Action-oriented people never hesitate.

Fang Shan spent the entire afternoon encountering disciples of the Palace of the Dead, treating each one with an air of, "I know you've done something bad, and I'm hesitating whether to tell the Palace Master." Having accumulated a significant amount of hatred, he went to see the Palace Master the next morning.

It is naturally not so easy to meet a person, so Fang Shan ambushed in a place where the Palace Master of the Undead Palace often went, waiting for an encounter.

Because I didn't know how long I would have to wait, I brought a few apples with me to satisfy my hunger.

The Palace Master of the Undead Palace could smell the sweet fruity aroma from a distance. When he saw Fang Shan, his first reaction was not to blame him, but to turn around and leave.

At the critical moment, reason and dignity prevailed, and he stopped and looked down from a high position.

Fang Shan stopped eating and looked up at him: "I have a disease that makes me feel uncomfortable if I don't see the Palace Master for a day."

The Palace Master of the Undead Palace said coldly, "I'm sick too. I get a headache when I see you."

Saying it's just a headache is a minor thing, he actually wants to kill someone.

Fang Shan stood up and sincerely apologized for his actions over the past few days, promising not to conduct any anti-humanity propaganda in the short term.

The Palace Master of the Undead Palace looked at him with a look full of distrust.

"I swear to heaven." Fang Shan stretched out two fingers and made a fake oath.

The Palace Master of the Undead Palace stared at him for a few seconds: "The reason."

Fang Shan pursed his lips and smiled: "I found a more interesting game."

This was bait. The Palace Master of the Undead Palace knew full well that the purpose was to lure him in. The correct response was to walk past him as if nothing had happened. However, the human heart was unpredictable, including his own. Out of a modicum of curiosity, he asked briefly.

Fang Shanshen said mysteriously: "It's a small test about human nature."

Then he recounted what he had done yesterday.

The Palace Master of the Undead Palace frowned slightly after hearing this: "Extremely boring."

Fang Shan suddenly took a step closer and said, "Actually, I do know a secret about the Palace Master." After a few seconds of calming down, he suddenly said, "I was just kidding."

The system was very talented in some aspects, just like at this moment, it could make the Palace Master of the Undead Palace reveal a hint of murderous intent with just a few words.

"It's just an example, Palace Master. I hope you'll forgive me." Fang Shan smiled. "But it's quite interesting, isn't it? Most people wouldn't react to such a strange statement with anger, but rather to recall any bad things they've done."

The Palace Master of the Undead Palace narrowed his eyes, appearing exceptionally shrewd. "What do you want to gain from this boring game?"

Fang Shan, of course, wouldn't reveal his true intentions, and instead used a fairly reasonable excuse: "To get some benefits. Maybe someone, feeling guilty, is trying to bribe me."

The Palace Master of the Undead Palace thought that describing him as extremely boring was an exaggeration.

From the other party's eyes, Fang Shan had no doubt that the first thing the Lord of the Undead Palace would do after the sword fight was over would be to take his own life.

Even though he knew it, Fang Shan's expression did not change from beginning to end, and he smiled shamelessly with a very conscienceless look.

The Palace Master of the Undead Palace became alert. As their eyes met, he uttered a single word:

"roll."

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Wei Sushen was enjoying the rare quietness amidst the green trees and red flowers when he heard a familiar voice coming from far away.

"I planted a seed of doubt in spring, and will reap the harvest in autumn..." Meeting Wei Sushen's eyes, Fang Shan wisely restrained himself.

"Why don't you say anything?"

Fang Shan spread his hands: "I got a thug."

After saying that, he waited until dinner time, sprinkled some medicine in the rice, and stretched his head in front of Wei Sushen: "Rub it."

Wei Sushen rubbed it hard.

He tugged at the clothes in front of the mirror again, only to see the person inside with messy hair and a messy collar. His pupils were slightly dilated, making him look like he was frightened. Fang Shan nodded with satisfaction. After achieving the desired effect, he hurried to the main hall, howling before entering: "Palace Master, help me!"

