Fantasy: The Second Miss Said She Was Ordinary

Chapter 633 I'll Give You My Demise

Just as the rusty iron chain of the foremost skinning demon was about to lash her hair...

"Sigh." Qin Youyou let out a soft sigh.

She hadn't taken any action, not because she was at a loss, but because there were too many options, and she really didn't know which one to use.

Adults don't make choices, but she's only sixteen.

Holding the lives of these million malevolent souls in her hands, she had to consider the matter carefully.

Eradicating all evil spirits would be easy, but she knew that not all those burdened with sin were irredeemably wicked.

For example, the skinned ghost in front of her—through his bulging, numb eyes, she saw that in his previous life, he had slaughtered the entire family of his enemies to avenge his daughter who had been humiliated and killed.

At this moment, he had lost his mind, dragging his emaciated, remnant soul, and hurled the chains at Qin Youyou.

"It's noisy."

Qin Youyou slightly turned her head to avoid his attack, her tone as calm as if she were complaining about her neighbor's renovation.

She didn't look at the evil spirit again, but casually... raised a fair palm and gently pressed it down into the void in front of her.

Time seemed to be paused at that moment.

With her palm as the origin, the space in front of her distorted.

A three-dimensional, chaotic, and noisy world was suddenly pressed onto a two-dimensional plane by an invisible giant hand, turning into an oil painting of demons dancing wildly.

The ferocious postures of millions of malevolent spirits surging forth, the raised iron chains, the flowing pus and blood, the twisted faces... including the resentment, energy, roars they carried... everything.

With that single press, it was imprinted onto a huge, invisible, infinitely extending "transparent scroll".

They remained in their charging, tearing stance, their expressions frozen in a moment of ferocity, their voices abruptly ceasing.

But they lost their thickness, their three-dimensionality, and all their dynamic attributes.

What was once a terrifying torrent of malevolent spirits has transformed into a vivid yet incredibly eerie... chaotic scene of demons dancing wildly.

The scroll was laid out in front of Qin Youyou, suspended above the ravaged land, covering her entire field of vision.

Silent and eerily quiet.

Qin Youyou turned her head and looked at Qin Jiyu, who was dumbfounded, and smiled: "Thank you for the inspiration, brother."

If she hadn't seen the scene of Qin Jiyu trapping those 30,000 soul soldiers in the void, she really wouldn't have been able to come up with such a good idea.

The eighteen levels of purgatory have been destroyed. Even if these evil spirits are purified, they have no place to go. The most urgent task is to create a new space to seal them in.

"..."

The entire ruins of Hengye Palace were deathly silent.

The wind stopped.

The flames in the hands of the King of Qin solidified.

The King of Qin forgot to sweep his whisk.

The pagoda guarding the soul of the Qin King remained frozen in mid-air.

……

All the King of Qin, the Soul Army, and ordinary Soul Citizens... including Qin Hanyue and Si Yuan, who were preparing to watch how Qin Youyou would handle the situation...

They all seemed to be frozen in place; the expressions on their faces, whether they were horror, despair, or fear, all turned into blank stares as if their souls had left their bodies!

Lei Jiao'er cupped her chubby face and held her chin, which was about to droop.

Qin Jiyu was stunned. "What?"

Did he provide Youyou with any inspiration?

Looking at this endlessly winding, enormous scroll, he gained his first direct understanding of his sister's terrifying power.

Is this...is this a battle? Is this a way to break the deadlock?

This is clearly treating the entire crisis that could destroy the Underworld City as a painting!

What level of tactic is this?

This was completely beyond the comprehension of everyone present!

Qin Youyou looked at the "masterpiece" in front of her with satisfaction.

She even tilted her head slightly with great interest, scanning the countless hideous, frozen faces of evil spirits in the "mural" as if appreciating a work of art.

Then, she made a grabbing motion in the air!

"Wow..."

