Chapter 1: The Return of the Female Demon Head

At night, silence prevailed.

Suddenly, a scream pierced through the edge of the demon beast forest.

Mo Fengwu fell to the ground, her clothes torn apart by sharp swords, blood drenching her.

But compared to the physical pain, the emotional pain was even more excruciating.

"Why... why would you treat me like this? He promised me that as long as I betrayed the Mo family and deceived my grandfather, he would marry me. Why didn't he keep his promise... why did he deceive me..."

"People should know their place. The Third Prince is noble and intelligent, how could he marry a useless person like you? You, relying on the identity of the Mo family's young lady, want to climb up to the Third Prince's bed? Have you ever considered what kind of person you are?" The man spoke with disdain, glancing at the girl in front of him.

The girl, in her prime, with a graceful figure, even in her current disheveled state, still evoked alluring thoughts. But her face was mostly covered by a veil.

Ghost Shadow Orchid, a rare plant from the demon realm. It takes thirty years to grow a stem, thirty years for a leaf, and another thirty years to bloom a flower. The flower is as black as ink, the size of a copper coin. Although it is not poisonous, once touched, it will create ghost shadows on a person's face.

Mo Fengwu, the young lady of the Mo family, was born with the Ghost Shadow Orchid curse. Even though she covered her face with a veil, the exposed ink-colored marks could still be vaguely seen.

Ugly as a ghost, with a face like Zhong Kui.

More importantly, she lacked talent, not to mention cultivation, she didn't even have spiritual roots, she was simply a waste!

"Climb into his bed? Huh..."

A light laugh escaped Mo Fengwu's lips, causing her body to tremble uncontrollably.

Mubai Chuan, you are so cruel!

You promised to marry me to the Mo family if I handed over the Mo Token, and ensure the peace of my family. But what happened? You used my hand to destroy my family! Even now, you don't even bother to see me, only sending a lackey to deal with me!

You beast! You liar!

"Mubai Chuan! In this life, I, Mo Fengwu, will never let you off... Ah—!"

"The Third Prince is benevolent and generous, how dare you, a useless person, curse him?"

As he spoke, another slap came, and Mo Fengwu struggled to avoid it. But the man grabbed her hair and pulled her up, then ruthlessly smashed her against a nearby rock.

"Bang!"

A dull sound, and Mo Fengwu instantly lost consciousness.

The man was stunned, then stood up.

"Dead? Huh, good! A few days ago, you offended the son of the Marquis Yinshan, so after dealing with you, I'll hand over your body to him, consider it a favor to the son! "

The man said, then picked up a knife and pointed it at Mo Fengwu's blood-stained face, whispering:

"Miss Mo, don't blame me! These are all orders from the Third Prince... and the Third Prince said to peel off your face and bring it back to the mansion's doctors, maybe there will be some unexpected gains."

As he spoke, the blade traced the bloody wound on Mo Fengwu's forehead, as if to cut it down...

But at that moment, he suddenly stopped.

The man was stunned, and at that moment, he saw a small hand, stained with blood, suddenly grabbing the blade!

"You..."

The man's eyes widened in disbelief, then met a pair of slowly opening eyes...

Those eyes were as bright as stars, but with a chilling bloodthirsty and sinister aura.

There was no trace of the previous despair and sadness!

The man was shocked and instinctively stepped back.

"You... kill her! Kill her now!"

The several people who were originally in the background rushed forward at the sound of his voice!

The snow-white blade flashed with dazzling light in the moonlight. Mo Fengwu easily dodged it with a slight turn of her body.

Then, a dark figure rose in an instant, and after a moment... there was only silence.

The man, holding the knife, stood in a daze.

Belatedly, he looked down and saw the lifeless bodies scattered on the ground.

Then, trembling, he raised his head and witnessed a scene that he would never forget...

The girl who had been completely at his mercy just a moment ago was now standing in front of him.

She stood with her back to him, stretching her slender body, making a cracking sound with her bones. Then she slowly turned around...

In the moonlight, her face was covered by a veil, but her eyes were shining brightly.

She turned her head slightly, looked around, and then her gaze fell on the man.

"...Who are you?"

Mo Fengwu spoke.

Her voice was slightly hoarse, with a hint of playfulness.

The man widened his eyes, suddenly coming to his senses.

"You, you... don't come near me! Don't come near me—!"

As he shouted, the man didn't care about anything else and turned to run... but the next moment, a ghostly figure blocked his path. Then, before he could react, he was instantly grabbed by the neck.

"Why run?"

"Uh... uh, spare... spare..."

Crack!

The sound of bones breaking interrupted the man's pleas. Mo Fengwu gently released her grip, allowing the body to collapse like a puppet.

But Mo Fengwu didn't even glance at the man, her gaze fixed on her own hand.

In the apocalypse, every day was a living hell.

In order to survive, to stay alive, she had been killing and slaughtering day and night, leaving her hands riddled with scars, looking ugly and unsightly.

But at this moment, her hands were delicate and slender. Even with bloodstains, one could still see the smooth skin and even the nails were so round and pretty.

Her pupils began to contract continuously, and in the next second, a suppressed memory deep in her mind exploded like fireworks in her consciousness.

The Holy Yuan Continent, the Great Liang Kingdom, the Mo Family, Mu Bai Chuan... and the betrayal of her family for love, only to be tortured and killed, herself, Mo Feng Wu!

Yes, she finally remembered.

She was Mo Feng Wu!

Her past life!

After ten years of rampant apocalypse, she had returned.