This time, the Palace Master of the Undead Palace did not take off the whip from his waist, but directly drew his sword. It was obvious that he was no longer prepared to endure this man's brutality.

Before he could make a move, Fang Shan said calmly, "Someone poisoned my food."

The Palace Master of the Undead Palace was unmoved: "Do good deeds and accumulate virtue, you deserve to be rewarded!"

Fang Shan: "I'm afraid it's out of selfish motives."

Seeing that he didn't swing his sword directly, Fang Shan continued, "I have no grudges against anyone. Even if I behave erratically, it won't bring me to death."

The Palace Master of the Dead Soul Palace asked calmly, "What do you want to say?"

Fang Shan: "It's probably related to my little game."

The Palace Master of the Undead Palace sneered, already knowing what he wanted to express.

Fang Shan: "This is a typical case of silencing someone." Their eyes met in mid-air, with no intention of looking away: "Palace Master, aren't you curious about what this person who wants to kill me has done?"

Fang Shan continued to whisper a few more words, and the Palace Master of the Undead Palace frowned, but finally followed him out.

Fang Shan kept boasting all the way: "That thief is likely to commit crimes again. Please ask the Palace Master to stay with me for two nights. I'm sure we'll find something."

"The Palace Master's divine power is unparalleled and he is extremely powerful."

The more he talked, the more outrageous it became. As they were about to reach Fang Shan's residence, the Palace Master of the Undead Palace suddenly said, "You don't have any improper thoughts about me, do you?"

No wonder he was worried, as this person had made shocking statements that she was only interested in men.

"I'm not a pervert." Fang Shan said calmly, "I just want to marry my brother."

“…”

The Palace Master of the Undead Palace had noticed from the beginning that each of the two brothers was more peculiar than the other. Fang Shan's eccentricity was purely outwardly apparent, while Wei Sushen's was ingrained in his bones. Especially the way he looked at him; the Palace Master was certain that the moment he entered the garden, his eyes clearly read "walking into a trap" and "incredible."

"The Palace Master is a good man." Fang Shan said to Wei Sushen hypocritically, "He agreed to protect us for these two nights."

The Palace Master of the Dead Souls Palace warned: "Don't distort my meaning."

Fang Shan still looked at him with gratitude.

The biggest reason that prompted the Palace Master of the Undead Palace to come here was what Fang Shan said unintentionally. Even if he was dissatisfied, it would be an exaggeration to escalate it to the point of killing to silence him, unless he really did something that crossed the line.

Of course, nothing could rival his beauty and wellness. Considering the possibility of unexpected events at night, the Palace Master of the Undead Palace began to catch up on his sleep. Seeking death and being tired of living were two different things. Fang Shan didn't wake him at this moment, but sat quietly behind the screen, waiting for night to fall.

Wei Sushen sat to the side, quieter than anyone else. Fang Shan suddenly stood up, took a watermelon and placed it between them, thinking of splitting it with his bare hands. Wei Sushen stopped him from taking this dangerous action and spoke to distract him: "Are you sure they're coming?"

Fang Shan: "The swordplay competition will be held in two days, and the security in the palace will be increased. Today and tomorrow are the most suitable days to take action."

In the pitch-black house, with the help of scattered moonlight, the two could barely see each other's expressions.

Fang Shan's eyes were always bright and clear, and Wei Sushen couldn't help but stare at them twice. Until a subtle rustling sound came, Fang Shan raised his eyebrows, his eyes gleaming brightly, and mouthed, "Here it comes."

The window was slightly opened, bringing a hint of coolness. Although the other party's footsteps were light enough, they were still clearly captured when someone deliberately listened.

The man's movements were seamless, as he flung aside the bed curtains, drew his sword, and thrust. Unfortunately, someone else was quicker than him. The person on the bed suddenly opened their eyes, turned around, and gripped the sword's tip between two fingers, their gloomy eyes meeting the newcomer's.

