Bigshot's Sweetie Is a Cat!-Chapter 1187: So It Was the Demon Clan Who Killed You

The scene suddenly disappeared, leaving the teenager dumbfounded for two seconds.

He then anxiously searched around, desperately trying to find the connected image among thousands of mirrors, wanting to know what happened afterward.

"So... this is how you died..."

A familiar voice softly sounded behind him, carrying a hint of choking, as if the voice’s owner was stimulated by something, enduring immense inner pain, causing their voice to tremble.

This voice was different from those in the mirrors; it was real, in the tangible world.

The teenager’s vague figure froze, his dark red eyes slightly widened, then he slowly turned around.

Behind him stood someone gazing hollowly at the place where the image vanished.

That gaze seemed like it had discovered an unbearable truth.

"...Brother Mu Han."

Mu Han looked at the teenager, tears immediately flooding his face.

This call of Brother Mu Han, he hadn’t heard it for a very, very long time.

So long that he almost couldn’t remember it anymore.

It turned out he hadn’t heard wrong before; Brother Xi really came back.

The teenager looked at the familiar person before him, emotions gradually surging, tears continuously rolling down his face.

"So, it was my fault that your Primordial Spirit was destroyed, it was the Demon Clan who killed you..."

His voice trembled, choked, struggling with each word as if it took all his strength.

Mu Han clenched his hands, his whole heart seemingly torn open, bleeding profusely, the pain almost making him faint.

Back then, he was knocked unconscious, also stimulated, his memory slightly damaged, and nearly nine years had passed, so he couldn’t quite remember what exactly happened then.

He only remembered that Brother Xi died to save him.

Now, having seen everything clearly through the mirror, this feeling was even more unbearable than stabbing his heart with a knife.

Primordial Spirit destruction, just thinking about those four words was terrifying.

How could a child who cried from just a fall have the courage to do such a thing...

No wonder for the thousands of nights all these years, he never dreamed about him even once.

He always consoled himself that Brother Xi wasn’t dead, so he couldn’t dream about him.

Now he realized, only a wisp of his remnant soul remained, unable to even enter dreams.

"How could you be so foolish, did you think about how I’d live alone if you and Master left..." he wept inconsolably, years of gritted teeth and hard resilience finally completely collapsing, unable to hold on any longer.

"What am I supposed to do..."

"It was always you, Brother Mu Han, protecting me, I should have protected you too, but I still failed to protect you, couldn’t drag that person to die with you, almost let him harm you..."

Mu Han shook his head, crying, unable to say a word.

"...Brother Mu Han, have you been well all these years?"

"Not well... not well..." His throat ached so much it hurt to speak.

The tears he held back for years seemed to all be released at that moment.

"I’ve been looking for you, I’ve always been looking for you, where did you go..."

If it weren’t for that person saying he could help him save Brother Xi, if not for Qing Yi, he would’ve freed himself long ago.

"I’ve... I’ve also been looking for you. But I couldn’t get out, the place was so dark, filled with bad people, I was scared..."

"Sob sob..."

Mu Han cried, covering his face, powerless, collapsing to the ground, lying prone on the floor, trembling and sobbing.

He probably knew where that place he mentioned was.