Chapter 228 Jinjiang
The master never expected that Yan Shixun would take advantage of the situation and attack him from behind when he lost his guard against the rear.
Originally, all of the master's strength was concentrated in front of him, guarding against attacks from ghosts and gods.
But he did not expect that Yan Shixun behind him would actually act together with the ghosts and gods in front. This made it impossible for him to withdraw his strength and deal with Yan Shixun behind him.
Neither forward nor backward.
Being attacked from both sides, the master could only watch in anger and fear as a force powerful enough to cover the sky and earth came towards him.
Yan Shixun's extremely fast speed caused a series of explosions. The long sword composed of golden runes in his hand cut through the air and arrived behind his master in an instant.
The sharp sword energy reminded the master of all the fears and pains he had experienced as a human being, and how the soft human skin was vulnerable to a single blow.
Ye Li raised his arm and pointed his cold fingertips at the master. As he moved, the powerful force of ghosts and gods came like the roar of a wild beast, and the howling of the wind was like the wailing of a ghost, coldly cutting off all the retreat routes in all directions. The wind blade was like an invisible cage, enveloping the master, leaving him with no escape.
The master could only widen his eyes in horror, feeling the sharp sword blade slowly penetrate into his head from behind, splitting the place where his soul was concentrated.
The severe pain came and the master howled loudly in unbearable pain.
His face was wrinkled and twisted, and there was no trace of the former kindness and compassion in him.
It was like the beautiful but fake shell was ruthlessly peeled off, revealing the ugly and real inside.
Using life as a stepping stone and trying to catch the soul in the 90,000-mile blue sky, how can you be called a god?
It's clearly an evil ghost.
Under the devastating pain, the master struggled violently, trying to escape from the long sword made by Fu Wenhua.
However, the master, whose attention was completely drawn to the pain, did not notice that his skin was burning due to the power from Ye Li and Yan Shixun.
Bright flames leaped, and all the chrysanthemums blooming on the human skin were enveloped by the flames. The stretched petals quickly curled up and withered, and in the blink of an eye they were burned to ashes and disappeared.
The flames licked the human skin, and an unpleasant smell mixed with the stink of burnt flesh and blood spread. The charred skin quickly spread and carbonized, and fragments fell off.
The master's screams were heart-wrenching, but they could not shake Yan Shixun's firm and resolute mind.
Yan Shixun tightly grasped the long sword in one hand and uttered a clear and low voice a spell to kill ghosts, making it impossible for the master's master to escape no matter how hard he struggled. With his other hand, he reached into the flames without hesitation, reaching straight for the master's master's skin that had a big hole burned in it.
But the flame avoided Yan Shixun's palm and moved to both sides as if consciously, leaving a path for Yan Shixun to reach his master.
The coffin that was swallowed by the master was clearly visible under the human skin.
The chrysanthemum patterns that originally covered the entire coffin and the gorgeous chrysanthemums that bloomed all over the coffin seemed to be frightened away by the flames and retreated like a tide, but they still could not escape the fierce pursuit of the flames. They could only shake their petals desperately and then be burned into ashes.
All the blooming chrysanthemums in the entire Nanming Mountain seemed to be ignited by the flames on Master's body at this moment, spreading rapidly in the mountain. The bright and hot flames jumped in every corner of the mountain where chrysanthemums were in full bloom.
But the flames did not spread to the nearby plants and land at all, as if they were specifically intended to burn the chrysanthemums.
Even in the clear river water, the chrysanthemums could not escape the fate of being burned to ashes.
The waves of the river created ripples, reflecting the dancing flames. The fire in the water was beautiful and strange.
Whether it is the Changshou Village upstream or downstream, or the long-deserted Nan Village on the back of the Nanming Mountain, the underground river hidden deep in the cave, or the land outside the Nanming Mountain.
Wherever chrysanthemums bloom, there will be bright flames burning, piercing through all darkness and illuminating the night with a fiery red glow as bright as the rays of light falling to the earth.
In Changshou Village downstream, Lu Xingxing suddenly caught a glimpse of a bright light out of the corner of his eye.
He took a deep breath and looked up, only to find that a bush of chrysanthemums blooming in the village not far away had spontaneously caught fire.
Lu Xingxing was stunned for a moment, thinking he was hallucinating.
He quickly raised his hand and rubbed his eyelashes that were covered with a layer of smelly flesh and blood from the rotting corpse, wanting to see the scene clearly. However, he forgot that his hands were also covered with a lot of dirty flesh and blood, and instead rubbed the dirty blood into his eyes.