A sound like a piece of cloth being unfolded and then rolled up again rang out.

The enormous, invisible "scroll," formed by the compression and solidification of space and millions of malevolent souls, was instantly gathered together as if by an invisible scroll.

Countless ferocious spirits, frozen in a state of running, biting, and roaring, along with their imprisoned soul essence, were forcibly curled, bound, and shrunk.

Finally, it transformed into a "scroll phantom" with flowing dark red light patterns and disappeared into Qin Youyou's sleeve in a flash.

She put the scroll away as if it were just an ordinary little trinket.

The million hellish spirits left not a trace, only a ripple in the space, proving that the scene was not an illusion.

Qin Youyou gently brushed her sleeves, her gaze sweeping over the completely petrified crowd and the utterly distraught Qin Hanyue and Si Yuan, a hint of boredom clearly visible in her eyes.

"It's not like it's Chinese New Year, why make such a fuss?"

"It's too noisy, you know you're disturbing the neighbors."

Then, as if remembering something, she turned her head slightly and looked at Si Yuan, whose soul was about to dissipate, her tone calm.

"Since you say you don't want to stay in this underworld city, yet refuse to reincarnate, then I'll do you a good deed to the end and grant you annihilation."

As soon as the words were spoken, Si Yuan's eyes widened in horror. The Lord of the Underworld didn't even raise his hand; with just a few words, her soul scattered into starlight and uncontrollably dissipated into the world.

"No, impossible! How could this be!" Qin Hanyue's terrified cry rang out from the side.

She knew that Qin Youyou, as the Lord of the Underworld, might be very strong, but she never expected her to be this strong.

Creating a scroll of life and sealing away millions of souls with a single hand—this is not merely the power of the Lord of the Underworld; it is clearly the power possessed only by the legendary Creator and Creator of All Things!

"Qin Youyou, how did you do that? Are you a creation? No! Absolutely not!"

She had gone mad, her eyes bloodshot as she cursed loudly.

"Heh, so what if you are a creation? I hate you, and countless others in the world hate you too! Even in death, even in reincarnation, I will hate you for all eternity!"

"I almost forgot about you." Qin Youyou was reminded by the voice and turned around.

Qin Hanyue's shrill screams were irritating, so she pressed her temples.

Qin Jiyu slowly clenched her fist.

When Qin Hanyue was killed, she was already insane before her death. Unexpectedly, she was still just as insane after being reborn in the underworld.

He wouldn't mind killing her again.

Qin Youyou, however, fixed her gaze on Qin Hanyue and asked lightly:

"Do you really hate me that much?"

This seemingly casual remark sent a shiver down Qin Hanyue's spine, abruptly stopping her screams and angry curses, her eyes filled with terror.

She had suffered the torture of being ground by a stone mill in purgatory; that pain temporarily made her forget her hatred and regain her sanity.

But she didn't want to go through it all again.

If I'm going to die, I'd rather die quickly and painfully.

She gritted her teeth, then suddenly turned and ran toward the spear of a Soul Army soldier beside her.

With a "plop," the spear pierced her soul. She turned her head, looked at Qin Youyou, and revealed a final, triumphant smile on her face.

He didn't die completely at her hands, he wasn't tortured or humiliated by her...

In the end, I won a round.

Qin Youyou looked at her and sighed softly.

"Why bother."

"You're right. If you hate so much, life will be unbearable. You might as well be free."

She snapped her fingers: "But you can die with some value."

"For example, celebrating peace."

Qin Hanyue, whose soul was slowly dissipating, suddenly had her pupils dilate. Qin Youyou, what exactly does she mean?!

The next moment, she felt a sharp pain in her chest, and her entire soul, like a deflated balloon, detached from the spear with a "whoosh" and rapidly soared into the sky, and then...

"boom"!

It exploded into a dazzling and magnificent firework.

"It's so beautiful." Qin Youyou cupped her hands, admiring it sincerely.