Yan Song was stunned.
Bai Zhi'er glanced sideways at him.
"Have you ever carefully examined the wounds on your wife's body? Do you know that every morning she cuts her flesh to bleed, dropping it on the altar dedicated to you."
"The reason why you feel stronger day by day is because your wife is feeding you with her own essence blood."
"Even your mother advised her not to be so obsessed, yet she still believes that she can use this method to remain united with you forever."
Yan Song reached out, gently holding his wife's arm.
A bloody tear slipped from his eye: "A zhen..."
Bai Zhi'er looked at him: "Do you think that if she dies, you will be able to reunite in hell?"
"Hell's rules state that anyone who has absorbed mortal essence blood for more than sixty years needs to be regarded as a fierce ghost, cast into Avici Hell."
