In the glow of the green light, Chen Hao saw a gray shadow on the tower wall above to his left — that was the Shadow Demon.

"How do you have the Ancestor of the Nether King's personal dagger?" the Shadow Demon's voice was filled with surprise.

"How do you know this is the Ancestor of the Nether King's personal dagger?" Chen Hao's voice was more surprised than the Shadow Demon's. He distinctly remembered that when Niu Tou gave him this dagger, he had mentioned that only Niu Tou knew about this dagger in the Netherworld. Yet now the Shadow Demon could actually name this dagger!

"The Ancestor of the Nether King had two personal daggers; the one you hold is merely the secondary one. The night after my father visited my mother, he gave her the main dagger to protect herself. Later, when my mother was cursed by a mysterious person, the dagger my father gave her was also taken by the mysterious person," the Shadow Demon explained. "These are things I heard from my mother. Neither my mother nor I had ever seen the secondary dagger before, but I didn't expect to see it with you today! There is no big difference in the appearance of the secondary dagger compared to the main one, only that the main one is a bit bigger and longer!"

Having heard what the Shadow Demon said, Chen Hao thought to himself: "It must have been that the original Nether King had split his war dagger into two parts, giving the main dagger to his son who would succeed the throne, and the secondary dagger to Niu Tou who guarded the city gates for him. Clearly, he hoped that his personal war dagger would eternally protect the Netherworld.

"Get on with it!" the Shadow Demon suddenly said, his tone now permeated with despair.

Chen Hao's hand trembled. He thought that if the soul of the original Nether King was attached to this dagger in his hand, then this dagger definitely wouldn't wish to personally end the life of the Shadow Demon, who carried the blood of the Nether King.

Chen Hao looked at the dagger in his hand; he believed the dagger had a spirit and wanted the dagger to make the decision.

"Kill him!" Suddenly, the voice of Ye Yuqiao rang out near Chen Hao's left eye, that voice cold and cruel. Clearly, Ye Yuqiao, as the Nether King, had no feelings for this uncle he had never met. "If you let him go, he will surely tell the Qian Family of my whereabouts!"

Hearing Ye Yuqiao say this, Chen Hao's hands stopped trembling. He realized that it was not the dagger that had a spirit, but that he had developed a compassionate heart, pitying the Shadow Demon's unfortunate life and thus hesitated to act. However, when he thought that Ye Yuqiao could fall into danger because of his soft heart, he had to harden his heart and become resolute and cold.

"What are you hesitating for?" the Shadow Demon asked at that moment. By the look of hesitation on Chen Hao's face, he guessed Chen Hao's inner turmoil and spoke with displeasure: "I don't need your pity! I was never meant to exist in this world, dying by the dagger of the Ancestor of the Nether King would be the best end for me!"

With that, the Shadow Demon's tone became melancholic. He was born merely a shadow, never able to experience the joys of eating, drinking, and playing, nor the torment of hunger and cold. No one in this world could understand his pain. If given the choice, he wished he had never existed.

Chen Hao raised the Ancestor of the Nether King's personal dagger in his hand, ready to swing at the Shadow Demon's image on the tower wall.

"Wait!" the Shadow Demon suddenly said.

Chen Hao's dagger fell again.

"I have one last wish that I hope you can fulfill," the Shadow Demon pleaded earnestly.

Chen Hao nodded solemnly and said, "Speak, if it's within my power, I will fulfill it for you!"

The Shadow Demon first said "Thank you," then spoke, "Once I met a woman who didn't know I was just a shadow. Wanting to see what I looked like, she chased after me every day… If one day you see her, please tell her for me that I once had feelings for her."

"Did you ever tell her that you are just a shadow?" Chen Hao asked.

"No," the Shadow Demon's voice grew very low and humble, "I feared that if she knew, she would no longer chase after me. If she asks about it, please do me a favor and make me sound handsome."

"Alright!" Chen Hao nodded, feeling sympathy for the Shadow Demon. If the Shadow Demon could be like a normal person, even a Yin Soul living for just one day, at least he could have taken that woman's hand, embraced, and kissed her. Unfortunately, he didn't even have that privilege.

After a very long silence.

Chen Hao still did not make a move.

"Do it!" The Shadow Demon was the first to speak again, his tone remarkably calm.

Chen Hao's hand began to tremble again, his compassionate heart rendering him utterly incapable of striking down at that moment.

"I never imagined that my Nether King niece would actually come to the mortal world, it seems that the Netherworld will soon experience a bloodbath," the Shadow Demon suddenly lamented. "You should know, only the dead can keep a secret!"

Chen Hao's eyes suddenly sparkled with light. He raised the dagger in his hand and slashed at the Shadow Demon on the wall dozens of times, wanting to end it quickly and reduce its pain.

A dazzling green light appeared in the air, then pounced on the Shadow Demon, bringing with it a chilling, whistling blade aura.

The Shadow Demon was thus annihilated, so clean that there was not a sound of pain, nor a trace left behind.

Afterwards, Chen Hao put the Ancestor of the Nether King's bladed weapon back into his pocket, his hand no longer able to bear the weight of the dagger.

Not long after, Ye Yuqiao dismantled the Soul Locking Pagoda.

Xie Xiaofeng and Tang Chao had already been waiting outside the tower for a long time.

"Did you kill the Shadow Demon?" Xie Xiaofeng asked.

"Mm."

"Ah ha! Tang Chao, we did it!" Xie Xiaofeng exclaimed excitedly to Tang Chao by his side, not noticing the gloom on Chen Hao's face at that moment.

Chen Hao turned around, returning his Yin Soul to his body with a heavy heart.

Dawn.

Xie Xiaofeng and Tang Chao had already left, and now only Chen Hao and Ye Yuqiao remained in the sickroom.

Seeing Chen Hao's face perpetually etched with a sorrowful expression, silent and speechless, Ye Yuqiao asked, "Do you feel pity for the Shadow Demon, guilty for killing him?"

Chen Hao looked up at Ye Yuqiao, forced a smile on his face, and said, "I was reluctant to kill him because he is your uncle, after all, there's a family connection."

Ye Yuqiao snorted softly, then lifted the cotton quilt covering her and said, "It's cold outside, come in and lie down together!"

"Sure, sure!" Chen Hao finally showed a beaming smile, hastily took off his shoes, and slipped into the embrace of comfort. Then, squinting his eyes and smiling, he said, "It's indeed warmer in bed, especially when shared by two people!"

Ye Yuqiao looked at Chen Hao, silently let out a sigh of relief, thinking to herself how lucky it was that Chen Hao had his eyes closed right now; otherwise, had he seen her cheeks flushed red, he would certainly have teased her. Now, every intimate action with Chen Hao made her unusually nervous and shy.

"Hey," Ye Yuqiao called out to Chen Hao, "you better prepare yourself mentally, for you'll have to lay your hands on many pitiful people in the future."

"Why?" Chen Hao suddenly opened his eyes, frowning deeply.

"Because of differing stances!"

Chen Hao stared at Ye Yuqiao with wide eyes and questioned, "Why must they be killed just because our stances differ?"

"Because..." Ye Yuqiao paused, then hesitated. After a moment, she snorted and said, "For my sake, wouldn't you be willing to do it?"

Chen Hao squinted his eyes, thought for a moment, and then said helplessly, "Your Majesty the Queen, I am willing."

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