OMG! Tyrant's Pampered Baby Is a Valued Princess-Chapter 879: So the Red Rope Wasn’t for Him

Yan Song was stunned.

Bai Zhi’er glanced sideways at him.

"Have you ever carefully examined the wounds on your wife’s body? Do you know that every morning she cuts her flesh to bleed, dropping it on the altar dedicated to you."

"The reason why you feel stronger day by day is because your wife is feeding you with her own essence blood."

"Even your mother advised her not to be so obsessed, yet she still believes that she can use this method to remain united with you forever."

Yan Song reached out, gently holding his wife’s arm.

A bloody tear slipped from his eye: "A zhen..."

Bai Zhi’er looked at him: "Do you think that if she dies, you will be able to reunite in hell?"

"Hell’s rules state that anyone who has absorbed mortal essence blood for more than sixty years needs to be regarded as a fierce ghost, cast into Avici Hell."

"At that time, not only will you be unable to reunite with her, but you will never see her again, and from then on in the Three Realms and Six Paths, you will forever miss each other."

"Is this the result you insist on?"

Yan Song’s heart was shattered, holding his wife’s hand, he cried bitterly.

He kept repeating: "A zhen... A zhen... it’s my fault."

Bai Zhi’er saw him so pitiful, and also thought about his wife’s unwavering loyalty.

She sighed lightly.

Bai Zhi’er turned around and said to Feng Fuce, "Give me the Red Rope."

Feng Fuce was taken aback: "Isn’t that mine?"

Bai Zhi’er blinked her long eyelashes, baffled: "I was just temporarily leaving it with you!"

Feng Fuce dazedly took out the Red Rope, watching Bai Zhi’er hand the two strands sought from the Yuelao Temple to Yan Song.

His expression instantly froze, cold.

It wasn’t his Red Rope...

Bai Zhi’er said to Yan Song: "If you repent, I will send you to Hell to confess. During this period, you can communicate via the Red Rope."

"Though you can’t speak, if you miss her, or she misses you, the Red Rope will warm slightly, allowing you to sense each other."

The most crucial point is, this Red Rope contains a bit of her mana.

If Grandpa Yama feels it, he might show leniency toward Yan Song on her behalf.

Yan Song nodded, twin trails of blood tears streamed down, speaking untold sorrow and reluctance.

"I will go with you," he said hoarsely.

Yan Song used his hand to gently stroke his wife’s face.

"A zhen, I must leave."

Bai Zhi’er couldn’t bear to witness this scene of life and death parting.

She sighed: "Might as well lend a final kindness, I will send you into her dreams for a proper farewell."

With that, Bai Zhi’er’s fingertips sparked brilliantly, she waved gently, and Yan Song instantly entered Yan He’s dream.

Yan He’s originally furrowed brow instantly relaxed.

She must have seen her husband in the dream, tears of joy coursed down her cheeks.

Bai Zhi’er took Feng Fuce outside to wait.

At this moment, the moon was sparse among the stars, the long night vast.

The two, one sitting and one standing, gazed up at the starry sky beneath the hallway.

"Do you think, being a Heavenly Dao, should one be emotional or indifferent?"

Feng Fuce replied lightly: "It depends on the matter, depends on the person."

Bai Zhi’er noticed something off in his tone, her eyes large and round, looked at Feng Fuce.

Only to see the latter, unaware of what was bothering him, emitting an all-encompassing chill that warned strangers away.

"What’s wrong, is there something troubling you?" Bai Zhi’er asked proactively.

Feng Fuce stared at her for quite a while.

Suddenly, he said: "The Red Ropes from the Yuelao Temple, so they weren’t sought for us?"