Lu Xingxing was screaming and crying out in natural tears because of the pain in her eyes, and she was blinking frantically in an effort to clear her vision.
Then he saw that it was not his illusion.
——Not only the large fields of chrysanthemums in the center of the village, but also next to every small wooden building, and even in the dark places that are easily overlooked by the naked eye, are burning with flames.
Lu Xingxing was stunned.
"Oh my goodness ..."
He muttered absentmindedly, "Who is my aunt-in-law? Is my uncle-in-law too awesome? Is this possible?"
At the same time, Lu Xingxing also shuddered, and there was one more person who was afraid in his heart.
He made up his mind that from now on he would not go west when his master's aunt said east, and would not say a word when his master's aunt told him to shut up. He would definitely be a well-behaved, obedient and cute nephew of the master.
Lu Xingxing: Weak, pitiful, and cute QAQ.
However, the audience in front of the live broadcast main screen did not see this scene.
As early as when Lu Xingxing was happily humming a song and having fun on the paused battlefield, the video platform was already scared by him and spat out water. It quickly asked the technical staff to lower the definition of the main screen. The high-definition screen had regressed forty years in quality and was flashing with snowflakes.
The audience in front of the main screen were confused by the color blocks all over the screen and couldn't figure out what was happening.
However, Yan Shixun's attention was not on the chrysanthemums.
His eyes were fixed on the big hole in his master's skin. He reached his hand in and grabbed a corner of the coffin accurately and forcefully.
Just when Yan Shixun's palm touched the coffin, a "bang bang" sound suddenly came from inside the coffin.
This gave the split-screen audience, who were originally concentrating, a fright.
Some people even screamed and threw their phones away.
Yan Shixun had expected this and was not frightened at all.
Moreover, the sound meant that Nantian was still alive and well, which made him feel a little relieved.
The reason why Yan Shixun was so eager to get close to his master was because of Nan Tian in the coffin.
Not only because Nantian's death would increase the master's strength, but also because it would give the master a chance to catch his breath and possibly escape from Ye Li's hands once again.
It’s also because of Nantian itself.
Yan Shixun saw Grandma Nan in his dream. It can be said that Grandma Nan not only saved Nan Tian from the nightmare, but also gave Yan Shixun a crucial reminder.
Nan A-po once unknowingly assisted the evildoer and presided over the sacrifice to increase the power of the master. This was her evil karma.
However, ever since Grandma Nan accidentally recovered her memory because of the trial in Fengdu, she, who hated what her master had done, has been paying the price for her evil deeds.
When Grandma Nan died trying to stop the master, her sins had been completely atoned for and only merits remained.
Yan Shixun also thanked Grandma Nan for her advice.
Yan Shixun didn't want Grandma Nan's efforts, which cost her life, to go to waste, nor did he want Nan Tian to get hurt.
Therefore, he abandoned the more appropriate but time-consuming method and chose a method that was faster but more risky.
Fortunately, although Yan Shixun did not tell his plan aloud in order not to alarm his master, Ye Li still understood what he wanted to do from Yan Shixun's eyes and expression.
The two of them cooperated seamlessly, and with an almost integrated understanding, they completed the attack on the master from both front and back.
It also allowed Yan Shixun to touch the coffin and rescue Nantian before his master could cause real harm to Nantian's soul.
Nantian was awakened by the burning sensation on his chest.
He had vaguely seen the gods, who were just as kind and compassionate as he had imagined them to be. So when the gods said they would make him happy, he agreed without hesitation.
In the blink of an eye, Nantian found himself in a garden full of blooming chrysanthemums.
In front of the window of the small wooden building, the rattan chair was swaying gently, as if the owner had just got up and left.
Nantian felt strange and walked carefully through the flowers, trying to see clearly whether there were people from the program crew in the small wooden building.
He always felt that the garden looked familiar, as if he had seen it near the small wooden building where the program crew was located.
However, before Nantian walked into the small wooden building, he found an old figure with a hunched back appearing behind the window, looking at him sternly.
Nantian was stunned.
If... his grandmother was still alive and continued to grow old, perhaps she would look like what he saw now.
“Grandma…” Nantian murmured in a low voice and walked over in disbelief.
He forgot what the old lady had told him in his nightmare. Only happiness and joy remained in his memory, and all his troubles were erased from the source.
Nantian only remembered that the gods said they would make his life happy.
