“No, no.” Wang Xi shook her head. “It’s really not right.”
"What's wrong?"
At this moment, they were standing in front of a palace gate. Wang Xi said that it was where she used to live. After they went inside, the quilts were still on the bed, as if the owner had just left.
Wang Xi, the owner of this place, hurriedly ran to open all the doors in the courtyard. Finally, exhausted, she said, "It's just not right."
"What are you thinking about?" Liang Si knew her pain.
First, she was told by the mother and son that Qianyan had lost its country, and that she was the sinner who caused the country's downfall. She also said that every year she would ride in a sedan chair to inspect the country when a storm broke out, and take away a group of upright and strong men who represented the labor force of the family.
Later, he passed through his own city with great joy, listening to the people's flattering words about the Qianyan Kingdom. He thought it was nothing more than a conspiracy between the mother and son to sow discord.
However, at the city gate and inside the city, weeds grew wildly, houses stood in neat rows, and shops lined the streets, but the former prosperity was nowhere to be seen.
With relatives gone and the old house sealed off, it's as if someone is deliberately hiding everything.
"That room is mine, but there's nothing I like in it, none of it belongs to me," Wang Xi sobbed softly. She was flustered and didn't know what to say.
Her memory seemed to have been exploited, constantly fed false knowledge, until finally she had to believe the rumors she had once dared not trust.
Because rumors are more like the truth than the truth itself.
“I’ll walk with you!” Yang Wennan said, his brow furrowed ever since he came in. “This place feels familiar; it doesn’t feel like my first time here. Ideally, you could take me to a more secluded spot, so that the scenery might evoke memories and I might recall something else.”
"Is it...is it okay?" Wang Xi wiped away her tears.
Although she was a princess of a country, of noble birth, her body and mind were not as delicate as those of a princess.
Emotions are more like a momentary outpouring; after venting her frustrations, she knows how to quickly calm down and do what she needs to do.
“The Treasure Pavilion.” She seemed to be pondering. Finally, they walked towards the throne that symbolized the king’s power. “We can’t go anywhere else. This is the only place we can go in.”
On the back of the throne are carved two lifelike lions, one sleeping soundly and the other roaring, which is quite interesting.
Wang Xi stuck her finger into the mouth of the roaring lion, and the lion bit down. Ling Yi was startled and tried to pull Wang Xi away, but Liang Si held her back.
"It's alright, she knows better than us how to behave."
"Okay, okay." Ling Yi pressed his temples and glanced at the lion a few more times.
The sleeping man yawned and actually got up from his seat, as if he wanted to compete with the lion that had bitten Wang Xi's hand for prey, and pounced on Wang Xi.
"Don't come any closer!" she said warily to Ling Yi. "Go stand next to your Senior Brother Yang."
"What, what is this?"
"Alright." The lion that had pounced back down and lay back down, falling asleep again. As for Wang Xi, she also took out her hand.
His five fingers were dripping blood, as if they had been gnawed on by something.
The blood fell onto the lion's head and slowly disappeared.
On the ground, right where Ling Yi had been standing, a hole appeared, and steps led down. Wang Xi, without even having time to bandage her wounds, went down first to be the first to go.
"Follow me, I've never walked this road before, it's said to be fraught with hidden weapons."
"Junior Sister," Ling Yi followed closely behind Yang Wennan, "why did your family install such a vicious mechanism on the throne? What would happen if one of your own people accidentally put their hand in?"
"Your hand will be gnawed off by something under the throne."
Has anyone ever had their hand bitten off?
“Naturally…” Wang Xi took a deep breath; the tunnel ahead was a dead end.
"The treasure vault is underground?"
"On the ground."
"Then why do we have to go underground?"
“I…” She paused, “I forgot that I can fly on a sword. No, that’s not right. I have to dig even if I walk on the ground. When I left, my father said he would blow up the treasure pavilion. I… I didn’t take it seriously.”
"It's alright, we're here with you. We'll find the truth eventually," Liang Si comforted her. "Besides, the people in this city don't seem to have left on their own; they seem to have vanished suddenly. If there are clues to follow, we can find the truth."
"Thank you, senior brother. I'm taking it all in stride."
Gradually, the road narrowed, and Yang Wennan became the one leading the way.
"Senior Brother Yang..." Ling Yi cautiously looked at the back of the person in front of him, grabbing the clothes on his back with one hand, "Why do you seem to become more and more familiar with this place as we walk?"
"I don't know." Yang Wennan shook her head in confusion, her tone becoming increasingly urgent: "I don't know anything, don't ask me, I don't know, I don't know! I don't know! Don't ask me! Don't ask me! Get out! Get out! Stay away from me!"
He suddenly stopped in his tracks and started yelling wildly at his surroundings.
The only response he received was the echo of his own voice traveling through the tunnel; no one answered him.
"Senior brother, did I say something wrong?"
Liang Si frowned, stepped forward, shielding her two junior brothers and sisters behind her, and tentatively tapped Yang Wennan's shoulder with her sword sheath, "Yang Wennan! What's wrong?"
"Get out!" he roared weakly. "I've already said, I don't know anything. Even if you kill me, I still won't know..."
"Who killed you?"
"Shoot the moon..."
"Shooting the Moon?" Wang Xi looked at him in confusion, thought for a while, and finally remembered, "Yes, that's right, Grandmaster said that a clan that originated from the White Deer was called Shooting the Moon. That, that was all ten thousand years ago, how could Senior Brother Yang..."
“The Soul Clan,” Liang Si uttered, pointing ahead. “If we get out of here, we can escape them. They can’t get out, but you can’t come back either. Do you still want to go forward?”
"Leave?" Yang Wennan suddenly chuckled foolishly. "Of course I'm leaving, leaving, I'm leaving..."
He was like a soulless zombie. Hearing Liang Si's seductive voice, he walked forward with heavy steps. As he walked, he finally saw the sunlight and suddenly stopped.
His head slowly turned around, his mouth was crooked, like a person who had hanged himself, sticking out a not-so-long tongue.
"Ouch!" Yang Wennan clutched his neck and looked up. "Did I scare you?"
"No, it's good that you're out." Everyone has secrets, and Liang Si didn't want to delve into them, as long as the secret didn't threaten what he was doing.
“Senior Brother Yang…” Wang Xi chuckled awkwardly, “How come you’re even crazier than that guy we dealt with before who claimed to be a god!”
Yang Wennan: ...
“Senior brother.” Ling Yi’s voice was barely audible. He pointed to the stone top that Yang Wennan had looked at earlier. “I saw it. You died there.”
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