The streets of the human race were undoubtedly the most bustling and lively of all the races, their throngs bustling with activity, giving the impression of a prosperous and flourishing age. Walking down any street, one would find a different bustling scene, with numerous Warcraft mercenary groups sharing their respective gains.
However, everything has its opposite. The human race has the advantage of resources and land, but its own strength and racial talent are far inferior to those of other races. Therefore, without the mediation of the Creator God, it is likely that it will only be constantly provoked by other races and face the danger of extinction.
Could this be why the human race is provoking war? But why would they choose the warlike and bloodthirsty demons first when choosing allies? Clearly, the "peace-loving" gods are the best candidates for allies, aren't they?
Walking on the bustling streets, Long He was filled with excitement, with the words "Finally arrived at my territory" and "My territory, my rules" written all over his body. Mu Huan glanced at him, really not knowing what to be excited about?
"Little girl, let me tell you something! We humans are really fun! All the delicious food and fun things are here. I guarantee you won't want to leave once you come here." Long He happily introduced his territory. That look really made Mu Huan think for a moment that this person might not be a bad person...
Is it possible that he, too, is a victim? That all of this is simply the product of the instigation of the person behind him? However, the question she still can't understand is why Long He chose to trust that person so much?
Thinking back to Long He’s expression last time, Long and he should have a huge and unclear relationship with the person behind this, right?
"Hey!" Mu Huan stopped.
"What?" Long He was annoyed. He was busy connecting with everything around him!
"Is this your attitude as a prisoner?" Mu Huan stretched out his hand and was about to do something to Long He.
Prisoner? Long He subconsciously wanted to refute, but after seeing Mu Huan's eyes, he gave up struggling. Fine, fine, it's just a title. A real man can bend and stretch!
"I was wrong, aunt!" She admitted her mistake with an extremely sincere attitude. After spending some time with this female ghost, Long He deeply understood a truth:
This female ghost is soft-hearted and won’t stand up to harshness. You absolutely can’t go against her!!!
"Let's find a place to rest. I'm so tired!" Mu Huan walked in front of Long He. She still couldn't adapt to the breath of this human race.
It had only been a short time since she left the ghost tribe, and her already injured body had begun to feel unwell, so she had to find a quiet place to recuperate.
Long He uttered a sigh of relief and resigned himself to taking Mu Huan to the largest inn in the city. He had wanted to come to this inn for a long time, but because he was under the strict supervision of the ministers in the palace and had to learn some political tactics every day, all his desires became extravagant hopes.
Until that person appeared...
Long He stopped thinking about it. His imperial ways wouldn't allow him to dwell on such romantic affairs. Glancing at Mu Huan, Long He began to plot his escape. As for the ticking time bomb in his body, he'd leave it to that person to resolve. The worst-case scenario was death.
"This is the largest inn in the imperial city!" The implication is that this kind of place is suitable for staying.
"What is that?" Mu Huan pointed to a building next to the inn, where there were women of all kinds, dressed up in fancy clothes, chatting and laughing with men passing by.
"Why are you smiling when you're obviously unhappy?"
Humans are a truly strange race, keeping everything to themselves and saying one thing but thinking another. Don't they feel tired?
Long He looked in the direction Mu Huan pointed, speechless for a moment... How could he explain to her that this was a brothel, a place for men to have fun? No, no, no, this female ghost was already dissatisfied with the human race. If she knew about such a dirty thing, she would probably kill him.
"It's just a place for people to have fun, don't bother with it!" Long He said carelessly, trying to avoid the topic. Mu Huan naturally noticed that something was wrong with Long He, and with his own injuries...he simply didn't ask any more questions.
"Go find a quiet room quickly. I need to rest!"
This is an ancestor!!! Long He really felt that he was a fool. Why did he rush to the ghost tribe without understanding the situation clearly, and end up in such a horrible state, and let himself be slaughtered.
Seeing Mu Huan's slightly impatient expression, Long He wisely shut his mouth and walked into the inn resignedly to arrange a room for Mu Huan.
After an unknown amount of time, Long He came out and asked Mu Huan to go in. However, Mu Huan did not rush in, but glanced around casually.
"Come in!"
This is really interesting. They haven't even arrived yet, and they've already sent people to target them. How can this be so fast? Glancing at Long He's back, it couldn't be him. Long He has always been by his side, and he's so afraid of the seed in his body, so he would never do such a thing as tipping off.
So the only explanation is that the person behind the scenes also planted something in Long He...
This is becoming more and more interesting!
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"How about this room? I heard from the shopkeeper that this is the best and quietest room in the whole inn." So, don't be picky, my lady!
"Not bad!" Mu Huan glanced around the room. It looked quite comfortable, and most importantly, there was no particularly noisy sound, which made it easier for her to heal her injuries.
"You can go out now."
Typical of the old man who's done his work, but then he killed the donkey!!! Long He suppressed his anger. It's okay, we're already in the Imperial City. Leaving this ghost behind is only a matter of time. When he regains control of his power over life and death, he'll definitely chop this woman into pieces, venting his hatred for the humiliation he's endured these past few days.
"Let's go!" Long He slammed the door shut.
"Cough, cough!" Mu Huan covered her mouth with her hand and coughed. She could only see blood with a strange smell flowing from her hand. No, she had to stop the bleeding immediately. Her current physical condition could no longer sustain the cultivation of Manjushage.
Mu Huan came to the bedside and sat cross-legged on it. She had been traveling all these days and hadn't taken good care of herself. On top of that, she still had some injuries that hadn't healed yet, and now these new injuries were adding insult to injury.
Closing his eyes, Mu Huan entered a state of isolation from the world. As time went by during the recuperation, his pale face began to turn slightly red and gradually regain its color.
However, to completely cure it, we must continuously absorb the ghost energy, but this is not possible because we are not from the ghost clan.
Suddenly, Mu Huan thought of a way. Ghost energy is inherently dark, so the dark energy in some people's bodies should be able to help her heal, but the effect will not be as good as ghost energy.
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