I looked at the bottle of medicine on the table.

After thinking for a long time, I still put it away.

Gradually, more and more disciples from Shu Mountain disappeared.

Rumors spread throughout Shu Mountain, and the elders who stayed in Shu Mountain have begun to investigate this matter.

Every day, I live in fear, afraid that they will discover my involvement.

Sanluo heard about it and came to ask me, "It's possible that there's a powerful demon causing trouble. Shu Mountain has an ancient protective formation guarding it, so ordinary demons can't create chaos. It's not safe for you to stay here. Do you want to come with me to Xianxia and hide for a few days?"

But how could I dare to go to Xianxia?

If I sleepwalk and kill again at night, everything will be over.

After my repeated refusal, Sanluo gave up.

She gave me a jade hairpin and instructed me carefully, "If you're in danger, smash it immediately. I'll be able to find out right away and come to save you."

I held the jade hairpin in my hand, feeling complicated.

She actually trusts me so much.

My sense of guilt and remorse grew stronger.

Linhuai hasn't come back yet, and I can't wait any longer.

If it's discovered that I'm the one behind the scenes, he will inevitably be implicated.

After considering it repeatedly and being forced to a point where I had no other choice, I could only take a desperate gamble and decide to fake my death.

First, I pretended to catch a cold, and then gradually let the condition worsen.

Fortunately, my usual portrayal of a weak person had already been deeply ingrained in people's minds, and no one suspected that I would fake it.

After acting for a few days, the time was ripe.

I took out the bottle of fake death medicine left by the unknown man and resolutely swallowed it.

Soon, the medicine took effect.

While I still had a trace of consciousness, I faintly heard the maid announcing my death, the doctor hurrying on the road, and the pulse being felt over and over again. In the end, they had no choice but to declare me dead.

In the midst of the maid's loud wailing, I completely lost consciousness.

I don't know how many days passed, but when the effects of the fake death medicine wore off, I gradually regained some consciousness.

This process was slow and torturous.

All around was silent. I must have been buried in a very quiet place.

After all, I was the Sect Master's wife, so the funeral must have been grand.

I wonder how Linhuai is doing with his demon-slaying. If he hasn't returned to Shu Mountain, would he be sad to hear that I have "died of illness"? Would he shed tears for me?

In a series of random thoughts, each of my organs slowly began to function normally again.

My eyelashes trembled lightly, and I slowly opened my eyes.

I thought I would see the pitch-black lid of a coffin.

But instead, what met my eyes was Linhuai's face, as gentle and flawless as jade.

He stood by my bedside, looking dignified and serene, his clear eyes fixed on me. "Tired of playing already, my lady?"

I thought I was hallucinating and was so scared that I immediately closed my eyes.

Opened, closed, opened, closed.

I did it several times, but Linhuai was still standing there, perfectly fine.

The "death escape" had failed.

I'm finished.