Chapter 26 Ask Her Heart (Part 2)

Players thought that the next fantasy would continue Zi Yi's story, but unexpectedly the scene switched directly to another area.

The blood moon hung high in the sky, and the forest was pitch black. A dilapidated temple could be vaguely seen at the foot of the mountain. Around the temple was a cracked bluestone road, with moss covering the cracks.

Crimson: "Oh my goodness, the wind is blowing, it's like the start of a horror movie!"

Song Mu: "Could it be the Lanruo Temple copy?"

Shui Jing Zhu: "Even if you don't know the characters of the world of immortal cultivation, you can at least count. This plaque clearly has four characters on it."

As she spoke, she pushed the others aside and walked in.

Shenhong followed behind and nags, "Sister Shui, if you just barge in like that, you wouldn't survive more than three seconds in a horror movie."

Shui Jing Zhu was helpless, "It's just an illusion, and we have to believe in science."

Shen Hong: "But there really are ghosts in the world of immortal cultivation!"

Song Mu was scared. "If a ghost appears soon, can I hold you? I'm a little scared of it."

Crimson: "I'm scared too, brother!"

As they walked towards the temple, a cold wind blew behind them, causing leaves to swirl around the plaque.

[Ming Yue Jun Temple]

As soon as he walked in, Song Mu stuck to Shenhong, rubbing and squeezing her, making Shenhong very impatient. She couldn't push him away, nor could she get rid of him. Song Mu was like a chewed gum, sticking to Shenhong.

Crimson: "Are you that scared?"

Song Mu: "If you're not afraid, why are you grabbing my hand? Can't a crow standing on a pig see that it's black?"

Shui Jing Zhu does not believe in ghosts and gods, nor is he afraid of them.

Unlike the two male players, she walked casually in the dilapidated outer courtyard, admiring the outer wall structure and the winding ivy.

This temple has been in ruins for who knows how many years, with collapses everywhere. When Shui Jingzhu stepped on the bluestone bricks, he could feel the unique softness of humus. It must be the wind that blew the fallen leaves in, and then they rotted in the yard, turning into softer black ashes.

Shui Jing Zhu walked towards the main hall, and only when he went deeper did he find that the structure of the hall was too luxurious. Even though the main buildings had been broken and collapsed over the years, the towering dome and the giant solid-color stone statue standing in the center were enough to prove its former glory.

Shui Jing Zhu was looking up, and in front of him was an extremely tall white jade statue. After years of erosion, the lines carved on the white jade had cracked and climbed all the way, and the broken lines gathered on the waist of the statue.

Shui Jing Zhu wanted to see the face of the stone statue clearly, so she stepped back step by step.

The silky long skirt, wide sleeves, the peach blossom jade pendant at the waist, and the collar made her retreat several steps, only to suddenly discover that the stone statue had no face!

This is a faceless statue of a woman!

Shui Jing Zhu took a deep breath. This temple was dedicated to this woman, right? Why wasn't her face carved into it?

Looking at the stone statue in front of him, she has a dignified demeanor and gorgeous clothes. Her hands are clasped together, pressing down a long sword, as if suppressing something. The full moon behind her head makes her look even more solemn and unapproachable.

If Jian Shiyuan stood next to Shui Jing Zhu, she would definitely introduce her to her as the Mad Emperor's sister, Lady Mingyue, and this is the Mingyue Temple where Lady Mingyue is enshrined.

Shui Jingzhu stared at the stone statue for a long time, until Shenhong and Song Mu came in, then she looked away.

Crimson: "We looked everywhere, but there's no one."

Song Mu added: "There are no ghosts either."

Shui Jing Zhu frowned slightly, "Then wait a moment, the plot should be about to begin."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a loud "boom" in the sky, and a strong wind blew up. Countless leaves were picked up by the wind and twisted into a ball.

Song Mu was startled and shrank back.

Shenhong joked, "When rain falls on a deserted temple, something bad will happen. The monster will come out of its cave."

Shui Jing Zhu looked at the gloomy sky, stretched out her hand, and felt a drop of rain falling into her palm. She looked up, and the rain suddenly poured down, crackling and hitting the ground.

In just a moment, the sky darkened completely and the rain continued, as if an invisible hand covered the deserted temple. Shui Jingzhu felt depressed. It was dark inside and outside the temple, and she was trapped in darkness.

Suddenly, a little light flickered in the distance.

