Hearing this, Xie Lian felt as if he had been slapped in the face. He looked at him and asked, "Are you mocking me?"
Wuming said: "No."
Xie Lian said, “Then don’t say such nonsense! How could such a thing even exist?”
After a pause, Wuming said, "Maybe not."
“…”
Xie Lian could barely contain himself. "That's enough! What on earth do you want to say? Aren't you a Xianle soldier? I didn't wake you from the battlefield to hear you speak for the people of Yong'an. You just need to follow my orders!"
The flower on the ground pricked his heart and stung his eyes, leaving him suddenly in a state of dismay. Venting his anger, Xie Lian rushed forward and crushed it. Afterward, he found his action inexplicable. Why lose such a temper over such a small flower? He immediately rushed out of the Prince's Temple. A cold breeze blew, and he gradually regained his composure.
Behind him, the black-clad warrior followed him out. Xie Lian asked, "Have you explored this area? Is there anything unusual?"
Wuming said: "No."
Xie Lian asked, “Are you sure? To unleash the Human Face Plague, there can’t be even a single mistake in the weather and the earth.”
Wuming said: "Indeed not."
Xie Lian was speechless and looked up at the sky.
After a moment of silence, Wuming said, "Your Highness, have you figured out how to unleash the plague of resentful spirits?"
Xie Lian said, “I’m just thinking about it.”
He looked down at the black sword hanging from his waist. Thousands of vengeful spirits were sealed within this black sword, but only temporarily.
At this time, Wuming said: "Your Highness, I have an unwelcome request."
"explain."
Wuming said, "I hope Your Highness can give me this sword so that I can launch the Human Face Plague."
Xie Lian turned around and asked, "Why?"
The black-clad warrior stared at him from behind his mask. "My beloved has been severely injured in this war, a fate worse than death. I watched helplessly as he suffered and struggled in agony."
Xie Lian asked, “So?”
"So, I hope I will be the one to wield the sword and avenge him."
His reasoning was perfectly reasonable, but Xie Lian didn't quite trust it. He narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "I think there's something strange about you."
He turned around, walked around Wuming, and said coldly, "From what I've seen, you don't look like a resentful avenger. Are you really asking me this to start the Human Face Plague?"
That being said, if it wasn’t for launching a human face epidemic, what else could it be for?
The nameless black-clad warrior bowed slightly to him and said, "Your Highness, I want these people dead more than anyone else. And I want them to die by my hands. If you don't believe me, I can prove it to you right now."
Xie Lian asked, “How do you want to prove it?”
The black-clad warrior placed his hand on his sword and slowly retreated. When he had taken three steps back, Xie Lian suddenly realized what he was planning to do.
He was going to kill someone to prove to him that he had a desire for revenge!
Xie Lian immediately said, “Stop!”
Wuming indeed stopped. After examining him for a moment, Xie Lian said firmly, "No. I want to start it myself."
The black-clad warrior lowered his head, still wearing his mask. It was unclear how he would react. Xie Lian didn't care about other people's reactions. He turned around and said softly, "...But before that, I have one more thing to do."
As he spoke, Xie Lian raised the cold jade-like black sword and gazed at the sharp edge in his hand, a strange light flashing in his eyes. The black-clad warrior sensed something was wrong and asked, "Your Highness, what do you want to do?"
He had no time to stop it. The next moment, Xie Lian turned the sword tip around and stabbed the black sword into his own abdomen!
The next day, on the streets of Langerwan.
The weather has not been very good recently. It is gloomy and gloomy, with sometimes strong winds and sometimes continuous rain.
Speaking of which, things have been turbulent lately. I heard the newly built palace caught fire, and the king and the crown prince are both seriously ill, too ill to see anyone. Everything is in shambles, full of ominous signs, leaving everyone feeling uneasy and uneasy. Only the children, ignorant and carefree, are still chasing and playing.
A gust of cold wind swept past, blinding everyone. Then, a loud "bang" suddenly came from the street intersection, and a figure fell from the sky!
Everyone on the street was stunned by the sudden loud noise and looked towards the street. They saw a human-shaped pit smashed into the ground, and a person lying flat in the pit, with disheveled hair, covered in blood, and his white clothes stained with a terrifying mottled color.
Instantly, everyone on the street gathered here: "Who is it?!"
"My goodness, where did he fall from? From the sky?"
"Falling to death?!"
"Okay, it seems not, it seems to be still moving!"
"How can he not fall to his death?! Wait, what's that on his chest? Is it a sword???"
As the crowd drew closer, they gradually got a clearer look at the man. Though his hair was disheveled, his face was quite fair and handsome, but his eyes were staring straight up into the sky, making him look anything but human. But even if he wasn't alive, he was still breathing, his chest rising and falling faintly, along with the black sword in his abdomen that had pierced his internal organs.
