vengeful spirit

Several hours had passed since Xie Lian came down the mountain.

The sky gradually brightened, the stars dimmed, and the air was mixed with a faint smell of burnt charcoal. The black fog lingered, surrounding the hills, occasionally mixed with the wails of resentful spirits and the crackling sound of burning branches.

Mo Qiuyan leaned against a tree branch, his eyelashes trembling slightly, and he opened his eyes blankly.

Where is this?

Why am I here?

Then she remembered.

Oh, I just finished the storyline of Hundred Swords Piercing the Heart.

I actually fell asleep leaning against a tree.

Mo Qiuyan rubbed his temples and felt a splitting headache. He slowly stood up with the help of a tree trunk and walked slowly down the mountain.

Halfway through the walk, she noticed that the ghostly aura around her was getting stronger and stronger. She had a vague premonition in her heart, and when she turned around, her eyes met with a young man in black.

The young man was dressed in a neat warrior outfit, with a tall figure and black hair tied up, which swayed in the wind.

The bandage covering his face had been removed long ago, and Mo Qiuyan's red eyes, which he had not seen for half a year, were now revealed.

Mo Qiuyan looked at Xiao Huacheng carefully, and finally patted his shoulder:

"The transformation was pretty fast, and he grew taller."

Xiao Huacheng pursed his lips and said, "I wish I hadn't transformed under those circumstances."

After hearing this, both of them fell silent.

After a while, Mo Qiuyan said, "Forget it, the matter is over. Let's not talk about it for now."

After saying this, he pulled him down the mountain. Unexpectedly, Xiao Huacheng said, "I'd better not appear in front of His Highness directly for now. I... just want to protect him in secret."

Mo Qiuyan looked at him for a long while, and finally said, "Since you think so, that's fine."

After a moment of silence, she continued, "I won't be going back for the next few days. Let Your Highness adjust on his own first."

This time, she just wanted to be a bystander for a few days.

In the end, not much could be changed.

"Xiao Honghong, this time, it's your turn to protect him."

......

While Xie Lian was dazed, he heard the deafening sound of gongs and drums.

Xie Lian gasped, his eyes bloodshot, and wondered: Who? What?

Some force drove him to stagger up and go out to check.

After walking for a long time, he finally realized that it was the sound of celebration for the establishment of Yong'an, the relocation of the imperial capital, and the completion of the new palace.

Universal celebration! The old citizens of Xianle Country were now cheering for Yong'an. On the streets, the smiles on everyone's faces were so bright, so familiar.

Xie Lian remembered that during the Lantern Festival, the people of Xianle Imperial City had cheered in the same way.

Xie Lian stumbled back again and collapsed on the ground.

Why should he see the laughter and joy of the "Yong'an people" when the bodies of the King and Queen of Xianle were lying at his feet?

Xie Lian buried his face in his hands, crying and laughing, hahahaha, wuwuwu.

After a while, he chuckled and said, "It's not that easy."

Just as Xie Lian stumbled out of the house, laughing wildly, a light figure leaped into the house through the window.

Mo Qiuyan walked to the bodies of the king and queen, squatted down gently, clasped his hands together, and silently chanted for a while. Two faint ghost fires floated out from the two people's bodies in confusion and were put into the soul-locking bag.

"When I have a better life in the future, I will find you a better place." Mo Qiuyan gently put the souls of the king and the other two into the Qiankun bag, "For now, I have to bear with you for a while."

Xiao Huacheng had already left with Xie Lian. After Mo Qiuyan finished dealing with the rest of the matter, he began to walk towards Lang'er Bay.

As for the rest of the plot, let Hua Lian and the others take their time.

......

People come and go on the streets of Langerwan. Although there are fewer people, it is no longer as depressed as it was a few years ago.

The sky was overcast, but it was still raining. People hurried along the street, looking up at the sky from time to time. They were all anxious to get home to avoid getting wet.

But they all tacitly avoided a human-shaped pit.

Xie Lian lay in the pit with an expressionless face. The sword in his chest had long been pulled out by Bai Wuxiang, and the wound was exposed, being hit and washed by the rain.

