"Huai Guang, use your face for the memorial portrait."
After a brief hesitation, Luo Xian made this difficult decision.
Bai Huaiguang's face changed drastically at those words. He had always done more and spoken less, but this time, he had no choice but to ask:
"Sis, using me as the memorial portrait can indeed solve the root problem, but I'll die.
If I die, then you..."
"You'll become a ghost in my dream, and I'll preserve your life within it."
Luo Xian's tone was heavy. Making this decision had clearly taken courage.
If Bai Huaiguang became the memorial portrait, then the identities of the "painter" and the "painted" would be unified, avoiding the problem of a chaotic root source.
Xiao He's identity would then be completely squeezed out, reduced to a supporting role like A Chun and Kun Sheng.
The foundation of this forbidden ground, or rather its Supernatural Power, would be supplied by "Bai Huaiguang, the root source."
But how could Bai Huaiguang, a mere employee, provide enough Supernatural Power to sustain the entire forbidden ground?
There was only one answer—becoming a ghost.
Bai Huaiguang's breathing grew increasingly strained. Facing the white paper of the memorial portrait with his pale face, he said in a low voice:
"In your current state, you can only use the Nightmare Sin Item, and this is your final use authorization.
Once I become a ghost, I'll lose all the opportunities that follow as well.
If you preserve my life, then the two of us together will no longer be able to resolve anything. And with the situation being this complicated..."
"Leave it to Ji Li."
Luo Xian sounded deeply exhausted. Letting out a long sigh, she said helplessly:
"I don't understand why, right from the beginning of this forbidden ground, an unsolvable death