At this time, someone exclaimed again: "Wait, this... isn't this... that, that Crown Prince!"
After hearing this, the others also recognized him: "...It really is. It's the former prince, the prince of Xianle! I've seen him from afar before!"
"Didn't they say that the prince is missing?"
"I heard he ascended."
"How could this happen... What happened to that sword? Did it really pierce through? Scary..."
"Stop looking, please make way, please. I need to hurry!"
This street was a fork in the road, leading to two different roads. It was now blocked by a crowd, and the cars that followed couldn't get through. Everyone got out of their cars to look, creating a chaotic scene. Suddenly, someone said, "Wait! He seems to be... saying something?"
Everyone then quieted down, holding their breath and concentrating, trying to discern the situation carefully. After a while, the people outside heard nothing and shouted, "What did he say? What's going on? Did he say anything?"
The person in the front row said, “No!”
"So what is he talking about?"
"He said, 'Save me.'
Xie Lian lay flat on the ground. After saying these two words, he didn't speak again. The people surrounding him had different expressions, all kinds of strange and bizarre. A fat man who looked like a chef said, "Save him? How?"
Someone speculated: "Isn't it about pulling out this sword?"
The cook seemed quite daring and was about to go up and give it a try when he was immediately stopped by the others, who shouted, "No, no, no, absolutely don't!!!"
The man was puzzled: "Why?"
Someone else told him why: "That's impossible! Haven't you heard? Didn't Xianle lose the battle? Why did he lose the battle? Because of that human-faced plague. Why was there a human-faced plague? Because there was a plague god, who was..."
"Plague God?! Really?!"
As soon as these words were spoken, no one dared to act rashly, and a large area around the huge human-shaped pit was immediately cleared.
After all, no one knew what had become of this former Crown Prince. Was he a plague god? Would anyone who came into contact with him contract the legendary dreaded human-faced plague? Or would he simply be utterly unlucky? Furthermore, it looked as if he wouldn't die anytime soon, even without the sword. If he hadn't survived a fall from an unknown height, with such a resounding crash, he was definitely not an ordinary person.
After a moment, someone timidly said, "Let's report it to the police..."
"Didn't they say that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince ascended to heaven? What's the point of reporting this to the authorities?"
"What should we do then?"
After much discussion, they couldn't come to any conclusion. They just asked someone to report it, and there was nothing else they could do.
Lie down? Then lie down. Let's go our separate ways.
And so, Xie Lian slept in that human-shaped pit, watching the crowds around him gradually thin out, then vanish. The blocked carriages and horses passed by him, and the children who had been playing in the street were dragged back into their homes by their parents. People still occasionally passed by him in the distance. His face remained expressionless, and he said nothing.
A water vendor couldn't bear it, so he whispered to his wife, who was also watching over the stall, "Is it really okay to just leave it there like this? How about giving him a glass of water?"
The peddler's wife hesitated for a moment, looked around, and whispered, "...Let's go. If it really is the plague god, who knows what will happen if we get too close."
The peddler also hesitated and looked around. A group of peddlers who had set up stalls like him were also staring at him with nervous expressions, as if they would draw a line and stay away from him if he went up. In the end, he did not dare to step forward alone and gave up the plan.
Xie Lian lay there from the dewy morning to the scorching noon, and then from sunset to late night.
During this period, many people saw him, but few approached him, and no one helped him pull out the black sword in his abdomen.
Late at night, the streets were deserted. Xie Lian was still lying on the ground, facing the sky. The stars twinkled in the dark night. He was lost in thought when he suddenly heard a clear laugh from above: "Hahahaha... what are you doing?"
Xie Lian in the pit stirred slightly, but did not stand up.
After the owner of this voice had visited him several times, his reaction was no longer as intense as before. Instead of receiving his shocked and angry "welcome," the owner of the voice took the initiative to approach, standing in front of Xie Lian, and bent down. From the sound of his voice, he seemed to be a little disappointed. He bent down and said, "What are you waiting for?"
A mask, half crying, half laughing, was turned upside down, just enough to block Xie Lian's entire vision. Facing each other, so close, Xie Lian said coldly, "Get out of here! You're blocking my view of the sky."
Bai Wuxiang was told to get out, but he wasn't displeased at all. He smiled and straightened up, like an elder who tolerates a wayward child. He became even more friendly and said, "What's so beautiful about the sky?"
Xie Lian said, “Prettier than you.”
Bai Wuxiang said, "Why are you so angry? I didn't stab you with the sword, and I didn't leave you here this time. You did all this by yourself. Whether you get the result you want or not, you can't blame me."
Xie Lian remained silent.
Bai Wuxiang continued, "You've wasted the whole day here today. Are you trying to prove something? Or are you trying to convince yourself of something?"
Xie Lian said, “None of your business.”
Bai Wuxiang smiled with pity and said, "Silly child, do you think anyone will come to help you draw your sword?"
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