TSFLIP Chapter 647

“Nai He?” she called out hesitantly.

He lifted his head slightly, his hands clenched tightly around his clothes, the veins on his arms bulging visibly. He seemed to be enduring excruciating pain, gritting his teeth as he said, “Didn’t I tell you not to come out?”

Feng Guang was startled—this was the first time he’d spoken to her with such a cold tone. She instinctively took a step back, unsure of what to do.

Nai He paused, then lowered his gaze. In the dim light, his expression was unreadable. He knew that in this state… he must look both terrifying and repulsive.

“I was worried about you… that’s why I came out. Please don’t be mad,” she said gently, cautiously stepping closer.

He raised his eyes again, watching her draw nearer, and an indescribable emotion stirred within him. “Don’t come any closer,” he said coldly.

“What… what’s wrong with you?” she asked, stopping three steps away from him.

“Don’t come near… I’m dangerous right now.”

“I’ve seen worse things—you’re the one who took me to see them.” She thought of that female ghost, and the Eighteen Levels of Hell. Compared to those horrors, this scene before her felt oddly mild. It didn’t scare her in the slightest.

She moved closer again. This time, he didn’t stop her.

Finally, Feng Guang knelt in front of him and got a clear look at his appearance. Aside from the long snake tail, his face was now marked with green demonic patterns that stretched down his neck and disappeared beneath his clothing. She could imagine the rest of his body was covered in them too. His normally pitch-black eyes had become vertical green pupils—like a venomous serpent hidden in the shadows. His gaze was eerie, sinister. To be stared at by him felt like being targeted by a deadly snake—one that could strike at any moment.

Most people would be terrified. Feng Guang was instinctively a little afraid too—but she also noticed how pale his face was, and the cold sweat on his forehead. “Nai He… you’re in a lot of pain. What can I do to help you?”

Nai He had expected her first question to be about what had happened to him—why he looked like this. But instead, the first thing she asked was how she could help. His expression flickered slightly, and he replied quietly, “It’s divine punishment. There’s nothing that can be done.”

“So you just have to suffer through it like this?”

“I’ve gotten used to it.” Since he was seven years old, he had endured this pain once every seven days. Over time, he had indeed grown accustomed to it.

Feng Guang frowned. “How long does it last?”

“Until the Zi hour passes…” Another wave of searing pain hit him. His fingernails dug into the flesh of his palms, and his black snake tail writhed across the floor, knocking a table into splinters. “You should go… I’ll be fine soon…”

He was terrified he might lose control and end up hurting her.

Watching him struggle to endure the pain, Feng Guang suddenly thought of that moment when Yun Ji’s mask had fallen. She didn’t know where her courage came from, but she grabbed Nai He’s hand, closed her eyes, and began reciting the Calming Heart Mantra. It was the one spell she had earnestly learned—because it not only soothed the mind, but also eased pain and healed ailments. As a child, she had been sickly, and this mantra had helped her countless times.

Listening to her soft, clear voice chanting the spell, Nai He slowly, almost unconsciously, tightened his grip around her hand…