Unseen Figures Behind the Scenes

Because the crystal ball itself is curved, all the images that appear have a strange sense of incongruity.

Even so, the young man gradually calmed down, his narrow phoenix eyes widened slightly, and his slightly long black hair covered his head in a mess, obscuring his pale yet stunning face.

The images could be memories, or they could be something like a movie; Yu Xing wasn't sure at first.

It wasn't until he stared at the dazzling, looping images and saw a familiar scene that a look of surprise flashed across his dark pupils.

It was a lone red rose.

The rose wasn't planted in the soil or in a pot; its roots were intertwined with a handful of firm earth. A pair of delicate white hands carefully cradled the earth in their palms, while the rose's thorns pierced their fingers. No blood seeped out; only the intricate parts were visible beneath the cut skin.

The continuous scene didn't end there. After presenting the rose, the hands carried it to a dark place. From then on, the rose never saw the sun, and only the hands with the parts occasionally watered it.

After that, the number of roses gradually increased.

The entire secluded path was covered with rose bushes. People came and died here; their flesh and blood rotted into nutrients, seeping into the ground and staining the soil red, making the roses look vibrant and beautiful.

The next scene shows a magnificent castle corridor with signs of habitation.

The fire spread and burned fiercely. A maid in a long dress screamed in the flames, and her shadow, cast on the wall by the flames, was nothing more than a rose.

A man wearing thin-rimmed round glasses flashed by, his features so delicate they resembled a doll. He ignited a spark, like a hit-and-run criminal, escaping the crystal ball's capture.

Then, Yu Xing saw himself.

He knelt down, holding the ugly, ghostly woman in his arms with a gesture of near-reverence. As his companion destroyed the first bouquet of roses, he watched as flames engulfed the woman, and she struggled, but ultimately could not break free from his embrace.

[Amidst the raging flames, surrounded by roses, a scene of passionate decadence, a handsome young man, seemingly divinely blessed, embraced the hideous demon. Part of the demon's flames were extinguished, as if in pity, or perhaps in redemption.]

The text that flashed across the crystal ball seemed so fleeting, as if it were merely Yu Xing's illusion.

It seems like just my imagination, right?

Yu Xing stared intently at the scene. Only he knew that it wasn't out of pity or redemption, but a deep and unwavering determination to kill Alice.

Alice's Park, the secret passage of the castle.

The one who destroyed the roses was Zeng Lai, a gambler, but also a very reliable teammate at the time.

The castle caught fire twice. He lit the flames surrounding him, but he didn't witness the fire that killed the Rose Maid.

But the old butler told him that the fire was started by a man named "Chen," that's right, Yu Fengchen.

This crystal ball is neither a memory nor a movie, but rather appears to be a record of missions from Wizard Cult.

Yu Xing's breathing quickened slightly, and even as the crystal ball began to play scenes unrelated to him again, he watched without blinking.

Five minutes...

Eight minutes.

In the eighth minute, Yu Xing saw Angel's villa appear on the crystal ball.

In the garden outside the villa, black and white flowers complemented each other, and no one knew that the young boy's remains were buried beneath the roots of these beautiful flowers.

His sister, however, under the influence of a wizard disguised as a boy, turned one visitor after another into dolls. The dolls sat in a row in the attic, their small bodies imprisoning people's souls.

Thirteen minutes.

At the thirteenth minute, Yu Xing saw Yu Fengchen.

It seemed to be a banquet; many people he didn't recognize sat around a round table in the same hall. He saw a strikingly beautiful woman say to Yu Fengchen...

Yes, I saw it.

As he saw the scene, the sounds within it seemed to appear naturally in his ears.

The woman, dressed in an exotic style, smiled at Yu Fengchen and said, "Never stand on the same side as Witch."

While they were talking, a seed silently slipped into a dish crawling with insects on a table in the distance.

A woman sat in a seat, and behind her, Female Ghost in red placed her hands on the woman's shoulders, a knowing smile playing on her lips.

It sounds like someone is calling out to this woman.

They call her... Twin Flower.

Is this something Yu Fengchen has experienced before?

Yu Xing lowered her eyes, and after a long while, she let out a cold laugh.

As expected, Yu Fengchen's physique was also related to the Ghost Tree, which is why he was noticed by the Wizard Cult early on.

This was something he had thought of long ago, so he once hoped that Yu Fengchen could also come to the Underground City and cause trouble with him.

Only...

After reviewing the images in the crystal ball, he discovered that the Wizard Cult always used flowers on their missions.

Some tasks originate from flowers.

In some tasks, flowers play an inconspicuous role, but they are always present.

Why a flower? Is it simply because the Ghost Tree is a plant, and therefore, the tiny flower, which also needs seeds, becomes synonymous with the Ghost Tree on the ground?

Flower...

Yu Xing was not unfamiliar with this word; a guess that might have appeared before but had been subjectively ruled out by him had resurfaced.

The scene in the crystal ball wasn't over yet. The Wizard Cult had existed for too long, or rather, due to the influence of the Ghost Tree on time and space, the Wizard Cult could accomplish more in the same amount of time.

This time, Yu Xing saw a small Western-style house from the Republican era.

His expression suddenly turned cold, and a chill spread throughout his body.

Lingren with exceptional talent was invited from the opera troupe to a Western-style house...

It really was that nightmare from before.

Yu Xing clenched her fist tightly, her nails digging into her palm, and drops of blood fell to the ground.

No one probably knows the details of this mission better than him.

But was the Lingren a member of Wizard Cult?

What a joke! The Lingren and the wizard are nothing alike, and the Lingren has disliked flowers ever since he first met Lingren.

He stared at the crystal ball, expecting the scene inside to be the same as in his memory, presenting his experiences.

But then a fork appeared.

The subject of this mission record is not him, but two other people.

In the middle of the night, the Lingren leaned against the bay window of the room arranged for him by his father, looking out with a calm expression. The window had a wide view, overlooking the nearby corridor.

In the corridor, the young master Yu Xing sat there, facing an easel, seemingly searching for Spiritual Sense.

The Lingren's eyes were gentle as she gazed at the young master's figure. Unconsciously, the corners of her lips turned up slightly, revealing a faint smile.

But just then, a figure appeared in his room.

"Your expression is interesting. Is he special to you?" A voice filled with laughter drifted into the Lingren's ears.

The moment he heard the voice, the Lingren's smile vanished. He silently looked into the shadows in the corner, and when he spoke again, his tone was icy cold, a coldness that the young master had never heard before.

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"Hua Subai, what do you want to do?"

In the dimly lit townhouse, Yu Xing, witnessing this scene, slowly, slowly curled the corners of her lips into a smile, her eyes revealing a slightly frightening expression.

Chapter Fourteen: The Unseen Behind-the-Scenes Scene