Instead, it formed a painting, a painting so vivid it seemed alive.
In the painting, a breathtakingly beautiful woman wearing the Phoenix Crown and Rosy Veil was being shyly drawn into a man's embrace. His palm was so strong and rough, constantly rubbing against her skin.
The woman's eyes were hazy, the shame and anger within them growing ever deeper.
The woman in the painting looked extremely similar to her-or rather, exactly the same-while the man's black robes billowed and his ink-black hair danced wildly.
His eyes were unfathomably deep, and a cold sneer curled his lips, making him look particularly chilling.
It was none other than the Blood Rain Demon Venerable. This painting depicted precisely what she had personally experienced in that Small Mountain Village.
The moment when the demon had ravished her.
The moonlight was so deep. Shame and anger showed on the face of the woman in the opera costume, yet her gaze did indeed grow hazy.
"Damn you, demon! You dared to ravish me! I'll kill you. I'll definitely kill you!"
Her killing intent surged. She felt her body growing hotter and hotter, as though she had returned to that night.
She knew perfectly well that this was not because she had fallen in love with the demon, but because the cultivation technique he practiced was extremely strange and particularly effective at suppressing vengeful ghosts like them.
Once it touched them, it burned like an unending flame, constantly scorching their bodies and producing that strange sensation.
Even as a fierce ghost, she could not withstand this feeling at all. Every day, an unbearable itch tormented her, and the demon's figure rose from the depths of her heart, growing clearer and more frenzied, until she longed to be drawn into his arms again.
She knew perfectly well