All living beings in her novels have achieved perfection, but only Yin Jiuxiao, the supporting character who was written "at the bottom of the devil's abyss, withered bones turned to ashes" to complement the glory of the male protagonist, is being pierced by ninety-nine soul-crushing nails and locked in the endless abyss forever. The resentment soaring to the sky almost burned the pages of the book.
The ghostly image of the sapphire slip on which this volume was written in the past appears, and the cinnabar writing is like blood and tears dripping down: "The sins will pay for themselves, the hostility will not disappear, and the souls and souls will perish together."
Stepping into the bottom of the abyss, she saw that he was digging into the rock wall with his jagged finger bones over and over again for the four words "the soul will be destroyed" - that was the ending she wrote for him with her own hands.
Following the vague "settings" in her mind, she trembled her wrists and dripped blood into the "bone-eroding poisonous spring" she described. He slowly raised his eyes and turned to her with cloudy eyes under his dry hair.
"The taste of blood..." A sound like gravel rolled in his throat, "comes from the same source as my three hundred years of suffering..."
On the three hundredth new day, the blood in her left arm dried up. He suddenly raised his hand, and the soul-suppressing nail that penetrated the metacarpal bone scraped. His cold fingers strangled the dagger she had transferred to her right hand.
"Soul-suppressing nails, bone-eroding springs, thousands of ants eating hearts..." Every time he said a word, the bottom of the abyss trembled. The tortures she had once brushed off now turned into reality, crushing her soul. "It's all decided by your writing... I will suffer from life after life."
"Lord God." He twitched the corners of his mouth, with a broken and twisted expression that was half-smiling.
"From today onwards, I will experience all this suffering," his voice was very soft, yet more biting than the cold wind at the bottom of the abyss, "please... Taste it for yourself."
