Suddenly, Ranmo drifted out of my heart, turning into a black wind that unfurled the packet of sleeping pills at my waist. White powder instantly scattered in front of the man's eyes, blinding him.
Suddenly, Ranmo shouted at me, "Ahua, what are you standing there for! Run!"
The man staggered back two steps, but then, as if he heard Ranmo's voice, the longsword at my neck suddenly changed direction.
With a "whoosh!" sound, it shot out towards Ranmo's dark shadow.
In the critical moment, Ranmo dodged quickly, and the long sword was stuck straight into a tree trunk in the distance.
Startled, the ink quickly drifted into my heart.
She bit my heart with her teeth and called out to me again, "Ahua, this man is up to no good, let's go!"
A sharp pain in my heart pulled me back to my senses.
The man had already fainted.
A group of soldiers, brandishing broadswords, surrounded them from behind and approached again.
As if possessed, I grabbed the man on the ground who had been drugged with ink, hoisted him onto my back, and flew away.
suburbs
Dilapidated Temple of the Earth God
I threw the man off my shoulder and pulled out a rope from my bundle to tie him to a wooden stake.
The movements were performed in one smooth motion.
Exhausted, I collapsed onto the ground, panting heavily.
Ink splattered from my chest, circled me several times, and then angrily shouted at me, "Hey, Miss! Don't tell me you left the money pouch behind while trying to catch him!"
I didn't respond to him, my gaze fixed on the face of the unconscious man.
The bright moonlight shone through the dilapidated roof, casting dappled light on his face.
The light was still a bit dim, so I moved closer and pinched his chin to examine him from all sides.
Looking closely at the man's face now, his lips seem thinner than Wen Heng's, and his face shape is too sharp.
He doesn't seem to resemble Wen Heng as much anymore.
Although he doesn't look exactly like Wen Heng, he does resemble him to about 70-80%.
Combined with his gaze and the aloof aura he exuded, it made me momentarily think I was seeing Wen Heng.
I was completely absorbed in watching it.
Ranmo's large, jet-black head suddenly loomed in front of me, blocking my view of the man. He asked in a low, puzzled voice, "Could it be that you're attracted to his good looks?"
I rolled my eyes at him and, finding him quite an eyesore, shoved him aside: "Get out of my way!"
I stroked my chin and continued staring at the man: "Didn't you notice that he seemed to know you were there just now? I just wanted to confirm something."
As soon as I said that, Ranmo followed my action, stroking his chin and thoughtfully examining the man in front of him: "What you said seems to make sense. Apart from that expert and you who are bound by a blood pact, even the Black and White Impermanence cannot detect my existence. It is indeed a bit strange that he, a mere mortal, can see me."
After Ranmo said that, I realized what she meant and looked at her in astonishment: "Even the Black and White Impermanence can't see you?"
"Yes, otherwise why would I call that person a master? After I formed a blood pact with you, only you could see me. Even the little ghosts around me couldn't see me. You have no idea how lonely, isolated, cold, and helpless I was during that time..."
"Then why have you become like this? Don't you really remember anything about what happened before, like your name?" I pressed.
"What is my name...who am I...who am I?" Ranmo raised her head and looked at me.
"I'm asking you!"
"Who am I...who am I...who am I..."
Ugh, here we go again. Every time I ask him who he is, he gives me this same deadpan look. He just keeps repeating those two sentences to me.
I then stopped pursuing the matter.
Then, as I cupped the man's face in my hands to take a closer look, a pair of sharp, sinister eyes suddenly snapped open.
They met each other's eyes.
He stared intently at me with piercing eyes, his thin lips slightly parted: "You thief, release me!"
But I kept staring into his eyes, trying to see through all the desires in them.
However, his gaze was exactly the same as Zhou Lang's clear and bright eyes, but he was just a mortal, and compared with Zhou Lang, he was slightly inferior and lacked a bit of spirituality.
But I couldn’t see any desire in his soul. How could a mortal have no desires?
I stared intently into his eyes.
However, he remained calm and squinted as he sized me up.
Seeing that I remained unmoved.
Finally, a chilling glint appeared in his eyes as he looked at me: "I'm giving you one more chance to atone for your sins. If you don't untie me now, you'll die a horrible death."
But I pinched his chin, brought my face close to his, and asked seriously, "Who exactly are you?"
As I held his face in my hands, I could subtly sense his heart pounding wildly.
He arrogantly tossed his chin away from my grasp: "You thieving woman, how dare you be so brazen! I don't even know who I am, so why are you grabbing me?"
"You said she's a thief, so naturally she's after your virtue." Ranmo suddenly teased him from the side.
I glared at him sideways and said, "Shut up."
However, the prince sneered in the direction of Ranmo: "Who is this thief who dares to speak but not show his face?"
Ranmo and I looked at each other in bewilderment. Ranmo tried to get closer and waved his hand in front of the prince's face, but the prince did not react at all.
He didn't even blink.
It turns out he could hear Ranmo's voice but couldn't see him.
Seeing his reaction, Ranmo began to feign profundity: "I am a reclusive immortal, how can you mortals summon me at will?"
However, the prince wasn't buying it and scoffed, "Ha, immortals mingling with thieves? Don't try to play tricks on me! Come out now!"
"It is our duty to eliminate evil and promote good. The two of us have subdued quite a few thieves for you along the way."
"I heard that your government has tried to capture this gang of bandits countless times without success, but this time you managed to wipe them out without losing a single soldier. Isn't that our achievement?"
He bluntly stated: "I only saw a woman rudely rolling up her sleeves and drinking and playing drinking games with a group of thieves, without any regard for her image. I did not see any scene of you eliminating evil and promoting good."
Hearing him say that, I awkwardly touched my nose and retorted, "Don't you know this is a scheme? If you don't believe me, go back and interrogate him, then you'll know!"
"Alright, then untie me first!"
"You call yourself 'this king'? Are you Zhu Xiaoba's son?" Ranmo changed the subject again with this unexpected remark.
"How dare you! How can you casually address the emperor by his childhood name?" Finally, a hint of solemnity appeared on his face.
"Why not? The man in front of you is your father's teacher!"
"..."
"Huh? Master Hua? You, as the master, have taken a liking to your own disciple's son? Isn't this a bit messed up in terms of seniority?"
Upon hearing Ranmo's words, the prince's face darkened even further.
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