He suddenly wondered if he was really in the Peach Blossom Spring. Even the old lady who his parents said was dead reappeared before his eyes.
The garden, the sunshine, the small wooden house, and his beloved grandma.
They will live happily and peacefully.
Yan Shixun was unable to save her and give her happiness, but the gods did it.
Nantian was thinking in a daze, ah...it turns out that I have believed in the wrong God before?
“Wake up!”
The old woman yelled, slapped the wall next to her with hatred, and looked at Nantian with a look of disapproval: "This silly child, he didn't even know he was deceived!"
It turned out to be grandma!
Nantian looked at the old lady in confusion, wondering why she had no joy at the reunion.
But Grandma Nan pushed Nan Tian to go out of the garden: "Go, go now! Leave Nanming Mountain..."
Before Granny Nan could finish her words, and before Nan Tian could ask Granny Nan the reason or how she had been living these years, the chrysanthemum bushes in the garden suddenly burst into flames.
Grandma Nan stopped pushing Nan Tian, and they both looked at him blankly.
Nantian didn't know what was going on. He had been well protected by Grandma Nan since he was a child and was sent away from Nan Village early. Therefore, although he had the blood of the witch, he did not inherit any truly useful knowledge.
He just looked at the flames with a puzzled look on his face, and even panicked and wanted to find water to put out the fire.
But Grandma Nan looked at the chrysanthemums that were quickly burned to ashes in the flames, and slowly realized something.
The dancing flames were reflected in her old and turbid eyes, and the blood-red color that had faintly seeped out from under her eyeballs quickly faded away, returning to the appearance of an ordinary person.
Grandma Nan murmured in disbelief: "He did it. The exorcist who entered the dream actually did it..."
Nantian looked at Grandma Nan strangely: "Grandma, do you know Brother Yan?"
Grandma Nan frowned and repeated his name, Nan Tian nodded and said without any defense: "Yes, Yan Shixun, Brother Yan is a very good ghost exorcist."
The moment Nantian said Yan Shixun's name, a strong wind suddenly swept through the entire garden, flames leaped and danced wildly, and ashes were blown away in the wind.
Nantian was blown by the wind and subconsciously tilted his head and closed his eyes.
However, when he noticed that the wind had finally stopped and opened his eyes again, he found that the sunny and leisurely scene around him had completely disappeared.
Even grandma disappeared.
He was left alone, standing in the darkness.
It was like a projector was turned off, and all the beautiful but fake scenes that were originally projected disappeared, leaving only the cold reality.
Nantian became anxious and wanted to run forward while shouting "Grandma", looking for her figure.
However, he didn't expect that as soon as he ran forward, his feet suddenly fell downwards as if he had stepped on empty air.
The strong feeling of weightlessness scared Nantian so much that he screamed.
“Aaaaaaah!!”
Nantian screamed and suddenly opened his eyes.
Then he realized that he was actually in darkness, but there were many golden threads emitting faint light in the darkness, and they were all pierced into his body like the roots of mushrooms.
Such a strange scene made Nantian's scalp tingle and goose bumps appeared all over his body.
But also because of the overload of stimulation, he suddenly remembered everything.
He is... in a coffin.
The burning fabric on his chest brought back Nantian's confused mind. Then he watched with his own eyes as the golden roots that had pierced his body spontaneously ignited without fire, and flames began to burn in the narrow space of the coffin.
Nantian was very frightened. He shouted "Brother Yan, save me!" and subconsciously pounded the coffin, trying desperately to escape from the coffin, fearing that he would be burned to death by the flames.
Outside the coffin, after hearing the faint calling voice, Yan Shixun's originally stern and cold brows softened slightly, and his heart fell back into his chest.
Across the screaming and struggling master, Yan Shixun raised his eyes and looked at Ye Li, and they exchanged glances.
Yan Shixun didn't need to say anything, Ye Li understood what he wanted to express.
The ghost's stern brows were tinged with a smile, and he nodded slightly at his beloved exorcist and responded to him.
Then, Ye Li stretched out his arm and, in front of his master's terrified gaze, grabbed his master's crown.
The slender palm with distinct joints firmly grasped the entire top of the head, and then gradually tightened and exerted force. The pressure came down like an overwhelming force, which was enough to crush ordinary people into meat paste in an instant.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaa——!!!”
The master's heart-wrenching screams were tragic and full of fear.
He seemed to want to beg for mercy from Ye Li.
Those who attempt to steal the Great Dao will only feel true regret when they are truly afraid of death.
