Second Master, Madam, she is planning to kill someone again!

Hei Wuchang stared at those dark eyes, moved his head slightly towards Su Qiao, and asked tentatively: "The person you are talking about...couldn't it be you?"

The sword in Su Qiao's hand was placed on its neck.

She said in a bad tone: "What does it have to do with you? Just answer my questions."

Black Impermanence: "..."

It seems to be him.

Hei Wuchang stretched out a finger and moved the sword around his neck, fearing that if her hand shook, he would chop off its head.

"The eye of the past life is part of the spiritual transformation of the goddess... It recognizes its master, and if it chooses a host, it will not leave. However, it requires a process to devour the host's memory... The more important it is, the slower it will be forgotten. . There is no way to slow down the speed of forgetting..."

Hei Wuchang glanced at Su Qiao, hesitated to speak, and said with some embarrassment: "But the process will be more painful."

Su Qiao narrowed her eyes and said, "Tell me."

Hei Wu often found her persistent, so he could only tell the truth: "I also saw it from the ancient records of the lunar calendar. Usually, the stronger the spiritual power, the more suitable the host for the eye of the current life, because the host's spiritual power will become the eye of the past life. The more nutrients it provides, the more frequently it will attack..."

No wonder her vision would turn black from time to time and it would hurt like hell.

It turns out it’s because she’s too strong…

Su Qiao said thoughtfully: "So, thinking about it in reverse, as long as the host's spiritual power weakens, the frequency of past-life eye attacks will decrease, right?"

Hei Wuchang nodded: "That's right."

Su Qiao further asked: "If the host has no spiritual power at all, will the Eye of the Past Life despise her and leave on her own?"

Hei Wuchang: "This is unlikely. Once the Eye of the Past Life has chosen its host, it will not leave. It is quite dedicated."

Su Qiao: "..."

God is so dedicated.

"Okay, I understand." Su Qiao put away her sword, "You can go."

Before Hei Wuchang left, seeing that he had dealt with Su Qiao so many times, he couldn't help but persuade him: "Boss, just forget about making trouble in the Palace of Hell. Emperor Fengdu is not joking. Neither is Xu Qinghuan. Ordinary Po Meng and Emperor Fengdu will not give up. No matter how powerful you are, you are just a mystic master... If you shouldn't care about it, just leave it alone."

"Really?" Su Qiao glanced at it lightly, "Is the reincarnation of the last god and the eyes of past lives enough?" "..."

This huge amount of information hit him head-on, and Hei Wuchang was so horrified that his eyes widened. By the time he picked it up and pushed it back, Su Qiao had already entered the room.

And Yan Ming, who had transformed into the Nether Lord state, added aggressively: "And I'll be added too! Me!!"

Hei Wuchang: "..."

When Su Qiao pushed the door open and entered, Xu Qinghuan and Xiao Siyan quickly separated like springs, deliberately keeping their distance.

Su Qiao's eyes lingered on the two of them, smelling the ambiguity.

Xiao Siyan explained without changing his expression: "Qing Huan just felt a little uncomfortable and almost fainted. I helped her..."

"How can I just support you?!" Su Qiao was dissatisfied, "You have to hold me! Princess hug!!"

Xiao Siyan: "..."

Xu Qinghuan had a fever in his ears and drank tea tactically.

Su Qiao scratched his head: "Oh, my brother is inexperienced, so I can't blame him. Our Ajin is not here, otherwise I would drag him to demonstrate to you on the spot... ugh!"

Afraid that she would say something shocking again, Xiao Siyan covered her mouth, a little helpless.

"Don't be poor, let's talk about business."

"……Oh."

Su Qiao put away her gossip, pulled out a chair and sat down.

She was about to speak when she caught a glimpse of the ferryman Hu San in the corner.

Their eyes met, Hu San stood up immediately, his eyes were bright and his voice was loud: "I support whatever the master decides!"

The look in his eyes was no different from Yan Ming's.

Su Qiao understood: "Okay, you go out and play with Yan Ming. I'll let you know after we finish talking."

Seeing Xu Qinghuan's acquiescence, Hu San said "oh" and went out obediently.

The door was closed, and only Su Qiao and the three of them were left inside.

Xu Qinghuan suppressed the cough in his throat and only coughed twice. Even so, it was still very clear in this empty room.

Xiao Siyan's eyes darkened, and he silently held Xu Qinghuan's hand on his knee. Xu Qinghuan wanted to pull it away, but was held tighter.

She was a little helpless and looked up at him: "Si Yan..."

Xiao Siyan didn't look at her, he lowered his eyes slightly, his long and dense eyelashes blocking all the surging emotions.

And the hand he held Xu Qinghuan's, the joints were tense, and a paranoid paleness appeared on the skin.

"I want to keep her." He said this to Su Qiao. He asked, "Tell me, what can I do?"

Su Qiao opened her mouth and wanted to speak, but was speechless for a moment: "..."

No matter how powerful your eyes are, there will always be things beyond your reach.

Xu Qinghuan's voice sounded low and without leaving any room.

"You can't do anything..."

Xiao Siyan slowly raised his eyes, his eyes were extremely deep but terrifyingly quiet.

He said: "What if I don't let go?"

"..."

Su Qiao suddenly understood why Xiao Siyan and Shen Xiujin had become both enemies and friends for so many years... deep down, they were the same kind of people.

Paranoid and domineering.

Not to mention, he's a bit handsome.