Lu Fenying wasn’t thinking of anything else; he could no longer let go of the idea to bring Mo Qian’er back to life.

  He could trade his life, his power, his everything for that.

  He wanted her to live. He would show her that he would never let her do what he didn’t want her to do.

  He was practically obsessed with the idea.

  He was willing to agree to the Nether King’s terms, but once she was alive again, he would find an opportunity to steal her back. Mo Qian’er was his, and he would kill whoever dared to take her.

  The Nether King was nothing.

  The Nether King had no idea what Lu Fenying was thinking.

  It was already the seventh day after Mo Qian’er’s death when he returned to the residence with Lu Fenying.

  It wasn’t hard for him to draw a soul back. He was the Nether Land’s handler for the human world to begin with.

  The ferrymen for souls, Daoist priests and the envoys of hell were all under his administration.

  It wasn’t difficult to call a soul back, but there was still a huge risk involved. Normally, he wouldn’t agree to do this so easily.

  However, he knew that Mo Qian’er had Dragon Spirit Blood. She was a member of the dragon race, and definitely wasn’t at the end of her lifespan yet.

  Perhaps something happened for her to accidentally lose her soul.

  In fact, he found it hard to believe that Mo Qian’er was dead.

  He was in charge of so many lives in the human world, and hadn’t received any notification about Mo Qian’er’s death recently.

  What surprised him even more was that Lu Fenying had come to him with a request over a slave girl and was willing to fulfill any condition.

  The Nether King felt that things were a little fishy, so he asked to see the body at the crown prince’s residence.

  Wild Wolf opened the barrier, and the Nether King frowned when he saw the person on the bed. “She really is dead.”


  How did this person die without a death order?

  Wild Wolf and Red Wolf were expressionless, but they wondered if there was something wrong with the Nether King’s brain.

  Of course she was dead. Otherwise, would their crown prince have ended up like this?

  “How did she die?” the Nether King asked curiously.

  “Does the resurrection have anything to do with how she died?” Lu Fenying felt that the Nether King was full of nonsense.

  “It doesn’t. I’m just curious.” The Nether King sat down, looking for all the world like he wouldn’t do anything if he didn’t get an explanation.

  “Her Dragon Spirit Blood was used to save someone. She died from excessive blood loss,” Lu Fenying said succinctly.

  The Nether King snorted. “The slave was yours. In any case, you didn’t spend any money. She just paid with her life, right?”


  Lu Fenying didn’t reply.

  He didn’t know that she would die. If he did, he would never have given her the chance to do so.

  Seeing Lu Fenying keep quiet, the Nether King snorted. “I’m going to take a look. Don’t disturb me.”


  Saying that, the Nether King remained seated and didn’t move.

  Lu Fenying signaled to Red Wolf and Wild Wolf with his eyes and they left.

  Lu Fenying sat by the bed and looked at Mo Qian’er’s face. This face was so hideous, and he didn’t want to see this stiff rictus again.

  No matter how much makeup she had on, it wasn’t half as pretty as her original natural looks.

  The Nether King sat there for the rest of the afternoon.

  He only came back to himself when night fell.

  Seeing him move, Lu Fenying asked, “How is it?”


  “I checked her lifespan. She should have been able to live to 300 years old. Also, the Nether Land can’t take her in, so she shouldn’t be dead.”


  “What do you mean?” Lu Fenying finally looked confused.

  “Mo Qian’er isn’t dead,” the Nether King said affirmatively.

  Lu Fenying’s eyes turned sharp. “Not dead?”


  He looked at the bed. Mo Qian’er’s face, her body, and even the baby in her belly were the same. The scars on her body were also the same.