Shui Jing Zhu strained to gaze out. The light was soft, hidden in the heavy rain, like a lantern on the water, rising and falling with the wind and waves. The light was approaching, getting closer and closer.

Shui Jing Zhu vaguely saw a blurry figure walking towards them through the rain.

The man was tall and slender, and his movements were slow. Song Mu was very afraid of ghosts, and seeing someone approaching from the darkness should have frightened him, but there was no fear in his heart, only tranquility, as if he were waiting for a punctual friend.

When the man came closer, the players realized that it was the young man Jian Shiyuan.

The rain fell and rolled down the umbrella. He held a copper lamp in his right hand and walked slowly towards them.

His cheeks were immersed in the light, and were covered with moisture, like warm jade from mutton fat. Following the dim light, one could see his straight nose and jade-like chin. His features were extremely beautiful, hidden in the rain curtain, against the backdrop of the night, like a blooming Epiphyllum ruby ​​​​that was ravaged by a sudden downpour.

It was also the first time that Song Mu felt such a contradictory temperament. The young man Jian Shiyuan was handsome and fragile. When he raised his eyes, although he had no expression, his eyes seemed to be full of affection.

They moved with the young man Jian Shiyuan. Raindrops slid down the umbrella onto his shoulders, wetting one corner. His pure white robe moved with him, leaving behind a string of water droplets.

The young man Jian Shiyuan put away his umbrella and looked up to meet Shenhong's eyes. Shenhong found that the eyes were bright and lively, and he was not blind yet.

Crimson: "Master"

Before he could say anything, a strong wind blew up, whoosh—hiss—and blew down a window. The wooden window had been in disrepair for a long time, and the inside was hollowed out by insects. When it hit the ground, it raised a cloud of dust.

Song Mu was startled and hid behind the young man Jian Shiyuan. Jian Shiyuan's back was straight and his long hair was slightly damp. His figure was elongated by the dim light of the lantern. Song Mu hid in his shadow and felt very safe.

Perhaps because he was nervous and relaxed, Song Mu did not notice the dark shadow that flashed by the window.

The young man Jian Shiyuan's expression turned cold, and he frowned slightly, but the corner of his mouth curled up into a smile familiar to the players. Song Mu was very close and could feel the change in Jian Shiyuan's mood.

He restrained his breath for a moment, closed his eyes, opened them again, drew his sword, clang -

Crimson yelled, "Something's approaching!"

Shui Jing Zhu couldn't help but move closer to the young man Jian Shiyuan. Staying next to the sect leader made her feel safe.

The players followed the young man Jian Shiyuan like quails. The young man Jian Shiyuan did not move. He held his sword and waited.

call.

There were heavy footsteps, something approaching.

Sudden!

A black hand was clinging to the broken window. A faint light was lit in the darkness, illuminating only the outline of a dark shadow. It was a huge monster with horns on its head, half the height of a building. At this moment, a pair of green eyes like copper bells were staring at the only living person in the hall - the young man Jian Shiyuan.

Crimson: "Holy crap! This monster would be a mid-game boss in other games, but why is it released so early in the Immortal Demon World? Will the Sect Master be beaten badly? The Sect Master will definitely be beaten badly."

Shui Jing Zhu: "If you don't speak, no one will think you are dumb."

Song Mu: "It's so big, so tall, and it's drooling. So disgusting."

The young man Jian Shiyuan remained motionless. He stood in the dim light, his lips a soft cherry pink, looking amiable and lovely.

The monster stretched out its dark, thick arms, its movements stiff and slow, its blue blood vessels bulging, each one beating like a heart.

Song Mu felt nauseous. This monster looked like a sea cucumber that had been soaked in water for half a month. Its body was unhealthily swollen and pale, and a fishy smell hit his nose. He felt like he was going to vomit.

The dirty and terrifying black hand stretched out towards the young man Jian Shiyuan, but he remained indifferent. Just when Song Mu was about to lose patience, the young man Jian Shiyuan suddenly raised his eyes with a smile on his face.

“Zheng——”

There was a sound of sword ringing and breaking air in the darkness. Shui Jingzhu was closer to the monster. Before she could react, she saw the jade-like face of the young man Jian Shiyuan passing above her head. The long sword in his hand was like a silver moon, and the cold sword reflected the light of the lantern, flashing dazzlingly.

