"Don't worry, I will definitely find the key to open the tomb city for you."
"Thank you, Hall Master!"
Zi Ruo looked at Liang Meng with excitement in her eyes and knelt down on one knee in front of Liang Meng again.
After seeing Ziruo off, Liang Meng's confused and irritable mood has calmed down a lot.
He turned around and told Chuanqi to keep Ziruo's fingertip blood, then walked towards the back door.
"When does the Hall Master plan to enter Zi Ruo's dream?"
Liang Meng stopped and turned to look at Chuanqi. He put his hands behind his back, put on a thoughtful expression, and answered after a moment.
"Wait a moment."
After saying that, he turned around and walked away without giving Chuanqi any chance to ask more questions.
Chuanqi, standing alone in the front hall, was also full of thoughts. His fingertips were slightly white from tightly gripping the white porcelain vase.
I just went to Yun Nian to get the white porcelain bottle and the medicine juice. Then I told Yun Xuchen about the visit from the Lord of Tomb City.
The development of things completely exceeded their expectations. Chuanqi was very worried that more haste would make waste.
After all, they have no way out now.
Compared to Chuanqi's anxiety, Yun Xuchen was much calmer.
Standing before the portrait, hands behind his back, he remained calm and composed. After a long pause, he uttered, "It's okay!" She had to know all of this, bit by bit.
This confident yet calm answer did not dispel Chuanqi's concerns, but Yun Xuchen stopped him from asking further.
They handed him a white porcelain bottle containing the medicine and sent him away.
.......
Shui Niang didn't know how many days she had been lying in bed.
Ever since Yun Xuchen left that day, she had been lying down, and all she wanted to do was lie down. She didn't want to get up, and even less want to go out. She hated both day and night.
Because whether it was the colorful sunlight during the day or the terrifying silence at night, it would remind her of her own embarrassment.
Yun Xuchen's cold rejection and his humble plea kept playing out before his eyes.
Only when tears blurred her vision did she find a moment of relief, but the tears also made her heart ache.
She was dying. She felt like she was really dying. She just wanted to sleep, and then she would know nothing.
She really wanted to fall asleep and never wake up. That way, there would be no pain. But she was awake most of the time.
Shui Niang was still wearing the same dust-stained dress she had worn that day, and her hands were still clasped obediently over her abdomen, though her abdomen was much more sunken than a few days ago.
Her fair and charming face was still gray, with some clearly visible tear marks that had not yet dried, making people wonder how many times she had cried secretly.
His cheeks were severely sunken, his cheekbones were terrifyingly high, and his eyes, which had always been full of brilliance, stared at the roof without blinking, as gray as a candle flame blown by the wind and about to go out at any time.
Such a water girl exudes a disgust for life from head to toe.
She doesn't want to live anymore!
A crow flew in from outside the window and landed on a tree not far from the paper window. It kept making an unpleasant and shrill cry for a long time.
Amid the cries of crows, Shuiniang gently closed her swollen eyelids again, and despair and fatigue overwhelmed her.
She thought that she would not wake up again this time.
At the moment when she was about to fall into the endless black abyss, a huge noise pulled Shuiniang back.
The huge noise seemed to make the house tremble, and Shui Niang, who was lying on the bed, felt her body numb.
Opening her eyes, Shui Niang turned her head with difficulty and looked in the direction of the sound.
It was Lingyou’s left protector who had visited in the middle of the night that day—the ugly man who was as tall and thin as a bamboo pole.
At this moment, the man had a sarcastic smile on his thin and ugly face, and his bulging eyes stared at Shui Niang with disgust, as if he was looking at a foul-smelling corpse.
Shuiniang's vitality, which was about to dissipate, was gathered together again by anger.
His gray eyes were suddenly filled with ferocity. His jaw drooped slightly, but his eyes rolled up and he stared fiercely at the uninvited person.
Her body was too weak, and she got up in a hurry. Shuiniang sat on the edge of the bed with her back hunched and her chest heaving violently.
"roll!"
I haven't eaten or drunk anything for several days, and when I speak, my throat feels as if it has been exposed to the sun, and it is very hoarse and hissing.
Although his expression was fierce, his words had no deterrent effect because he had lost the strength.
It didn't sound like a scolding but rather like a rude and arrogant scolding.
Sure enough, the man laughed a few times in a hoarse voice after hearing this. The laughter made Shui Niang frown continuously. Compared with that, she felt that the crow's cry just now was like the sound of nature.
"Is this... seeking death? Should I have come later, so... I could have collected your body directly."
After saying that, he raised his head and heard another creaking sound.
Shui Niang's eyes were bloodshot with hatred. She wanted to rush forward and tear this disgusting person in front of her into pieces.
But unfortunately, I have no choice but to face the challenge of even raising my hand, let alone fighting.
How could that man not see Shui Niang's weakness? He didn't take the harmless vicious look glaring at him seriously at all.
He walked to the round table that was still lying on the ground, bent down and picked it up, his shoulder blade almost piercing through his clothes.
Then he picked up an undamaged stool from the ground, wiped it with his wide sleeves, and sat down.
"Don't look at me so harshly. I'm here to help you."
The man's tone was kind, like a doctor comforting a patient, but Shui Niang snorted coldly.
Staring at the man who was calmly patting the hem of his robe and then straightening the wrinkles of his robe, Shuiniang said with disdain.
"What? The one who was buried alive by Yun Xuchen a few days ago... You should know him, right?"
The man's body stiffened, and the dry fingers that were adjusting his robes became a little slow.
He lowered his head and pondered for a moment. When he raised it again, there was no trace of anger on his dark face.
"How could you trust such a foolhardy little fellow? You're so conceited about your intelligence."
Shuiniang rolled her eyes at him, snorted coldly, and turned her head away without saying anything.
"This is Yun Xuchen's place. No matter how far he runs, even if he hides in a cave, or even if he seals off the hall master's spiritual power, it doesn't matter."
"As long as it's in Zhou Yuan, Yun Xuchen will definitely find it."
Shui Niang remained motionless. The man looked at her with an expression that showed no sign of relaxation, and said in a voice that was a little smug and vicious.
"In the next few days, the head of the Yunmeng Hall will appear in my dreams again. You don't need to ask how I found out."
"This time she needs to solve the problem of the cemetery being buried underground by yellow sand a hundred years ago. You know."
The man stood up as he spoke. His robe was so wide that it looked like it could be blown away by a gust of wind. He paced slowly back and forth in the room, hands behind his back. Every now and then, he would look up to check Shui Niang's expression.
As expected, Shui Niang's expression showed some signs of looseness and cracks.
"The relationship between Tomb City, Cliff City, and Delusion City. I'm afraid it won't be so easy for the Hall Master to resolve this time."
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