However, no good or evil in any soul can escape Ye Li's eyes.
As early as twenty years ago, Ye Li had seen through the soul of Nan Heye and knew what kind of evil ghost he was in disguise of compassion.
At that time, my master gave up everything and managed to get a chance to escape from Ye Li.
And now, Yan Shixun is here.
That last ray of hope that should not be left to the sinful souls returned to the avenue.
Master is only one step away from truly becoming a god.
But he will always be one step short of this.
As long as the Great Dao continues to have vitality and evil spirits walk around the world in the form of bones, miracles of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth will appear.
When Yan Shixun and Ye Li merged into one...
Nothing can stop them.
——People have thousands of hexagrams, but heaven and earth only need one calculation.
Ye Li was not going to let his master escape again, so he didn't even give him a chance to beg for mercy.
As he tightened his grip, the master's head made a teeth-grinding cracking sound, as if the entire skull bone had been crushed.
The master's face was so hideous and distorted that it was almost unrecognizable as a human.
It was just like a crumpled rag, held in Ye Li's hand.
Under the powerful force of ghosts and gods that was not suppressed at all, the intense pain almost made the master faint. This pain even overwhelmed the burning pain of the master's skin, making him still not aware of what was happening to him.
Behind the master's back, the talisman in Yan Shixun's hand turned into a sharp blade, cutting a huge gash in the entire human skin from top to bottom from the back.
Like a rag that was forced to be spread out.
The coffin, which was originally wrapped in human skin, fell out with a "bang".
Yan Shixun was quick-witted and agile. The moment the coffin and the human skin separated, he immediately kicked the coffin away, allowing the coffin to move away from the human skin as quickly as possible.
He breathed a sigh of relief, then became serious again and nodded slightly to Ye Li, indicating to the other party that Nan Tian was out of danger.
Without the power supplied from Nantian, the master, whose vitality had been blocked, immediately looked even more listless. If he had not been held in Ye Li's hand, he would have collapsed to the ground in an instant.
Ye Li lowered his thick, crow-feather-like eyelashes and looked at his master with a cold gaze without a trace of warmth.
"Minami Kazuya."
Ye Li's deep, magnetic voice sounded.
"All the pain you inflict on others will return to you. This is the law of cause and effect."
“The years that all souls and lives have endured in pain will become the length of your pain.”
"You will endure the pain of being burned by fire in Fengdu until you have repaid all your time, and then the flames will go out. Only then will your soul turn to ashes and dissipate into the world."
"You will not have a moment of peace until you are completely gone."
"This is the Fengdu Judgment."
The moment the last syllable of Ye Li fell, heaven and earth lowered their eyes, and the Avenue responded.
The verdict on the master takes effect at this moment.
The master's skin, which had already been burnt black, suddenly burst into flames.
The flames completely surrounded him, turning him into a ball of fire.
His soul will be trapped in the flames until all his sins are burned away and all the lives lost are paid for.
Only after a thousand years will he be able to be liberated.
——It is said that you can neither live nor die.
The pain that Master had caused those lives to die in had to be borne by himself from this moment on.
Even if he regretted it over a long period of time, he could only wail in pain, shed tears of regret, and hate his past delusions and sins.
For thousands of years thereafter, if anyone was able to enter Fengdu, they would see souls wailing and struggling all the time in the flames used for lighting in the ghost city of Fengdu.
That was the soul of a man named Nan Heye, who was reliving the pain that thousands of people had once felt.
Ye Li looked at his master's burning body in his palm with disgust, then threw the fireball off the cliff and into the darkness of the abyss.
Immediately, ghost soldiers caught the fireball and took it to Fengdu to be punished.
Yan Shixun watched all this indifferently, turning a deaf ear to his master's screams, and was not shaken at all.
Those who died in Changshou Village, and the souls who were worshipped in Nan Village...their resentment and obsession can finally be let go because of the master's complete defeat.
Even though many of those people's souls have lost the possibility of reincarnation due to being too incomplete, such an ending is enough to comfort their souls, allowing them to finally close their eyes and rest in peace.
Only one step away from becoming a god, only one step away from the last winter festival.
But this is a sacrifice that will never be performed.
At the same time, the entire Nanming Mountain is also undergoing new changes.
The cold and dead air dissipated, and the abundant vitality that should not have existed gradually fell back into the soil, nourishing the earth again and giving birth to the mountains and rivers. The ashes of the burnt chrysanthemums were blown away by the cold mountain breeze.