The young man Jian Shiyuan raised his arm, and his sword was like a crescent moon, emitting a bright glow.

cut!

With just one sword, the huge and terrifying ghost was trembling as if its lifeblood was pinched. Its skin burned and contracted, and a ball of ghost fire suddenly shot out of its green eyes and burned in its eye sockets.

The young man, Jian Shiyuan, remained expressionless, his smile only deepening. He gripped the longsword tightly with interest. Shui Jingzhu's pupils constricted as she watched the Sect Master step forward, leap into the air, and pierce the demon's crown with his sword. Half-kneeling on top of the demon's head, he exerted a slight force, plunging the entire length of the sword into the demon.

The ghost howled fiercely, and its body shattered like a mirror. The young man Jian Shiyuan fell to the ground, stood up, drew out his sword, and swung it nonchalantly.

The battle was fast, clean, and perfect, leaving all the players present stunned.

Shui Jing Zhu sneered: "Beat up the sect leader?"

Song Mu also sneered: "The Sect Master will definitely be beaten badly?"

Shen Hong blushed and argued like Kong Yiji, "I was just guessing based on common sense. Our leader is cheating, so he must be safe and sound."

As he spoke, he looked at the young man Jian Shiyuan, preparing to think of some eulogy to sing praises to the sect master to ease the awkward atmosphere.

After killing the enemy, the young man Jian Shiyuan had a dull expression, without a trace of joy.

He looked out the broken window, at the endless curtain of rain.

Shenhong's heart was moved, and he instantly lost interest in expressing himself. He looked at the wet hair of the young man Jian Shiyuan and closed his mouth silently.

Shui Jing Zhu also stared out the window, frowning, "There are still a bunch of monsters outside."

Song Mu was puzzled, "Where did these monsters come from?"

Before the players could wonder, a burst of hurried footsteps interrupted their thoughts.

A group of people rushed into the hall, their clothes stained with blood and their steps weak. The leader among them was a middle-aged bearded man with short limbs and a square face. As soon as he entered the door, his eyes were fixed on the young man Jian Shiyuan. He held a long knife stained with blood and pointed it at the young man Jian Shiyuan.

The young man, Jian Shiyuan, had a gentle expression, unmoved by the knife pointed at him. He stood in the dimness, a bewitching glow shrouding him, like a jade statue of a beautiful woman, even more vivid and beautiful than the one standing in the main hall.

The middle-aged man had never seen such a beautiful man before, and his suspicions grew even stronger. He whispered, "Are you a human or a ghost?"

The young man, Jian Shiyuan, remained silent. His gaze passed over the group of people and stopped at the child in the woman's arms. His eyes softened slightly, perhaps because he was afraid that a quarrel would scare the child. He said slowly, "Of course it's a human."

Shen Hong didn't have the good temper of the young Jian Shiyuan. She cursed angrily, "Didn't you bastards lead the monster here? Stay outside and don't drag others down."

Song Mu was also angry, "You actually pointed a knife at the Sect Master, is that polite?"

Shui Jing Zhu stared at the blood on the knife, "Monsters don't have red blood. What did he kill?"

The middle-aged man was not satisfied with the young man Jian Shiyuan's answer. He took a few steps forward with a knife in hand and threatened, "Get out."

The young man Jian Shiyuan remained indifferent. He looked at the rain curtain without saying a word.

Crimson exploded, "First come, first served, understand? You unlucky bastards have attracted so many monsters and brought trouble to the Sect Master, and you still want to kick him out? Get out if you want!"

Shui Jing Zhu's eyes turned cold. "There are a bunch of monsters outside. Going out is just courting death. Let's just kill these people. They are so cruel."

Song Mu looked at the child in the woman's arms. The child was hiding in his mother's arms, looking out with a pair of eyes to watch the fun. "The Sect Master is afraid of scaring the child, so he is patient."

Looking at the middle-aged man approaching step by step, the young man Jian Shiyuan suddenly turned his head and said, "If I leave, you will be dead."

The middle-aged man was stunned, and the young woman holding the child suddenly spoke, "This young man is also a monk, right?"

The young man Jian Shiyuan remained silent.

The young woman smiled to ease the atmosphere and winked at the middle-aged man, "We are all human beings and should stick together. Today we are surrounded by ghosts. If we quarrel among ourselves again, I am afraid we will be doomed."

Crimson sneered, "If you just get out of here, nothing will happen. It's you who brought this here."

