"Yuanlan, you and Xueqing stay here. You two know some medicine, see if you can find a way to suppress the epidemic."
"Luo Jiu, come with me to explore the City Lord's Mansion."
"Okay," Luo Jiu replied.
Xueqing's eyes darted back and forth between the two of them. She bit her lower lip, but still didn't say anything to refuse.
She knew this was the best arrangement; such a big matter shouldn't be decided recklessly based on her own petty temper.
But her beautiful eyes dimmed again.
Under the moonlight, the two carefully evaded the lax guards of the city lord's mansion and crawled on the brightly lit tiled roof.
The two exchanged a glance, and then Luo Jiu quietly lifted one of the tiles.
Compared to the desolate and lifeless atmosphere within the city, the city lord's mansion was nothing short of extravagant.
The magnificent hall was brightly lit by candles.
The city lord, now quite old, sat down on the couch. Before him were graceful dancers, their bodies surrounded by the soft sounds of silk and bamboo instruments.
He was completely absorbed in the pleasures of the city lord's mansion, as if he were in paradise, and had no idea what kind of despair and fear the people in his city were suffering.
"How dare he..."
Luo Jiu unconsciously clenched the tile in her hand, her beautiful eyes filled with rage.
"Jiu'er".
Wen Zhaobai moved over, pressed down on her trembling hand that was filled with anger, and softly called her name.
Luo Jiu met Wen Zhaobai's eyes, which were as gentle and clear as moonlight, took a deep breath, and slowly regained her composure.
Suddenly, there was a noise outside the door.
Shh, someone's coming.
Luo Jiu nodded and continued to watch every move inside the room.
"Lord City Lord, your subordinate has entered."
Upon hearing the voice, the greasy middle-aged man released the dancer who had been forcibly dragged over, straightened his clothes slightly, and got up to greet her.
"Sir, what brings you here?"
The newcomer was a thin man dressed in an indigo robe. He had high cheekbones, sunken cheeks, and was so pale and thin that he was almost frightening.
The city lord's attitude towards this man was rather strange; he was all smiles and fawning, even the grease on his body seemed to be trying to curry favor.
"A scout has reported that the people sent by the imperial court are already on their way and will arrive in the city soon."
"What...what should we do..."
Upon hearing this, the city lord paced nervously back and forth in the hall, large beads of sweat covering his face, making him appear even more repulsive.
"Lord of the city, do not panic. The city is already in this state. Why not send a secret guard to intercept and kill them?"
"This... is too risky, and because of the epidemic, there are almost no people left to use..."
The man in the long robe smiled disdainfully, his gaze towards the man growing increasingly contemptuous.
Ultimately, he was hopeless.
"Then open the city gates and see what method he has to bring this city back to life."
"No, no. If he comes in and sees the desolation outside, he'll cut off everyone's heads for my nightly revelry."
Thinking of this, the city lord's gaze toward the man grew even more intense.
"Sir...sir, please save my life!"
"When the time comes, you and I will escape this dead city, carrying countless treasures of gold and silver, living a carefree and happy life like gods."
Upon seeing the man about to pounce on him, a flash of disgust crossed the man's eyes, which he quickly concealed.
He cupped his hands in a respectful gesture and replied obediently:
"Don't worry, City Lord, I will find a way."
After saying this, the man flicked his sleeves and walked out.
The two people on the rooftop exchanged a glance, then followed like ghosts.
The man in the long robe walked slowly towards the backyard of the city lord's mansion. Passersby greeted him, indicating that he held a high position of prestige within the mansion.
Since Luo Jiu and her companion were skilled in magic, their lightness skills were naturally also excellent. In order to avoid the servants coming and going, they dared not get too close to the man and followed him at a steady pace.
The man walked towards the increasingly sparsely populated area. The moonlight was shrouded in a thin veil, and dark clouds filled the sky, making it appear even more gloomy and terrifying.
As the two stepped out of the rocky garden, they realized something was terribly wrong.
"You two distinguished guests have come from afar; I apologize for not being able to entertain you properly."
A man's voice came from the thick smoke, startling the two men.
Wen Zhaobai recited a spell, and the two of them were surrounded by a halo of light, which could at least illuminate the surrounding scenery for a moment.
"Clang!"
A metal fan pierced the mist, bringing a strong gust of wind.
Wen Zhaobai's sword had already left its sheath at some point, blocking the attack.
"Cultivating the Cloud Immortal Sect? Interesting."
Behind Luo Jiu, the two had already exchanged dozens of blows, both openly and secretly. The afterglow of their clashing swords was quite conspicuous in the misty thicket.
Luo Jiu calmed herself down for a moment and immediately used her magic to summon vines to join the battle.
As the three were locked in a fierce battle, a faint fragrance wafted from behind them, instantly knocking them unconscious.
"Ha, the Xiuyun Immortal Sect? When did it become so awful?"
Wherever the man went, the mist dispersed as if it had encountered something terrifying, and the craggy garden returned to tranquility.
A malicious smile crept across his lips as he touched the black bracelet on his wrist, and a cloud of black mist instantly appeared in the air.
The man touched the top of the black mist's head, as if he were petting his pet.
"They are now in your hands."
If Wen Zhaobai were still conscious at this moment, he would definitely recognize that the demon-eating beast he had been searching for so long was right in front of him.
The black mist floated above the two of them, and you slowly formed mouths in the air.
It opened its mouth and smiled, and demonic energy spread out, instantly flooding into the two people's dreams.
...
"Spruce, what are you daydreaming about? Your brother Wen is here to see you and is waiting for you in the front hall."
Luo Jiu snapped out of her daze and found herself sitting in front of a beautiful woman in a pink robe.
She pushed herself with her hands, calling out a name she didn't recognize.
"What's wrong? Didn't you get enough rest? You look so listless."
"Moon Lady, I'm fine. I was just lost in thought."
The words came out of his mouth naturally, which startled Luo Jiu.
"Then let's hurry over there. I don't want to see that bastard Wen Zhaobai again and he'll stare at me with those eyes, like I stole his wife."
"Yue Niang..."
Luo Jiu was ushered out, and under Yue Niang's smiling gaze, she walked step by step towards the backyard.
She stepped onto the soft cobblestone wall, a path both familiar and strange, as if she had walked this road many times before.
Luo Jiu pondered carefully what the woman in pink had just said to her.
"Spruce?"
Could this be time travel?!
There is a small pavilion built over the lake in the mansion. In the distance, the mountains are faintly visible, and in front of you is a calm river. Everywhere you look, there is a beautiful view.
Luo Jiu lifted the thin veil in front of her, and the white-robed man in the pavilion turned his head at the sound.
"Sister Shan".
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