Ke Mo danced but didn't glance at the man. Instead, she stared blankly at her own hand.

In the apocalypse, every day is hell.

To live, to survive, endless killing and slaughter day and night have left his hands riddled with wounds, ugly and scarred.

At this moment, these hands are remarkably slender. Even with traces of work, you can still see their delicacy, and even their nails are so round and beautiful.

His pupils began to contract rapidly. The next second, a memory buried deep in his mind exploded in his consciousness like fireworks.

The Continent of Shengyuan, the country of Daliang, the Mohist school, Mu Baichuan... And also, myself who was betrayed by my family and ended up being killed, Mo Wu!

Yes, finally remembered.

It's Ink Dance!

One's past self!

Ten years after the apocalypse ran rampant, it's back.

Author's Note: Seeing many readers questioning the protagonist's rebirth, here's an explanation. The protagonist's first life was as the eldest daughter of a prominent Mohist family. She foolishly died (murdered by Mu Bai川), using her. In her second life, the protagonist was the head of a modern medical sect. Later, the earth fell into a post-apocalyptic scenario, and the protagonist lived for ten years, slaying demons. At this point, the protagonist unexpectedly reincarnated back to the point of death in her first life, continuing to live and changing her fate from then on.g to climb onto the bed of the Third Prince Don't even look at yourself and see what you truly are!" The man laughed, sneering at the woman before him.At the peak of her youth, with a graceful figure,...