TSFLIP Chapter 917

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Xuan Hu stood there for a long, long time before finally asking in a daze, “How many people… how many people have you actually killed?”

All along the way here, rivers of blood had flowed. There wasn’t a single living soul left.

“How many people…” Song Wuxia tossed aside the handkerchief. The hand resting on Fengguang’s back gently patted her, as though lulling her to sleep. He said, “I don’t remember anymore. They were all too noisy. When Fengguang is sleeping, everyone should be quiet.”

Hiding behind Baili Mo, Yiren murmured, “You’ve gone mad…”

“I remember you.” Song Wuxia lifted his gaze slightly. Afraid of waking the person in his arms, his voice was low and hoarse. “Your name is Yiren. You’re a palace maid from the Eastern Palace.”

Yiren froze. Baili Mo stepped fully in front of her. “Song Wuxia, if you have a grievance, come at me. Don’t lay a hand on Yiren.”

“Fengguang said she was a good girl.” Song Wuxia ignored Baili Mo’s shouting and instead smiled at Yiren. On his pallid face, that smile carried a strange, bewitching beauty. “But Fengguang also said she really hates Baili Mo. Yiren, you should die first. If you die, perhaps Baili Mo will suffer.”

At his soft murmur, Yiren’s heart lurched. For a brief moment, she almost felt compelled to obey—to pick up a knife from the ground and plunge it into herself.

Baili Mo shouted, “Song Wuxia! Don’t you dare touch a single hair on Yiren’s head!”

“Oh?” Song Wuxia blinked innocently. “With nothing left but your imperial robe, do you still have the right to bark orders here?”

Baili Mo said nothing. There was nothing he could say. Song Wuxia was right—there was no one present who could stand against him.

Xuan Hu knew that if he didn’t act now, none of them would leave alive. He stepped forward. “Lord Song, if I said there is a way to change Miss Xia’s death, would you be willing to try?”

“What did you say?” For the first time, focus returned to Song Wuxia’s hollow eyes. He turned to look at Xuan Hu, and in that single glance was crushing pressure.

Xuan Hu said, “I can use a forbidden technique to send you back ten years. But it is forbidden magic—I don’t know whether it will succeed. Your body will endure unimaginable pain, and you may… you may even be torn apart by rifts in time and space. But this is the only way to stop everything from happening, and the only way to save Miss Xia. Are you willing to try?”

He had no reason to refuse.

No one knew what kind of agony Song Wuxia endured. When he appeared on the streets of the imperial capital ten years earlier, the bustling, prosperous scene made him momentarily dazed—because not long ago, he had slaughtered everyone here.

He stood amid the flow of people when a little girl in red, clutching a puppy, crashed into his chest. With a thump, she fell to the ground.

“You didn’t even help me up when you saw me fall!” the six-year-old girl complained loudly. “Are you made of stone?!”

That tone of voice…

Song Wuxia lowered his gaze. He watched as the little girl scrambled to her feet, brushed the dust from her skirt, and hugged the puppy to her chest. Then he saw her glaring at him. “Why are you staring at me?”

“You’re pretty,” he said.

“Of course I am.” The girl nodded confidently in agreement, while the puppy in her arms barked at him a few times.

He crouched down to meet her eyes. “Where are you taking this dog?”