Seeing his outline clearly, the visitor was horrified.

The Palace Master of the Undead Palace looked calm. He applied a little force with his fingertips, and after a crisp sound, the tip of the sword broke.

With his black hair draped over his shoulders, he looked a bit frail, but to the visitor, he looked like a devil from hell.

"Palace, Palace Master?!"

The Palace Master of the Undead Palace looked at him expressionlessly.

The disciple tried his best to suppress his trembling, and before he could ask, he confessed with a bitter face: "I just wanted to silence you."

"reason."

It was a knife in any case. He knew the tortures used by interrogators in the palace. He lowered his head and confessed the truth: "I covet the beauty of the palace master and like to collect the underwear she throws away."

The thought that Fang Shan might know his biggest secret made him panic, so he took the risk of silencing him.

The Palace Master of the Undead Palace laughed in anger, raising his palm to strike the ignorant man to death. Fang Shan's voice came through the screen: "The noise is too loud, it might disturb others."

Just now, Wei Sushen shook his head slightly at him, indicating that the task prompt sound had not been heard. It was very likely that this person was not a spy. Fang Shan naturally wanted to play the long game to catch the big fish.

In the end, the disciple of the Palace of the Dead managed to save his life for the time being, but was acupunctured and thrown behind a screen.

The night was still long, and before long, another assassination attempt had arrived. Worse still, they came in pairs, one spreading the word while the other took action. Seeing the endless stream of assassins pouring down like dumplings, Fang Shan's expression was complicated.

Not to mention the Palace Master of the Undead Palace, whose eyes were now sinister and vicious, like a poisonous snake ready to attack at any time.

Fang Shan felt that he couldn't blame him. Even he himself found what these people did absurd.

There's the kleptomania, the affair with the people in the town that she hides from her husband, and the obsession with her own senior sister... When you count all the things, Fang Shan and Wei Sushen can be said to be rare normal people.

Feeling the tangible murderous aura, Fang Shan looked at the Palace Master of the Undead Palace with a complicated expression: "How about we call it a day for today?"

The Palace Master of the Undead Palace smiled intriguingly: "I suddenly find your game very interesting."

Fang Shan made a preliminary assessment of the opponent's ability to withstand attacks and made a "please come in" gesture.

Those who were captured did not have the courage to vent their dissatisfaction on the Palace Master, and they all stared at Fang Shan with resentment.

Fang Shan didn't feel uncomfortable at all, he simply found it interesting. The people from the Palace of the Dead acted unexpectedly extreme. If it were an ordinary person, they wouldn't act so extreme as to directly attempt to take his life.

The three parties were competing with each other in a twisted state. Fang Shan suddenly looked up, not knowing what he was thinking about, and saw Wei Sushen calmly preparing to cut the watermelon opposite him.

"You've fallen." Fang Shan had a complicated expression.

Wei Sushen had already concluded that this farce would not be resolved before dawn.

Fang Shan had the same idea. He rolled his eyes and suddenly said, "Want to make a bet?"

Wei Sushen looked at him with a rather cold attitude: "What are you betting on?"

Fang Shan: "Let's bet on whether the next person who comes in will take the first step, left or right."

"Not interested."

Fang Shan: "If I win, I'll have a grand wedding with everyone celebrating."

Wei Sushen didn't complain, but asked, "What if you lost?"

Fang Shan hesitated for a moment and said, "The host can beat me up, but I will never fight back."

Wei Sushen put down the knife he was about to use to cut the fruit and said slowly, "Just promise that if you ever see the Evil King again, you'll beat him up without saying a word."

Fang Shan swallowed his saliva: "That's not good, what if I can't win..."

Wei Sushen glanced at him and said, "If you don't have enough skills, using props to make up for it isn't your style?"

Fang Shan asked tentatively, "How far do you need to fight?"

"From being completely unrelated to being completely related."

Seeing Fang Shan's puzzled expression, Wei Sushen explained calmly: "Beat him until he kneels down and calls you daddy."