The pain that had long been numb spread again. It was the only thing he could still feel clearly at this moment.

There was a sound of footsteps running in the water, as if someone was hurrying towards us in the rain.

However, Xie Lian no longer secretly cared about her like before.

He sat up slowly, but just as he stood up, he heard a scream of "Ah!!!" and someone fell heavily beside him.

The man was carrying a large basket of things and a hat to protect him from the rain.

Perhaps because the rain was so heavy, he didn't see clearly that there was a person in a pothole on the road. He only noticed it when Xie Lian suddenly sat up as he got closer.

In addition, this person was running very fast and braking very suddenly, so he fell very hard and fell to the ground beside the human-shaped pit where Xie Lian was lying.

He immediately started cursing: "Fuck your mother!!!"

The hat flew off, the basket on his back overturned, and the white rice spilled all over the ground.

The man sat on the ground and yelled in frustration. He slapped the ground, and the muddy mud and rice grains on the ground splashed all over Xie Lian's face.

He was furious, leaping three feet high and pointing his finger at Xie Lian's nose, "What the hell?! I worked myself to death to earn some money to buy some rice, and now it's all gone! I've been unlucky for several lifetimes! Pay me back! Don't play dead, pay me back!!!"

Xie Lian didn't even notice him, and didn't intend to pay any attention.

The man refused to give in. He grabbed Xie Lian by the front of his collar and asked, "Do you want to die? Let me ask you."

Xie Lian said coldly, “Yes.”

The man spat, "If you want to die, why don't you just go away and die quietly by yourself? You're blocking other people's way in the middle of the road. You shouldn't die peacefully. You're so immoral!!!"

Xie Lian let him grab his collar and shake it wildly, his face expressionless and extremely numb.

This was the scene Mo Qiuyan saw when he rushed to Lang'er Bay.

Is this the person who gave Xie Lian the rain hat?

Mo Qiuyan sat not far away, looking over there with his chin in his hand.

But...if he knew Xie Lian's identity, would he still help?

She was watching intently when she was startled by a burst of laughter behind her.

She turned around and saw it was Bai again.

"You're still here." Bai Wuxiang stood behind her, "You're going to lose."

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will soon be here with me."

Mo Qiuyan turned his head again after hearing this, "Ah, yes, yes, you are right."

Bai Wuxiang: “…”

Irritable.

He was about to speak again, but saw Xie Lian being pulled up by someone, wearing the bamboo hat that the man had given him, and he was already standing there in a daze.

Mo Qiuyan clearly felt that his face under the mask became a little gloomy, and then Bai Wuxiang walked towards that direction silently.

…

"What are you doing?" Xie Lian heard Bai Wuxiang's voice behind him.

The rain was still pouring down, and Xie Lian was wearing a hat given to him by someone else. Although his body was already soaked, at least his head and face were not wet.

However, his cheeks were still wet.

Seeing that Xie Lian didn't answer him, Bai Wuxiang said in a deep voice, "It's about to fall. Pick up your sword, otherwise, you know what will happen."

Without even turning his head, Xie Lian said softly, "Fuck you."

Bai Wuxiang's tone was a little cold as he asked, "What did you say?"

Xie Lian turned to him and said calmly, "Didn't you hear clearly? Then I'll say it again."

Suddenly, he kicked out with a thunderous kick, sending Bai Wuxiang flying back several feet!

Landing on the ground, Xie Lian covered his wound with one hand and pointed in the direction Bai Wuxiang had flown. He cursed at the top of his lungs, "Fuck you! Who do you think you are? How dare you talk to me like that?! I'm the Crown Prince!"

(Bai Wuxiang: I am also His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!)

Bai Wuxiang was kicked away by him, flipped twice in the air, and landed steadily. He shouted, "Are you crazy?!"

He was angry!

This was the first time Xie Lian had seen such intense emotion in this thing in such a long time. This delighted him immensely. He snatched up the black sword from the ground and attacked, saying, "I'm not crazy, I'm just back!"

Bai Wuxiang dodged Xie Lian's attacks and continued to attack Xie Lian emotionally.

But this trick no longer works.