Shui Jing Zhu sneered, "Her words are quite interesting. When she said 'an internal dispute has arisen again', it seems like the sect leader is just looking for trouble."

Song Mu chuckled, "These people are not good people."

The young man Jian Shiyuan was not interested in dealing with them, and was even too lazy to deal with them. He found a corner to sit down alone. The middle-aged man glared at him with disgust, fearing his identity as a monk, and finally said nothing.

The child was put down by the young woman, and was not afraid. He ran around in the hall. The young man Jian Shiyuan closed his eyes and meditated. The child found it strange, so he ran to his side and secretly touched the lantern.

The young man Jian Shiyuan knew that he was approaching. He was always particularly tolerant of the cubs, so he didn't care and continued to meditate.

The child thought the lantern was really beautiful. Seeing that the young man Jian Shiyuan had his eyes closed, he reached out and pulled the lantern towards him. He looked at the young man Jian Shiyuan again, then bit his lip, picked up the lantern and ran away.

Crimson: "Fuck! This bear, when it was little it stole lamps, and when it grows up it will definitely steal people!"

Shui Jing Zhu: "Uneducated person."

Song Mu: "If it were me, I would beat this thing to death."

The young man Jian Shiyuan was trapped in darkness. His eyelashes moved slightly, but he did not open his eyes in the end.

Crimson: "Why doesn't the Sect Master teach this bastard a lesson?"

Song Mu: "We can't tolerate such a naughty child! We must give him a good beating to teach him a lesson."

Shui Jing Zhu looked at the child, then at the young man Jian Shiyuan, and finally understood something. He slowly spoke, "This child's mother is very smart. She will definitely return the lantern when she sees it. They need the Sect Master's help in fighting the monsters right now, so they can't afford to offend him. The Sect Master guessed this even without opening his eyes."

She thought of something and smiled softly, "The Sect Master is too gentle. Maybe he's afraid that if I keep my eyes open, the child's mother will be embarrassed. So they secretly sent the child back, and the Sect Master pretended that it never happened."

She had another thought hidden in her heart: if the Sect Master opened his eyes, the child's mother, to save face, would surely scold her child, or at least force him to apologize. This might make the child cry. It was late at night, and with a swarm of monsters outside, the child's crying would be too loud and could easily attract something.

After hearing what Shui Jing Zhu said, Song Mu and Shen Hong fell silent.

The master is really gentle.

Sure enough, the young woman handed the lantern over again. Seeing that the young man Jian Shiyuan had his eyes closed, he moved his lips, then said nothing and quietly retreated.

The young man Jian Shiyuan also opened his eyes.

He had a pair of beautiful eyes, and under the dim light, they looked as fine as the finest glass. As he stared intently out the window, the players could sense a certain solemnity.

The players instantly understood that the young man Jian Shiyuan would protect this group of trash people.

Shui Jing Zhu sighed. She seemed to understand the young Jian Shiyuan. "Protecting children is the responsibility of every adult."

The young clan leader looked at the children with tenderness, perhaps because he felt pity for them being born in this chaotic world.

The players watched as the young man Jian Shiyuan stood up, cut his palm with a sword, and bright red blood flowed out. He used his palm as a pen to draw runes on the portal of the hall.

The group also noticed the actions of the young man Jian Shiyuan. The middle-aged man looked at the rune and nodded to the young woman. The young woman also relaxed and hugged the child as she leaned closer to the stone statue.

Using one's own blood to draw a talisman to avoid ghosts can indeed confuse ghosts outside, but this method consumes too much energy, and the middle-aged man is unwilling to do it.

Looking at the young man Jian Shiyuan who was drawing talismans with blood, a hint of sarcasm flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes.

What a fool.

The young man Jian Shiyuan was regulating his breathing while drawing. In just two cups of tea, he had painted the entire hall with bright red runes. His face was pale, and it was obvious that he had consumed a lot of energy.

He walked to the corner, listened to the sharp howling of ghosts outside, and closed his eyes to rest.

Sudden!

The young man Jian Shiyuan opened his eyes. At the same time, a ghost suddenly rushed towards the door, and it was responded by a sword light!

The young man Jian Shiyuan took action!

His movements were as fast as a ghost. Before the middle-aged man could see him draw his sword, the ghost was split in half and fell to the ground, turning into ashes in an instant.

