After My Death, The Villain Blackened Again: Chapter 43

ARC 1: THE EMPEROR SCHEMES TO GRAB A MAN’S WIFE (40)

When Yan Ge opened her eyes, she discovered that she was not beside her original tree form, but in the system space Ji Zai was using as its nest.

She was a little unaccustomed to the new environment. Frowning, she swept her eyes around the room littered with melon seeds until they settled on Ji Zai crying in the corner. After adjusting her emotions, she asked: "What's wrong? "

"That guy's too pitiful. He wanted to bring your body back to be buried together as a married couple in a hundred years, but everyone rejected him and buried you at the border. Wuwuwu, unable to rest under the same quilt in life and unable to rest under the same tomb in death. Wuwuwu so painful, he suffered so much..."

Flapping its wings, it flew over to Yan Ge and hit her chest: "You're so bad wuwuwu, to die from a broken heart, chirp..."

Yan Ge grabbed one of its legs and flipped it upside down: "Can't you speak properly?"

When Ji Zai's eyes met the expressionless Yan Ge, it immediately trembled into soberness: "Oh, pardon me. I've been watching a lot of palace fighting dramas lately."

Yan Ge placed it on the footrest and asked: "Why aren't we in our chaotic space?"

Compared to the fart of a chaotic space, Ji Zai preferred the system's space. Its beady eyes blinked at her and said weakly: "You're bound to the enthralling thousands system and haven't completed all the missions. Before you reach the pinnacle of fame, we can only stay in this small space in the meantime."

The corner of Yan Ge's eye twitched. Not waiting for her to speak, Ji Zai immediately evaded: "I didn't know this would happen before binding."

Yan Ge closed her eyes and felt for a moment. Although she was not in the chaotic space, she could still sense that a small bud-like branch had grown on her body.

This little bud was nourished by the soul source from the host.

Theoretically, the host this time was not an ordinary woman. Her soul source should be very strong. How could the nourished bud be so weak?

But the most inconceivable thing was that she only had three branches!

They're gone... isn't she basically bald now?

She turned into a bald-head??

Yan Ge had the basic aesthetics of a tree, and that standard was to have lush foliage.

But ever since the encountered that beast thing that ate her, the extremely lush 'hair' she raised disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Now it was so much better. She just turned bald immediately.

If fire wouldn't burn her to ashes, Yan Ge would have allowed her anger to burst at this moment.

She grabbed Ji Zai's wings with one hand and gritted out the question: "Where are my branches?"

"Don't—don't, I haven't told you the good news yet."

Good news was worth shit. No matter how good it was, it couldn't uplift her from the sorrow and despair of becoming bald.

Yan Ge glared fiercely at Ji Zai. If this chicken did not give her a few good reasons, she was going to ignore thousands of years worth of friendship and eat it as a stew.

How could Ji Zai not know how much Yan Ge treasured her hairs?

So without waiting for Yan Ge to ask, it immediately cried and said: "Your spirit tool has a tendency to condense. It was that guy that ate all your branches. Feel for yourself, it's really the one that did it. You nurtured it for so long, it's only right to be happy over its accomplishment."

Yan Ge couldn't happy. She thinks she can kill Buddha and ghosts if they kept her from crushing that damned whatever spirit tool into a slag.

Scholars would rather die than be insulted. Baldness is absolutely intolerable!

Ji Zai comforted her feebly: "Actually, you're not completely bald. You still have a little bud!"

This little bud was especially nourished by her host's soul source this time.

Yan Ge stood there with an ashen face. She looked as if she would detonate at any moment.

Ji Zai moved a bit further away from her and maintained a safe distance: "In fact, this is good news. You worked hard for so many years and finally gave birth to a spirit weapon. It's equivalent to an angel bearing wings. This is something to celebrate."

"Heh, heh!" Yan Ge let out an insidious chuckle as she glared at it.

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I guess baldness is more than a pet peeve of hers.