The clouds and mists have dispersed, and everyone knows that I love you.

Chapter 504: Soul Separation

Shi Rong was speechless, but Du Wu didn't mind and continued talking about his current wish.

"First, after I die, you must remember to cut off my head, turn it into ashes, and carry it with you. I possess the power of an ancient demon, and am blessed by royal blood."

"If used in times of crisis, it can create an impenetrable barrier and save your life. If used sparingly, it will have the same effect every time."

"Secondly, if there is an afterlife and we meet again, I hope we can still drink alone and chat happily. I know I'm not worthy of being your lover, but I also want to be your best friend with whom you can talk about anything. That would be enough."

After a pause, Du Wu continued.

"If you comply with my two requests, feel free to start anytime. I'm ready."

Du Wu turned the dagger with both hands, with the blade pointing towards himself and the handle facing Shi Rong.

His sincere and unwavering willingness to sacrifice his own life was like a bolt from the blue, striking Shi Rong's heart, which seemed tough but was extremely fragile because he had hidden too many secrets.

How could there be a monster like Du Wu in the world who is so kind and generous?

Even if you die without a complete body, you still have to protect her?

This familiar scene seemed to her like she had seen it somewhere.

After a moment of silence, Shi Rong remembered.

Isn't this the same me six years ago who bravely moved forward and was willing to throw myself into the fire even at the risk of death in order to stay with Huo Jiuzhou?

Shi Rong was affected by his personal experience, and before he knew it, his eyes were red and tears were streaming down his face.

In the past, she had never felt sorry for her weathered self, but now she could see through the past, the silly and bubbly Shi Chang.

Miao Man and the other two who were watching knew very well that she was not bewitched by Yu Qing, but was simply sad.

They were all moved by the scene and sighed, but they didn't know what Shi Rong was worried about.

As you can imagine, the past must have been unsatisfactory.

She cried like a pear blossom in the rain and a lotus in the dew, and anyone who saw her would feel heartbroken.

Du Wu panicked and quickly came to her side, gently wiping away the crystal tears on her face with the silk handkerchief in his hand.

"Don't cry. I don't want to see you sad and depressed at the last moment of your life. I want to see you smile. I am nothing but an unforgivable demon."

"Once you're determined to do this, you'll realize I'm not worth your tears. Don't let me worry about you even when I die, okay?"

It seemed as if he was afraid that if the stalemate continued, he would become attached to the world and unwilling to leave.

Du Wu grabbed Shi Huan's delicate little hand, grasped the knife handle, and forced her to slash the sharp blade against his vulnerable neck.

"If I have lived until now only to wait for your arrival, to get to know you, then let my death teach you what separation feels like."

These were the last words Du Wu left before his death.

If you want to know how cruel he was to himself, at the moment when the blood gushed out, he used such brute force that he separated his head and neck immediately.

The warm crimson splashed all over Shi Rong, and even her lonely little face was not spared.

The heads that were cut off seemed to have grown legs and flew straight to the corner of the bedroom, where they were burned in a lantern with candlelight.

The headless body fell heavily to the ground with a "bang", which was a real-life version of head and body being separated, extremely cruel.

Shi Rong was stunned for a moment. She stopped crying and had no time to care about her coat stained with blood.

He threw away his scimitar and reached out to grab his fallen body, but he watched helplessly as Du Wu's remains turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared.

She came up empty-handed!

Shi Rong was still immersed in sadness when a soft and mellow voice came into his ears at the right time.

"Take the ashes and run quickly. I've used my demonic power to keep you alive for an extra stick of incense. Leave quickly before the mirror image is destroyed."

Shi Rong was shocked.

Isn't that Du Wu's voice? But isn't he dead?

"Young Master, let's go!"

Before she knew what was going on, Miao Man, Bo Fan and Bian Fei behind her reacted quickly and went into the lantern with the mentality of "refusing to waste".

All the ashes of Du Wu's head were collected into a palm-sized, elegant and exquisite green jade porcelain bottle without leaving a drop.

Someone rushed forward to help her up and dragged her out the door.

When they arrived at the palace gate, Bo Fangang stuffed the collected ashes into Shi Rong's hands.

A translucent figure followed closely around them, accompanied by a dazzling pale pink light, and entered the porcelain bottle that Shi Rong was holding in his hands.

The little woman was stunned. She raised her hand to wipe away the remaining tears on her face, feeling bewildered.

"What was that light just now?"

Bo Fan explained as he ran down the mountain with Shi Rong.

"That's Du Wu's soul. Before he died, he used the 'Soul Extraction Technique' to separate his soul from his body. It's been with you. He was afraid you wouldn't collect the ashes of his head as promised."

"His painstaking efforts will be wasted. What he said about the scattering of the screen is indeed a real thing, but it requires his soul to be integrated into it, otherwise it will be useless."

"Du Wu's magic is the strongest among the other four demons except Du Su. He is particularly good at 'Soul Healing', which even his brother is ashamed of."

"That's why he was able to heal your injuries so easily. He did this because he wanted to use all his posthumous worth to protect you from the outside world."

"And because of this, his soul will not receive the reincarnation it deserves, and will be forever trapped in the bottle, under your control. In Taoist terms, this is the demon's act of 'recognizing its master.'"

Shi Rong understood.

Bo Fan meant that the reason why Du Wu was willing to die for her was that he wanted to use this method of "soul separation" to stay with her forever.

"If I don't use his ashes, will he be able to live forever?"

Bo Fan was already exhausted and out of breath, but he never stopped running.

"That's right! But this kind of magic is extremely rare and difficult to learn. It is only limited to monsters that have never hurt humans. Du Wu has always been kind and cares about the world."

"Even back then, when he joined the battle for Yu Qing, he never killed or took anyone's body. He is a truly exceptional demon! Just like March."

"Follow you, he can help you recognize many objects that are invisible to the naked eye."

Shi Rong followed him in his graceful and agile steps, thinking for a long time.

"Like... ghosts?"

Bo Fan nodded heavily.

"Yes! But for someone as perfect as you, the chances of encountering a ghost are very low, so it can be used just in case."

That's okay.

Shi Rong glanced at the precious porcelain bottle in his hand and felt much more relieved.

Killing Du Wu was not the result she wanted.

Even through the memories left by Yuqing, one can see Du Wu's innocent heart.

The only time it happened was when he forced Yuqing on himself, but in the open modern world, this was not a substantial original sin at all.

Moreover, judging from the joyful cries Yuqing made, one could tell how comfortable she felt that night...

"No! It's too late! This plank road is too long. By the time we get down the mountain, the mirror image will be destroyed!"