Xie Lian solved all the problems with just one sentence “It’s none of your business”.

Bai Wuxiang, who was initially furious, gradually calmed down. He said, "You've already summoned the battlefield undead. Now, it's too late. They are unstoppable!"

Amidst the pounding rain, the black sword in Xie Lian's hand emitted a sharp humming sound, stinging his ears and head. Bai Wuxiang asked, "What are you going to do? Is it worth it? To endure an eternal curse for these people?"

Ever since he kicked him just now, Xie Lian had been in a state of boiling blood and a hot head. He swung his sword and spoke from the heart, without thinking about what to do next.

Hearing his question, she didn't know how to answer, so she said, "You can't see what I'm going to do. Before that, I'm going to get rid of you first!"

Bai Wuxiang snorted coldly and said, "You don't know your own limitations!"

Then Xie Lian was suppressed in all aspects by Bai Wuxiang.

With a fierce kick, Bai Wuxiang's snow-white boots landed on Xie Lian's chest. He said grimly, "From the very beginning, it was your overestimation of your own abilities and your wishful thinking that led to all this!"

Xie Lian’s internal organs shrank into a ball as he was trampled by him. The pain was unbearable, but he held back a mouthful of blood and said, “No. It’s not me!”

Bai Wuxiang said, "Huh?"

Xie Lian reached out and grasped his boots tightly. His vision was clearer than ever before, his eyes gleaming as he spoke, “It was you who brought the human-faced plague. It was you who caused all this!”

“…”

Bai Wuxiang snorted: "Maybe. If you must think so."

Then, he smiled and said, "But you must understand that if you hadn't overestimated your own abilities and attempted to defy fate, I wouldn't be in this world. I was born to follow fate."

Mo Qiuyan hid in the corner and rolled his eyes when he heard this.

God damn it, follow the will of heaven.

Didn't you come here to cause trouble?

The fire in Xie Lian's eyes was not dampened by the heavy rain, but instead burned brighter and brighter.

He said, "Don't be so self-righteous! I don't need you to teach me, I can learn on my own. If you represent destiny, then this very thing should be destroyed!"

Thunder rumbled in the sky, and the wind blew violently. Bai Wuxiang's voice became even deeper.

He whispered, "I have taught you so carefully, yet you remain stubborn and unyielding. Prince, I am losing my patience."

Xie Lian coughed a few more times. Bai Wuxiang said, "It doesn't matter, though. You've already awakened them. It's just one last step. Let me help you with that last step."

Xie Lian asked cautiously, “What do you want?”

Bai Wuxiang bent down, grabbed Xie Lian's hand, forced the black sword into his hand, held it, and raised the sword to the sky!

A bolt of lightning struck from the sky, piercing the heart of the black sword before reflecting back. Dense dark clouds began to stir, and a sea of ​​black cloud appeared above Yong'an. Countless human faces, hands, and feet writhed within it, as if hell had moved to the heavens.

Meanwhile, the sun set.

Xie Lian lay on the ground, his eyes reflecting the rolling black clouds and the sky full of lightning and thunder. Bai Wuxiang threw him down, and the black sword fell to the ground with a clang.

From the clouds came the screams and roars of a mighty army. This scene was truly devastating. Many people in the streets and alleys were startled and ran out, umbrellas in hand, bewildered, asking, "What's going on?"

"What are you arguing about?"

"Oh my god?! What's that in the sky?! Is that a human face?!"

"The world is in chaos, a sign of great chaos!"

Xie Lian, his face and body covered in mud, stumbled to his feet and shouted, “Go back! Go back to the house!! Don’t come out! Go back to the house, run!!!”

The human face epidemic is about to break out again!

Mo Qiuyan took out the tracking talisman from his Qiankun bag, then threw Xiao Wu and it aside and cast a hidden barrier.

She held the talisman paper and Qiqi, looking for Xiao Huacheng.

The plot of this period is almost over, so why not give it your last effort?

The sky was dark, and the shrill screams of countless evil spirits made everyone shudder.

Just as the crowd was arguing over questions like "Should I stab with a knife?" and "Should I draw my sword?", a burst of screams erupted from the crowd, and several fingers pointed to the sky: "Here it comes!!!"