In the Changshou Village upstream, hundreds of small wooden buildings, which carried the last and most painful memories of every life, collapsed with a loud bang, splashing dust all over the ground.
Many dead bones and objects that were once left behind rolled out and then quickly weathered into ashes.
The last of the soul's obsession faded, and the remains left in the human world were no longer necessary.
The rotten and stench was blown away by the wind, and the crisp and refreshing scent of plants in the mountains and forests covered over, gently soothing the pain that had lasted for decades in the longevity village upstream.
It's like a mother patting her baby tenderly, humming a lullaby, rocking her baby gently, and coaxing her to sleep.
Hundreds and thousands of remaining souls took one last look at the human world, then, smiling and closing their eyes, they disappeared into heaven and earth before dawn.
Amidst the loud bang, Liu Ming screamed in fear and tried to escape, but while running he was horrified to find that his legs began to rot into dry bones from the bottom to the top, and the decay was rapidly spreading upwards.
He turned into a handful of dry bones, fell into the dust, and then weathered like the corpses.
Similar to Liu Ming are all the villagers in Changshou Village.
All those half-dead monsters who came back to life in the hanging coffins and became the villagers of Changshou Village who had found happiness and new life in the master's words, returned the vitality they had stolen the moment the world regained control of Nanming Mountain.
Life and death are separated again, and the order between yin and yang is restored.
Ye Li also lifted the power to change Nanming Mountain, allowing everyone to return to their original state of life and death.
The sound of chains dragging on the ground came faintly from the dark mountain forest filled with mist, dead and empty.
Those are the footsteps of the underworld messenger coming to lead the dead souls to the underworld.
The innocent will be reborn, and the guilty will be thrown into hell.
Liu Ming and other villagers will pay for their sins there.
The gurgling river water rushed down, mixing the dust from upstream, and the originally clear river water became turbid.
But it is a real flaw.
Fake flowers do not need to experience pain, birth, aging, sickness and death, but at the same time they have no vitality and are just falsely alive.
Only real plants have insect pests and dead branches and leaves, but they can also stretch in the sun and sway in the rain and dew.
That is life.
In the longevity village downstream, everyone in the program crew felt dizzy and their limbs were cold.
They climbed up from the ground in a daze and looked around in confusion.
Zhang Wubing looked at the village which still smelled of burnt food after the fire and was frightened by the horrific scene of blood and flesh splattered all around.
——Especially, not far from him, Lu Xingxing was holding a bloody knife in one hand and touching his bloody face with the other hand.
It looks as scary as a picture of hell.
Zhang Wubing, who had no idea what had happened before, watched all this in a daze. Then, a guess, which was absurd but extremely reasonable because of his physique, popped up in his mind.
I should... not be dead, right?
So this is hell?
Zhang Wubing burst into tears, with tears and snot all over his face.
"Brother Yan, wuwuwu, your cutest little illness has died, wuwuwu, what should I do?"
Lu Xingxing turned around after hearing the voice: “???”
What happened? Was Director Zhang scared silly?
——Lu Xingxing had no idea how terrifying his image was at this moment, like a murderer.
And in a scene like this...it's a man-eating evil spirit.
As Lu Xingxing was confused and full of questions, the other members of the program crew and the rescue team also woke up slowly.
However, everyone had not yet fully woken up. When they saw Lu Xingxing's current appearance for the first time, they were so scared that their hearts almost jumped out of their throats.
“What the hell!!!”
Lu Xingxing tilted his head, and a huge question mark slowly appeared above his head.
"……Um?"
It was not until the fireball disappeared into the black fog and the master's screams disappeared among the mountains that Yan Shixun coldly withdrew his gaze, stretched out his long legs, and walked towards the coffin that he had kicked aside.
Because he was only thinking about getting Nantian away from the master immediately to prevent the master from finding another opportunity to hurt Nantian, Yan Shixun did not consider Nantian's comfort.
The coffin first hit the mountain wall, then fell heavily to the ground. After rolling several times, the whole coffin turned upside down.
Nantian, who was trapped inside, naturally followed the coffin to experience the feeling of a wild and pure natural roller coaster.
Nantian was knocked unconscious and almost vomited in his coffin.
After the chrysanthemums turned to ashes, the patterns on the coffin faded away, and it became just an ordinary coffin. It was easy for Yan Shixun to turn it over with such a small weight.
As soon as Yan Shixun opened the coffin, Nantian immediately covered his mouth with one hand and grabbed the edge of the coffin with the other, trying to push himself out of the coffin. Without even having time to say a word, he stepped out of the coffin tremblingly, staggered to the side, and vomited violently while holding onto the mountain wall.
