The scene was chaotic, and in the thick fog, one couldn't see where the strange ghosts came from.
The explosion of talismans mixed with the bloody smell of swords and knives piercing flesh, staining the ground red.
The ghosts were slain endlessly, and many of the disciples were killed silently.
In the blink of an eye, there were only a few people left from the seven major sects.
The eldest brother of Miaoyin Pavilion had his heart pierced by vines. He struggled with his last breath and shouted, "Run!"
The second elder of the Tianluan Sect killed many ghosts fiercely, but he was also seriously injured. The highly corrosive ghost energy entered his body and he was unable to take care of himself.
So he hardened his heart, abandoned the rest of his disciples and ran away.
Xiyue saw that the clean clothes were now torn and stained with blood, and the long hair was disheveled and scattered on her shoulders.
She took out the life-saving talisman given by her master, but before she could use it, the ghost claw attacked her, and the woman's arm was torn apart and she felt severe pain.
Song Wenjing knelt on one knee, covering his wound and breathing deeply. He couldn't retreat because Ruan Mian was right behind him.
With a low shout from him, he used his remaining spiritual power to bless the sword light, which suddenly surged and rushed straight towards the man in gray.
"Senior Brother Song, he seems to be dead..."
The girl saw that the other person was cut in half by Song Wenjing's last blow and fell to the ground unable to get up.
"Junior sister, please stand back. These ghosts are very cunning and we must not be careless."
After the gray-clothed man fell, the attacks of all the ghosts around him began to weaken and even slow down.
Xiyue seized the opportunity, tore the talisman apart where they couldn't see her, and escaped.
After a while, the black mist crawled out from the gray-clothed man's wound, wrapped around and patched it like fine and dense needle and thread, and began to heal.
Song Wenjing vomited a pool of blood and was obviously no longer able to fight him.
The chain dragged across the ground, and a man in gray came over dragging a sickle.
The sharp blade reflected the faces of Song Wenjing and Ruan Mian. Death was approaching and no one could save them.
The girl was shaking all over and stood in front of the crowd, trembling.
The several-foot-long sickle was raised high, cutting through iron like mud and could cut off her neck in an instant.
The girl's pupils contracted in extreme fear.
"Junior sister, don't!"
Song Wenjing pulled her hard, trying to make Ruan Mian retreat.
"Have you seen my sister?"
The man in gray would ask this question to everyone he met. The fear of death made the girl lie tremblingly.
“Look…I see.”
The whole place was silent, and all the ghosts stopped attacking.
He listened to her quietly, staring with his empty eyes, waiting for an answer.
Including the man in gray, he asked almost eagerly.
"Where is she? Where?!"
Ruan Mian had no idea who he was talking about. Fortunately, Xiao Yuan reminded her to take out the scroll from the storage bag.
She handed it over with both hands, having no choice but to take a gamble.
The girl tensed her fingertips and looked up as the other person took the scroll.
He moved very gently, as if afraid of breaking something. A muffled, choking sound came from his throat, and if I hadn't been able to see his face clearly, I would have suspected he was crying.
Song Wenjing made a magic gesture and tried to take her away, but they were surrounded by sharp-eyed ghosts.
You are not allowed to leave unless you tell us your whereabouts.
The man in gray carefully put the scroll away and picked up the sickle again.
"Where is she?"
Ruan Mian could feel the chill penetrating into his bones through the other person's hood. If he couldn't answer, he would die!
"I...she seems to be in Qingshi Town."
The girl hurriedly mentioned a place name, and the man in gray could see that she didn't know it at all.
Furious, he raised his scythe again, "You're lying!!"
Time slowly froze in the girl's wide-open eyes, and the picture suddenly turned dark.
Inside the red-walled palace.
A ten-year-old girl was swinging on the swing. She had a beautiful face and skin as white as snow, smooth and delicate.
There was still an unmelted candy in her mouth, the girl's nose was straight and her cherry lips were rosy and slightly pouty.
"Oh, so boring."
Her skirt was wide and flowing in the wind, made of silk and delicate fabrics, gorgeous and expensive.
The maid Yuan'er hurried over, bent over and panting, "The Crown Prince... His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has returned."
"Really?"
Seeing the woman nodded, the girl ran out with her skirt lifted up, so happy that she didn't even have time to put on her shoes.
The maid ran after him worriedly, "Run slower, don't fall!"
The girl held up her tender cheeks and lay on the city wall waiting.
In the distance, an army of tens of thousands of people was approaching slowly, their horses' hooves kicking up dust.
The man in the front was wearing a silver-white battle robe that rustled in the wind.
"Welcome His Royal Highness the Crown Prince back in triumph!"
The people cheered and opened the city gates to welcome them.
Jiang Li stood tall and straight with a resolute expression. The black warhorse he rode had its head held high and its chest puffed out, its muscles bulging.
The soldiers behind him marched in unison, wearing armor and holding sharp blades.
The crowd surged, cheers, gongs and drums, and salutes intertwined together, and the entire Xianling was immersed in the joy of victory.
Vehicles loaded with spoils and captives slowly drove up, filled with gold, silver, jewelry, silk, and so on.
The girl ran through the crowd and the people made way for her.
Jiang Li bent down, hugged the girl to his front, and placed her on the horse.
Frowning, "Why isn't Xian'er wearing shoes again? He's being disobedient."
It was clearly a reprimanding tone, but the man's eyes showed only concern.
He didn't mind the dirt and gently wiped his sister's ankles with the hem of his clothes. Her skin was too tender and the slightest touch would leave red marks.
So he was very gentle.
Chuxian is still young and still has some childishness, with a little baby fat on her cheeks.
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