Xie Lian also jerked his head up. He saw the faces tumbling in the black cloud suddenly erupt in violence, dragging long "tails" as they plummeted like black meteors!

The human face epidemic is coming!

Xie Lian, startled by everyone’s reaction just now, only now realized what had happened. He looked down for the black sword, but saw nothing. “Where’s the sword?! Who took it?!”

No one had time to answer, as everyone scattered and ran. But how could they be as fast as the ghosts falling? Soon, the screams of the living and the shrieks of the ghosts could be heard from all directions!

Xie Lian was furious and anxious. He steeled himself and roared towards the area where the vengeful spirits were most concentrated, “Hey!”

Mo Qiuyan finally found Xiao Huacheng hiding in the crowd. He picked up the black sword and held it in his hand, looking in Xie Lian's direction, looking out of place among the wrathful spirits.

Over there, Xie Lian had already made up his mind to bear the consequences of this human face epidemic.

After all, he was the main messenger who awakened these evil spirits. When he shouted so loudly, those things naturally noticed him.

Xie Lian opened his arms to them and said, "Come to my side!"

The vengeful spirits that had already entangled the living hesitated, not knowing whether to go forward, while the vengeful spirits still in the air immediately changed direction and attacked Xie Lian.

Success!

Do you want to see me complaining and giving up on myself?

I won’t!!!

Never!!!

An overwhelming black tide surrounded Xie Lian. A vengeful spirit wailed as it passed through his body. In an instant, Xie Lian's heart seemed to freeze, and he shuddered. Then, a second, and a third...

Xie Lian's face grew paler and paler, but he remained steadfast and didn't back down.

There were only a few hundred of them, and he had only held on for a short while. More would come. The sky was filled with dark clouds, all of them!

Xie Lian closed his eyes, ready to bear the wrath of all the resentful spirits on his own.

Unexpectedly, the next vengeful spirit did not arrive.

Confused, he opened his eyes and suddenly found that the overwhelming black tide surrounding him had disappeared.

Because they all turned into rolling black streams and were sucked in another direction!

Shocked, Xie Lian turned around and saw a black-clad warrior standing at the end of the long street, holding the black longsword.

The group of vengeful spirits kept rushing towards there, one by one passing through his heart.

Xiao Huacheng gritted his teeth and endured the tremendous pain.

Your Highness, let me take your pain.

Just when he was about to give up and scream out, the cold pain disappeared.

Without the coldness of the vengeful spirit penetrating his body, he felt nothing except a slight sting in his heart.

Xiao Huacheng slowly opened his eyes, and a figure stood in front of him again.

Like when he was very young, she blocked the shadows of the children in the imperial city for him.

Like when he was a soldier, he blocked enemy attacks and reduced his wounds.

Now, that figure stood in front of him again.

Mo Qiuyan held the black sword in his hand and used all his spiritual power to buy himself some time to offset the severe pain.

"Xiao Honghong, I'll give you a chance to be admitted to Tonglushan Art College. You must protect yourself and His Highness..."

These were the last words Xiao Huacheng heard when he was forcibly sent away by the teleportation talisman.

All of Mo Qiuyan's spiritual power was finally exhausted. She fell to her knees on the ground and finally couldn't hold back her screams.

This is the same feeling as His Highness having his heart pierced by hundreds of swords... right?

This is... the most meaningful thing I can do for them, right?

Along with the severe pain, there was also a bone-chilling cold.

The cold froze her limbs and made them numb to the bone.

"It seems... I won't have the chance to see my old father waving his hand..."

This was the last sentence Mo Qiuyan thought of before closing his eyes.

Mo Li emitted a faint silver light and a low humming sound, as if expressing regret for his master.

After an unknown amount of time, the torrent of resentful spirits dissipated, leaving behind the black sword and two white flowers.

With a silver hairpin.

Xie Lian stumbled to his feet, walked forward, and picked up the flowers, sword, and silver hairpin.

Under the flowers was a hastily written note with the following words scribbled on it: "Giving you flowers, wishing you good health - your loyal believer"