Yan Shixun raised his eyebrows and a smile appeared on his lips.
Not bad, he looks lively and energetic, so I guess there’s no big problem.
If Nantian knew what Yan Shixun was thinking, he would definitely cry in front of him on the spot.
Do you call this full of energy? QAQ.
However, compared with the result of having all vitality and even life taken away by the master, this result is simply unimaginably good.
Nantian felt both sad and touched, his entire mood twisted into a tangled mess.
However, the audience in front of Yan Shixun's split screen, after being on tenterhooks for so long, finally found, after nervously staring at the screen for a moment, that things seemed to have gradually calmed down and were no longer as dangerous as before.
They realized that it seemed... safe?
Many people were so excited that their eyes were filled with tears, while others were still worried that there would be more trouble.
[I didn’t dare to close my eyes that night, fearing that something might happen.]
[I'm so nervous, damn! I can finally get out of bed and go to the bathroom, oops, I'm almost suffocating.]
[Is Nantian okay? Why does he look so bad and is he still vomiting?]
[Oh my god, I used to have the guts to argue with people whether this was a prop or a real ghost, but now I don’t even dare to ask, for fear that they will say it’s real. I’d rather believe it’s a prop!]
[I feel that I have been traumatized by Huang Ju ever since...]
[Thanks for the invitation, I'm in the toilet, I just came back from vomiting. It's so disgusting, flowers growing from the skin, ugh!]
[I was so scared that I couldn't move the whole night. My hands were numb.]
[I only dared to watch it when I was holding the cat, but now the cat looks at me as if I were a pervert QvQ.]
[Great! Brother Yan is fine, everyone is fine, woo woo woo, I cried so much that my pillow was soaked.]
[Nothing will happen again, right? Ahhhh, I'm so scared.]
"Brother Yan." After looking at Yan Shixun for a few times, Nan Tian asked him hesitantly and weakly: "Is that on your shoulder a split screen?"
Nantian touched his shoulder in confusion and asked curiously, "Why is mine gone?"
Yan Shixun raised his hand and touched his shoulder because of his reminder, and felt a small bulge under his fingertips.
He didn't expect that when he followed the river from downstream to upstream, the split-screen camera was still there.
Yan Shixun didn't care, he took off the lens and threw it to Nantian: "Here you go."
Nan Tian hurriedly caught it: "Ah? Brother Yan, I didn't want it..."
And because it was taken off, the split screen was also turned off.
The audience was just about to check if Yan Shixun was injured, but then they saw the screen suddenly go black.
[…………]
[Brother Yan ah ah QAQ]
Seeing that Nantian was fine, Yan Shixun withdrew his attention from him and turned to look at Ye Li next to him.
Ye Li stood quietly there, his eyes never leaving Yan Shixun.
Seeing Yan Shixun looking at him, Ye Li smiled back: "Shixun."
Yan Shixun raised his eyebrows, but before he could think of what to say, the remaining sharpness on his handsome face had already softened, and a smile filled his eyes.
He stretched out his long legs and walked towards Yeli.
In the other party's expectant gaze, Yan Shixun chuckled, his voice deliberately soft: "You said before...you are the Lord of Fengdu? The situation was urgent before, and I don't think I had time to ask you about this matter."
Ye Li suddenly felt that Yan Shixun's smile seemed a little cold.
His tall body stiffened for a moment, and he subconsciously glanced back.
In the abyss, the black fog dissipated, revealing the figures of soldiers who were originally cleaning up the battlefield debris below.
When Ye Li looked at the soldiers, their originally strong and powerful figures froze.
So, is the exorcist angry? Angry that the general didn't tell everything?
Good question, they don't know either.
The soldiers' actions suddenly seemed to be accelerated. They quickly cleared the battlefield and then quickly disappeared. Their originally majestic and intimidating image actually had a bit of a panic-stricken retreat.
After thinking silently for a few seconds, Ye Li found a reason for himself.
The main reason was that Shi Xun had never asked, so he had no chance to speak. But now, wasn't it the perfect opportunity?
Ye Li turned around, and there was no trace of panic on his calm and stern face.
However, when meeting Yan Shixun's eyes, Ye Li couldn't help but laughed softly.
"yes."
Ye Li's face melted into a gentle smile: "I am the Lord of Fengdu, in charge of life and death."
"However, I would rather be your companion - or even your lover."
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