There was a reason why we couldn't meet at that time.
Ming Hong lowered his head and thought about what to say, then looked towards the distant horizon, where it was still dark, but he knew that the sun would rise from there soon.
"Because I wasn't the Ghost King back then, I had to borrow a route to the mortal realm. The Ghost King refused to lend me the way, so I fought with him and became the Ghost King myself."
"Hmm?" Linghu Lan involuntarily widened her eyes, never expecting that Ming Hong's journey to see her would be so tortuous.
Ming Hong smiled, not thinking that what he did was anything special; he just did it naturally because he wanted to.
"At that time, I was one of the eighteen ghost kings of the Avici Hell, not a true Great Ghost King. Only the Great Ghost King, who holds the Ghost King Seal, can freely travel to and from the mortal realm. My relationship with the Great Ghost King has never been very good, so I challenged him for the sake of convenience."
As Ming Hong spoke, a small seal appeared in his palm, its dark, shiny surface gleaming, its allure impossible to ignore even in the darkness.
That's the Demon King's Seal.
Linghu Lan reached out and touched it, only to find herself standing at the gates of hell, with the dark underworld suddenly appearing before her.
Ming Hong reached out and pulled her out.
Linghu Lan's vision blurred, and the familiar scenery of the mortal world returned to her.
The sun shone its first rays upon Ming Hong, who then darted into the spider lily between Linghu Lan's brows.
His voice echoed in Linghu Lan's mind. "Wait for me for a while, and I will be able to appear during the day."
"What's wrong?" Linghu Lan touched the spider lily on her forehead.
Ming Hong did not answer.
The sun shone on Linghu Lan's face, gilding it with a golden hue and giving her eyes a strange, luminous quality.
Linghu Lan suddenly realized. "You're injured?"
Ming Hong gave a muffled "hmm." The Great Ghost King was no ordinary person. He had never intended to challenge the Great Ghost King before and had not made sufficient preparations. It was only because he wanted to see Linghu Lan that he used all his power to challenge him, and it was inevitable that he would suffer casualties.
Linghu Lan's heart softened instantly. She stroked the black spider lily on her forehead and asked softly, "Are you badly injured?"
"It's alright, it will get better naturally over time."
"Take good care of yourself and get better. I'll wait for you."
Linghu Lan relaxed and walked towards the sunlight, letting the newborn rays fall on her face. It was a feeling of being reborn. By the time the sun had fully risen, her mood had returned to calm. The excitement she had felt for Mingxiu and Kuxi had completely dissipated.
She hailed a taxi and headed home.
Upon opening the door, the first thing I saw was the man crying and complaining that his wife had no face to show at night.
The man was curled up in the corner, fast asleep, unaware that she had even come in.
Linghu Lan was puzzled. Was he sleeping so soundly? Could he be dead?
She had just had this thought and was about to go over to check on him when she saw the man wake up with a look of terror on his face, muttering, "I'm awake, I'm awake, please don't scare me anymore."
Linghu Lan: "..."
She felt the spider lily between her brows twitch and asked, "Did you scare him?"
The swan remained silent.
After a long pause, seemingly unable to withstand Linghu Lan's probing questions, he slowly said, "Don't let him get close to you."
Linghu Lan: "Are you planning to drive away all the males around me?"
twenty three
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