The young man Jian Shiyuan frowned and reminded, "More and more ghosts are gathering outside, at least a hundred of them."

The faces of those present turned pale instantly.

The young woman was the most terrified. She howled almost miserably, "Brother, you must save us!"

Some people present also collapsed. Someone in the corner lost his mind and cursed hysterically at the middle-aged man, "If you hadn't insisted on taking that bracelet, how could we have fallen to this point? They kept chasing us, and we would all die!"

Crimson: "Good fellow, it really was you bastards who brought this upon me!"

Shui Jing Zhu: "Bracelet? Treasure? The man isn't wearing it, so he must have hidden it."

Song Mu: "Master, please kick them out. They brought this upon themselves."

The middle-aged man's face suddenly changed. He drew his knife and pointed it at the person in the corner, shouting angrily, "Stop talking nonsense. If you keep talking nonsense, I'll cut off your tongue."

The young man Jian Shiyuan didn't watch the farce in the hall. He just stood at the door of the hall, holding the sword tightly in his hand.

Waves of resentment rushed towards the hall, but before they could enter, they were shaken away by the runes on the wall. Countless runes shone brightly, and the blood-red light illuminated the darkness, making the temple glow red.

Ghosts roared in the darkness, and it looked like a fight to the death. The young man Jian Shiyuan turned to look at the middle-aged man and said calmly, "Throw the things out."

The middle-aged man refused to admit it. "What? Don't listen to his nonsense. He's been scared and has gone crazy."

The young man Jian Shiyuan just looked him in the eyes and said, "Will you hand it over? If not, I'll throw you out."

The young woman also advised, "Boss, throw it out quickly, otherwise we will all die."

The middle-aged man's face turned pale as he stared at the young man Jian Shiyuan. He gritted his teeth, took something out of his arms, and threw it outside.

Those ghosts also sensed the object, wailing and screaming, rushing towards the object frantically, and then charging into the hall even more frantically.

The young man Jian Shiyuan looked at the middle-aged man and said, "Throw it out for real."

The middle-aged man's heart hardened and he sneered, "That's true."

The young man Jian Shiyuan didn't waste any more words. He swept his sword, prompting the middle-aged man to resist with his sword. He grabbed the middle-aged man by the back of the collar and threw him forward easily, throwing him out of the hall.

Everyone present was stunned speechless by his sudden action. Even the young woman stopped crying and just listened blankly to the middle-aged man roaring and fighting outside.

The young man Jian Shiyuan continued to stare at the door, guarding against any ghosts breaking in.

The middle-aged man's battle continued. Although there were many ghosts, he had a treasure to protect himself, so he was not at a disadvantage at this time. He kicked and smashed a deer-horned ghost that was entangled with him. The middle-aged man gritted his teeth, took out a black bracelet from his arms, looked at it reluctantly, gritted his teeth and threw it away.

The ghosts around him seemed to be attracted by something, leaving the middle-aged man behind and rushing towards the black bracelet. The middle-aged man also had the opportunity to jump into the hall.

He had many scars on his body, oozing blood, and looked at the young man Jian Shiyuan with hatred.

Crimson's fur exploded: "What's with that look? If it weren't for the ghosts this bitch provoked, the Sect Master would be resting well now."

Shui Jing Zhu: "Human hearts are never satisfied. They will not be grateful to the clan leader for driving away evil spirits and protecting their family. They will only feel that it was the clan leader who caused them to lose their treasure."

Song Mu: "Oh no, those ghosts are gathering here again!"

The middle-aged man also saw the gathering ghosts. He spat a mouthful of blood foam at the young man Jian Shiyuan in hatred, "They want to eat us, they won't disperse on their own."

The young man Jian Shiyuan held his sword, unmoved. He said, "Then kill them all."

The players only saw a flash of sword light, and Jian Shiyuan rushed out. Countless black air rushed towards the hall frantically, causing the blood runes on the wall to emit light from time to time. The light became dimmer and dimmer, flickering, as if it was about to break.

The crowd in the hall screamed and frantically looked for a hiding place. The young woman stared at the middle-aged man and said quickly, "Master, you stay with us and protect us."

The middle-aged man certainly wouldn't rush out and die like Jian Shiyuan did. He held the knife, stood beside the young woman, and said hatefully, "That guy is dead. Let's find a secluded gap and see if we can escape."

As he spoke, he grabbed the young woman's wrist tightly and pulled her to his side.

