Fu Tong'er was stunned for a moment and looked at Zuolu Ashika's hand.

There were two snake bone rings on her slender, pale fingers.

"You agree?" Fu Tong'er couldn't believe her ears.

"Do you know why it's the nightmare in 'Nightmare'? Because everyone who has seen my face has died in this Lonely Nightmare Sea. Down there, it's full of ghosts."

"How are you going to kill me? Throw me into the Nightmare Sea? This is an underground tomb, there is no sea at all." Fu Tong'er looked back to the place where they came ashore, but still did not see Jiu Ye.

"I want to ask you, are my eyes healed forever, or only for this moment?"

"Two hours." Zuolu Ashika stood up. "I think it's better for you not to see my face and keep your life."

Fu Tong'er slowly stood up, hunched over in the cool breeze blowing from the Lonely Nightmare Sea, with the thin cloak draped over her body fluttering in the wind.

"I've seen the eyes behind your mask." Fu Tong'er covered her belly and walked towards the light at the end of the shoreline. "You must be Zhu Quanran, the prince of Qi. You hate Jiu Ye and me, you..."

Zuolu Ashika also walked towards the end of the shoreline. This time, he slowed down his pace and followed Fu Tong'er: "You're walking so fast even though you have a knife wound?"

Fu Tong'er turned around, holding his lower abdomen. Under the golden light, his outline could not be concealed by the ghost mask.

"You are Zhu Quanran." Fu Tong'er watched from afar and said this again, "Whether you admit it or not. I don't know how you escaped from Brother Lu Jin's hands, but I know you are it."

Fu Tong'er heard the sound of a python spitting out its tongue again.

She couldn't help but tremble with fear.

At this moment, she saw the shadow of Zuolu Ashika again, it was a huge python!

She instinctively took a few steps back.

No, no, there are no ghosts or gods in the world. It must be an illusion.

It must be an illusion.

Zuolu Ashika walked over and supported Fu Tong'er: "Miss Fu is quite persistent about that man."

As he said this, he turned her around.

A palace-like underground palace lies beneath the ruins.

Fu Tong'er looked back again, but Jiu Ye still hadn't come. Didn't he say he would always follow her? Could it be that he had lost her?

"When will you hand Duan Qinghong over to me? If you delay any longer, I won't be able to see you again! How can I take revenge if I can't see you? Who is Duan Qinghong? Whose face has he become?"

Zuolu Ashika took out another mask and put it on Fu Tong'er.

"You'll know. Don't ask now. Just follow me."

"Where are you going!" Fu Tong'er shook off Zuolu Ashika's hand, "Are you Zhu Quanran? I'm asking you."

"Is it important? If so, what does it matter if it isn't? Is Zhu Quanran important to you? Not important. If that's the case, why are you asking?!"

Fu Tong'er turned around, grabbed Zuolu Ashika's wrist, put it down, and looked up at his mask: "Can you let me see your face?"

"Okay." Zuolu Ashika responded.

"I agreed..." Fu Tong'er was startled. "Then I..." She raised her hand and touched the man's mask...

Zuolu Ashika said: "You can take off my mask. But you have to take it off enough."

As he spoke, the man, who seemed to be about the same height as Jiu Ye, actually stood on tiptoe!

Fu Tong'er couldn't help laughing. She already had a knife wound on her abdomen and couldn't stand up straight. Now this man who was over nine feet tall was standing on tiptoe.

I started to cry while laughing.

She looked back and saw that Master Jiu had not arrived yet.

"Is it so difficult for you to admit that it was Zhu Quanran?" she choked.

"Little girl, why are you so persistent... Why, do you like him? I think you and that Regent Prince Chun are a perfect match."

As Zuolu Ashika was speaking, two "Red Scorpions" from the underworld came over to report: "Master, the adults have arrived."

"Um."

The red scorpion retreated into the underground palace.

"Let's go," Zuolu Ashika said. "You'll be interested," he leaned over. "This is about the life and death of your man, the Regent Prince Chun."

Arrived at the underground palace.

Everyone was wearing a mask.

There are ten in total.

Fu Tong'er stood beside Zuolu Ashika, bowing. She remembered that before going south, Jiu Ye had said that Pingxi Province had exactly ten county governors.

Could it be that these ten people are the county magistrates of those ten cities and counties!

They gathered around the blood altar, with a sacrificial bowl in front of each of them.

Zuolu Ashika said, "The Regent, the Ninth Prince, is trying to ruin my plan for Pingxi Province. The Duke of Dingnan has said he will kill the Ninth Prince! My Lords, offer your blood as a sacrifice!"

At this moment, Jiu Ye's personal soldiers rushed in!

“Tong’er——!”