Chapter 57 He and She

Then there are the empty pipes.

An Zhi picked them up and didn't know where to put them for a moment.

Where is the trash can in this room?

The cub turned around a few times in confusion, but found nothing.

An Zhi wanted to put the tubes on the desk, but the desk was too smooth and they were all disobedient and rolled down.

The cub pouted its face and, like a little squirrel counting pine nuts, collected them one by one from the ground.

1, 2...

9, 10, 11...

One more to go.

Where did the last pipe go?

An Zhi tilted his head in confusion, then slowly walked towards the shadow behind the big bed.

It is a corner that even the moonlight cannot reach.

**

101, 102, 103......

Swing the sword.

288, 289, 290......

Horizontal chop.

Again and again he slashed through the phantoms of the past that emerged from the waves of blood.

It wasn't a very peaceful dream tonight.

Aiden Eslan holds a sharp blade conjured by his mental power, immersed in a familiar dream.

Endless chaos and slaughter filled his senses.

Fatigue and boredom slowly came over me like a tide.

After an unknown amount of killing, Aiden felt that the pressure accumulated in his chest had finally been released a lot.

So, the emperor gave an order in his dream, ending this endless fight.

Aiden sat up in bed and glanced at the bay window.

At midnight, the moon was bright and its cool glow filled his empty bedroom.

The bedroom was still eerily quiet.

Aiden waited for a while, and a look of impatience gradually appeared between his brows.

"Don't waste time."

As soon as he finished speaking, the air in the chamber suddenly stagnated, and then, twisted shadows began to emerge. Their faces sometimes wailed in agony, while others held the gentle smiles of their youth. These silent, vengeful spirits appeared before him. They haunted Aiden's past, his eternal captors. Aiden lifted the sword leaning against the bedside, his eyes cold as he pierced through them one by one, wary of any sudden attack from the shadows behind him.

He slew every vengeful spirit he could find, ensuring that not a single one was left behind. Then, Aiden unleashed a powerful mental force, circling the entire chamber, to prevent any remaining vengeful spirits from lurking and disrupting his daytime work.

Sure enough, deep in the shadows in the corner of the bedroom, a faint vengeful spirit loomed. It was almost imperceptible, its mental fluctuations swaying like spider silk, easily missed without careful observation. Aiden squinted a few times, his gaze settling on the spot where the faint refracted light had just flashed, confirming its location.

He slowly approached, dragging his sword, each step bearing his usual indifference. It was truly a faint, vengeful spirit, its form indistinct, as if newly born, or perhaps about to dissipate. Aiden didn't bother to speculate which deceased person it was, nor did he bother to listen to its lengthy complaints or attempts at remonstration.

He stood a few steps away and slowly raised his sword.

A dead person is a dead person. No matter how much you say, it is just a dead person in vain.

Aiden felt rare calmness, and he planned to give this weak vengeful spirit a good death.

The long sword slashed down without hesitation, and the cold moonlight reflected a cold light on the sword edge.

He hit nothing.

The emperor frowned and took another step forward. On the empty carpet, there was only a glass tube lying alone, reflecting a cold luster in the moonlight.

Aiden turned around suddenly, walked quickly to the window and opened the gauze curtain.

Outside the window was the magnificent sight of thousands of lights in the imperial capital. The bright lights outlined the contours of this bustling city, which was completely different from the sea of ​​blood in his dream.

Aiden stood there in silence for a few seconds, his knuckles turning white from holding onto the window frame.

He had already returned to reality at some point.

He couldn't be wrong. The mental fluctuation just now definitely meant that someone was briefly present in this room, right next to his bed.

The young emperor was a little surprised, but not worried.

He walked to the desk and planned to press the call bell.

Whether in dreams or reality, he is still the master of the empire who controls everything, the iron-blooded tyrant.

As long as he gave the order, the entire palace, the entire city, and even the entire planet would yield to his will, guarding every passage and not letting any small insect fly out.

However, he paused.

The messy desk before going to bed was tidied up neatly.

Books were stacked up from small to large, and pens were thoughtfully placed in the pen holder.

In a trance, he almost thought that this was another rare and gentle phantom of the past.

The knuckles made a crisp sound when they hit the mahogany desk.

The bones ached from the collision.

Aiden looked up almost in panic. He took a step back, and the arrogance of the ice finally melted a little, revealing the inner world of Eslan.

This is...who?

**

The early morning sunlight shines through the gap in the curtains and gently falls on the cub's face.

An Zhi woke up in a daze.

The little guy blinked, and his eyelashes fluttered, blurring his vision.

She had a dream, but it was vague, with only some scattered fragments left.

A spacious palace, warm sunshine, and a lazy voice... and there seemed to be some cool moonlight.

But the cub soon put these vague dreams behind him.

Her attention was quickly drawn to the cheerful sounds faintly coming from outside the window.

Today is the Halo Star Festival!

Thinking of the little fish that were still crying, An Zhi's face immediately became serious.

She's going to save them!

**

The Halo Star Festival arrived as scheduled. As the opening ceremony approached, crowds of people gradually gathered outside the palace ruins.

People from all over Halo Star, as well as countless tourists who came here to visit, packed the ruins square.

The music was upbeat and the crowd was excitedly chatting.

Members of the force were already on standby outside, and police officers from the Sheriff's Department were in their positions.

All preparations are ready, just waiting for the order.

In the temporary command center outside, the Chief of Public Security and Rhodes were closely watching the surveillance footage.

The major from the Seventh Legion reported the latest situation inside the ruins to Gu Changfeng through encrypted communication.

"Mr. Gu, all pre-set security points are ready.

The inside personnel have been cleared and all passages have been secured, but the target's whereabouts remain unknown."

The major's voice sounded a little tired; everyone hadn't slept for a whole day and night.

Time goes by.

At the ruins of the royal palace, the laughter and cheers in the main square were deafening, as if to dispel all the gloom.

Finally, the noise from the outside world gradually faded from An Zhi's perception.

It was no longer sporadic, vague whispers, but a surging tide, carrying a clear wail, rushing straight into her heart.

An Zhi's little face turned pale due to excessive concentration, and fine beads of sweat slid down his forehead.

"elder brother……"

An Zhi tightly grasped the corner of Gu Jinyan's clothes and described the direction he felt as quickly as possible.