Countless, endless streams of ghosts rushed towards the hall, their number far exceeding a hundred. The blood talisman drawn by the young man Jian Shiyuan dimmed and shattered under the repeated collisions of the ghosts.

The ghost, no longer obstructed, roared and rushed into the hall!

The players looked at the huge crowd of ugly monsters with pale faces.

Although these things would not really hurt them, they were still scared to the point of their sanity dropping wildly when faced with such a terrifying tide of ghosts.

Crimson: "Ri ri ri ri—Master, help me!"

Song Mu: "So disgusting and scary! Why can't I log off? I'm so scared!"

Shui Jing Zhu: "Is the Sect Master entangled?"

They couldn't see the scene outside the hall. Inside, ghosts were rushing around, screaming, wailing and crying, filling their six senses. They couldn't spare a moment to explore the outside of the hall.

A pitch-black ghost hand suddenly grabbed the naughty kid. Shenhong sighed and waited to see the show.

The child was so frightened that his face turned pale and his eyes widened. The players all thought he was doomed. Suddenly, a sword beam pierced the darkness, and the young man Jian Shiyuan jumped into the scene. He cut the monster in half with one sword and saved the child.

The players cheered when they saw the young leader. At this moment, Song Mu suddenly said, "The leader's eyes..."

Shui Jing Zhu followed up his words with a trembling voice: "Is he blind?"

The young man Jian Shiyuan had a familiar smile on his face, but his eyes were dull. His lips were pale and he seemed to have exhausted his spiritual power. He hugged the child and swung his sword to cut off the ghost behind him.

The players' hearts sank to the bottom.

This is destined to be a brutal battle.

Song Mu didn't know how to describe this battle in words. The fighting power displayed by the young man Jian Shiyuan was terrifying, and his gentleness also made people soften their hearts.

He always held the child in his arms, protecting him and preventing him from getting hurt. However, he himself was covered in wounds from the battle with the ghost.

The battle finally ceased at dawn. All the demons were slain, and the young man, Jian Shiyuan, was in a very bad state, supporting himself with his sword, and seemed to be on the verge of collapse.

The middle-aged man was not dead. He walked out from the corner with the young woman. He looked at the blood-stained young man Jian Shiyuan and sneered, "Idiot."

The young woman looked at the seriously injured Jian Shiyuan thoughtfully.

The child threw himself into his mother's arms, hugged her and cried.

The young woman comforted her son, but her eyes remained on the young man Jian Shiyuan. Seeing his lips as white as jade, without a trace of blood, and his breath weak, she asked in a low voice, "Can he still live?"

The middle-aged man sneered, "I don't think he'll survive. His Qi and blood are injured and he can't use his spiritual power. Such a serious injury, haha."

He looked at the young woman, frowned and asked, "Why, are you feeling sorry for that pretty boy?"

The young woman smiled gently and tapped the middle-aged man's chest. "How is that possible? I was thinking that he is a cultivator after all, and his meat is rich in spiritual energy, so it should be quite nutritious."

The players were so shocked by the young woman's words that their scalps tingled and they took a step back in fear.

them? ! !

The young man Jian Shiyuan was still conscious. He opened his eyes with difficulty, not looking at the young woman or the middle-aged woman, but only at the child. His eyes had lost their luster and were dead silent.

The child he had rescued said with a smile and innocence, "That brother smells so good, he must be delicious."

The young man Jian Shiyuan supported his body with his sword. He seemed to have been drained of all his strength and breathed out slowly and silently.

The players observed that the stone pillars of the hall cast a shadow in the morning light, and the young man Jian Shiyuan was trapped in that shadow and in the darkness.

The illusion began to flip, but the players didn't want to leave. They tried to get closer to the young man Jian Shiyuan. They wanted to hold him and hug him, but they were still pushed down by the illusion.

Only the young man Jian Shiyuan remained in the darkness.

He lowered his head and no one knew what he was thinking.

He was just stuck in darkness.

The scene changed, and the players saw a girl in a plain purple dress with a jade hairpin. She half-leaned out of the carriage and said to the young man Jian Shiyuan who was leaning on a bamboo pole by the roadside, "Excuse me, big brother, do you know how to get to Yanyun City?"

Unlike the dark, damp and cold hall, Zi Yi had a smile on her lips, looking gentle and clean, like a flower blooming on a cliff.