Chang'an City.

As dawn rose, a carriage sped into the city.

"Yan Zhong!"

Lin Qiye pushed open the door, walked straight in and shouted loudly.

“Brother Qiye?!” Yan Zhong, who was walking out of the house, saw Lin Qiye coming back and asked in surprise, “Are you back from your travels?”

"Yeah." Lin Qiye nodded, "Where's Gong Yangwan?"

"She and Yuwu are both in the Suppression of Evils Division. I am in charge of screening new members here... What do you want to see her about?"

"Did you find the place I asked you to send people to look for?"

"You mean Fengdu?" Yan Zhong nodded immediately. "Hu Jia and his men sent back news a few days ago. According to the route you gave, they have entered Fengdu and delivered the Heavenly Lord's order... But the Emperor of Fengdu seems to be out, and there is only a Ghost Emperor in charge."

"Then what?"

"They do have a kind of Xuanyin wood that can use the Xuanyin energy to isolate all life... but the quantity is extremely rare. There is only one piece in the whole Fengdu, and it has been sent to Chang'an."

Hearing this, Lin Qiye finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Ever since he left Chang'an with Galan a year ago, he has been communicating with Gongyang Wan, trying to find the materials for the coffin in his memory. Since Galan has been sealed in that coffin for two thousand years, it means that there must be something special about the coffin that can block the prying of the [Key to the Door].

But after half a year of searching, the Xie Zhen Division had sent people to various places in the Han Dynasty, but they had not found this kind of material. In the end, Lin Qiye guessed that the material of the coffin might still come from Fengdu itself, so he pointed out a route and asked Lingbao Tianzun for a handwritten order to let the Xie Zhen Division explore.

Now, this Xuanyin wood is the only way to save Galan and this big chess game.

"Listen, for a moment..."

Lin Qiye gave Yan Zhong a few instructions, and the latter nodded and immediately walked out of the house.

Jia Lan stood behind him and asked worriedly:

"Qianye, is it too late?"

"It's still in time." Lin Qiye nodded and said, "Don't worry, leave the rest to us... But doing this will make you suffer."

"It's only two thousand years." Jia Lan said nonchalantly, "The Marquis was trapped in the flow of luck, and Wuquan was suppressed under the Donghuang Bell. They also made sacrifices for this big game... Besides, those monsters come to find me all the time, which makes me upset. It would be nice to find a place to hide."

“My Lord, you can occasionally meet Gong Yangwan and the others while you are in the flow of luck. The time in Wuquan is suppressed, so you naturally won’t notice the passage of time... But it’s different for you. Staying in the Xuanyin Wood for two thousand years alone... will drive you crazy.” Lin Qiye’s eyes were full of heartache.

"So when you see me in the future, am I crazy?"

"……No."

"That's all." Jia Lan put his hands on his hips, "Don't underestimate me, Qiye. Although my brain is not very bright, I am still very focused on what I do... The same is true for waiting."

Lin Qiye looked at her nonchalant expression and didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Qiya, I want to eat bean buns."

Lin Qiye came back to his senses and immediately said, "Okay, I'll take you to eat now!"

Lin Qiye took Jia Lan's hand and walked towards the streets of Chang'an. Jia Lan followed behind Lin Qiye obediently, feeling the warmth from his palm, and his eyes suddenly turned red...

She took a deep breath, blinked hard to force back the tears, and strode in front of Lin Qiye, leaving only a dark blue back behind him.

"Seven Nights!"

"Um?"

"Today, I want to eat four bean buns!"

…

"In the first year of the Yuan Ding reign, Huo Qubing, the head of the Suppression of Evils Division, dispatched 300 bronze-armored soldiers to forge a coffin out of black Yin wood and escort the Immortal Daughter from Chang'an to Fengdu. The journey took seven days and they encountered three attacks from winged monsters from outside the domain. However, an unspeakable existence intervened and finally escorted her safely to Fengdu. All 300 bronze-armored soldiers died in battle on the way.

——"The Secret Book of the Evil Suppression Department."

…

Fengdu.

Tomorrow morning, you will hit the Wucheng Palace.

"From now on, this palace will be used exclusively to suppress this coffin, and no unrelated people will be allowed to enter." The Eastern Ghost Emperor, who was wearing a blood-red robe, spoke slowly.

"Thank you, Ghost Emperor." Hu Jia bowed respectfully.

"However, although you have the imperial edict, Fengdu also has its own rules... I also need to report this woman's origins to the Emperor of Fengdu, so please explain clearly."

"Uh..." Hu Jia glanced at a corner of the palace, and after a moment, he spoke again.

"This woman's background is rather complicated. I will send someone to write down her background in a letter today and personally deliver it to your bedroom. What do you think?"

"Can."

The Eastern Ghost Emperor nodded slightly, his figure turned into a shadow, and disappeared into the palace.

After the Eastern Ghost Emperor had completely left, a figure in green slowly walked towards the corner of the palace.

"Sorry to trouble you, I cannot have anything to do with Fengdu. Some things can only be handled by you." Lin Qiye said apologetically.

"Mr. Lin, you are too polite."

Lin Qiye walked through the empty palace and went straight to the Xuanyin wooden coffin. Jia Lan was looking at the coffin in front of him, wondering what he was thinking.

"Are you scared?" Lin Qiye asked softly.

"I'm not afraid." Jia Lan shook his head. "This coffin is so beautifully carved... I just don't know if it will be cold after lying in it."

Lin Qiye looked at Jia Lan with a complicated expression. Although she pretended not to care all the way, Lin Qiye could feel that she was still a little scared in her heart... No girl could face two thousand years of loneliness and darkness so easily.

"I've asked someone to build another coffin, and it will be placed next to you. This way, I can always be with you." Lin Qiye looked into her eyes and said seriously.

Jia Lan chuckled, "No need, don't you have a lot of things to do? Why do you want to live in a coffin with me... Besides, only if you go out, you can come back to see me often and tell me about what's happening outside... It would be so boring for both of us to stay here."

Lin Qiye was silent for a moment, but still nodded, "Okay, I will come to see you regularly."

"There is one more thing..."

"you say."

"Do you remember that you proposed to me before?"

Lin Qiye thought for a moment, "Are you talking about the time in the South China Sea, the time in Dunhuang, or the time in Danyang?"

“All of them!” Jia Lan’s cheeks flushed red. She glanced at Hu Jia beside her, leaned close to Lin Qiye’s ear, and whispered, “I’ve thought about it carefully for a long time, and I feel that if there is no hope, these two thousand years will be too difficult to endure…

Next time we meet, I'll wait for you to marry me, okay?"