I was suddenly startled.
There was a maid in front. She was wearing a tattered palace dress with the corners of her clothes stained with dirt and blood.
His face was as pale as a corpse, his eyes were empty and lifeless, he was floating in the air, without any legs.
Realizing that she had scared her, Yuan'er quickly covered her face and turned away.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to do that."
There was a deep scar on the woman's forehead, which seemed to be a mark left at the time of death.
Her movements were slow and stiff.
Ruan Mian was confused and wanted to ask the other party to make way, "Could you please...move aside for a moment?"
Yuan'er froze. "You want to leave? Yes, it's time for you to leave."
The girl didn't understand her strange words at all. It seemed that it was not a good time to escape.
Ruan Mian chose to return, not hearing the vague voice of the woman behind him, "You have forgotten everything..."
The moon is full on the fifteenth day of the lunar month.
As the lights came on, the faint candlelight in the imperial study shone through the window lattices onto the corridor, making people feel warm in the dark night.
The girl sneaked out like a cat, and happened to not encounter any ghosts to hinder her.
"There are still people inside. They might have been captured as well."
Ruan Mian pushed open the door.
The man sitting on the ostentatious dragon throne was about twenty-seven years old and was wearing a bright yellow robe with a golden dragon on it.
The young king lowered his head to handle government affairs, his slender fingers holding the brush.
The dark eyelashes drooped gently, softening the cold and hard edges of her facial features.
The man exuded an air of dignity that could not be ignored in his every move.
He looked up and saw the girl at the door, then asked her gently.
"Xian'er, do you want to go out and play again? I'll accompany you later. Be obedient."
This scene seemed to have happened countless times, and there was a sense of familiarity in my heart.
Ruan Mian couldn't help but murmur, "Brother..."
She was immersed in the soft gaze, feeling dazed and dizzy, and Xiaoyuan bit her wrist.
"hiss".
She blinked and saw that the house in front of her had been abandoned for many years and was filled with a strong smell of mold.
The silence and emptiness were eerie, especially in the darkness.
The girl stepped back and walked out.
The man in gray stood in the distance, and no one knew how long he had been watching. He still had his hood on. Because he was tall, he leaned over slightly to talk to her.
"Come with me."
Ruan Mian wanted to escape, but after seeing the other party's fighting strength, he knew that angering him would only lead to his death.
She walked anxiously behind him, passing by the strange and desolate ancient palaces under the moonlight. She clenched her fingertips, and fear was in her bright eyes.
Walk around the bends and down the high steps.
The man in gray was in front, not stopping.
The girl saw ghosts kneeling on both sides of the stone road, including men, women, young and old, all maintaining the same posture.
Crawling on the ground, the girl didn't understand what they were doing, some kind of ritual?
The thick fog obscured her vision. She walked slower and slower, her breathing gradually weakening. The ancient city was absorbing her vitality.
Ruan Mian opened his lips slightly and gasped, his heart aching.
The man in gray waved his sleeves without looking back.
Countless sky lanterns floated in the air, as if a galaxy was pouring down.
Each lamp carries the blessing of the subjects, and hanging above the head also dispels the darkness and illuminates the girl's way out.
The heavy feeling of oppression suddenly disappeared, and Ruan Mian reacted.
"You're going to let me go?"
"Um."
There was no threat in his voice, no hint of lying.
The girl walked through the crowd with her light blue skirt swaying.
"We respectfully bid farewell to Her Royal Highness the Princess. May you enjoy a long and prosperous future..."
The ghosts knelt and spoke in unison.
"I hope you will live a peaceful and prosperous life and enjoy glory..."
Ruan Mian was confused by this strange and grand scene. What did it mean?
Madoka explained quietly, "Ghosts' memories are chaotic. Furthermore, they've lived through hundreds of years. The only thing they can remember is their obsession before death. Perhaps at their last moment, they were thinking of Her Highness the Princess."
"So it was a misunderstanding."
The road was long, and Ruan Mian's steps were heavy again. He was short of breath and growing weaker and weaker.
A magical chanting sound came from the mouths of the subjects of Xianling, and suddenly a warm air rushed into the girl's back, supporting her to move forward.
The gate opened and the man stopped.
"Keep going and don't look back."
Ruan Mian hurriedly ran away. A barely audible sigh came from behind her. No ghosts attacked her, as if they were watching her leave.
The elite disciples of the seven major sects suffered heavy casualties and left one after another. Only Song Wenjing did not believe that she was dead and insisted on staying and waiting.
His wounds had not yet healed and his face was pale.
"Senior Brother Song."
The girl trotted over to him and supported him.
Looking back again, the open city gate was empty.
It even began to collapse, and the huge city turned into ashes in an instant.
The Ghost King's resentment has dissipated, his obsession has been resolved, the ghosts have dispersed, and the Ghost Town, which was once the Immortal Tomb Kingdom, no longer exists.
"Junior sister, why are you crying?"
Song Wenjing wiped away the girl's tears. Ruan Mian couldn't stop sobbing, "I... I don't know."
The huge sadness made her breathless.
I felt like there was a hole in my heart, the wind was blowing, and my whole body was cold.
"Brother Song, it hurts here."
The man panicked and flew his sword into the air, "Don't be afraid, I'll take you back."
Return to Tianluan Sect.
Ruan Mian suddenly fell seriously ill and fell into a coma, which is very rare among practitioners.
Zi Ling boiled some medicine and fed it to her, but it didn't work.
He hurried to find a master, who took his pulse and said, "Perhaps it's because he has been in contact with ghosts for too long, and the spiritual energy and ghost energy in his body are colliding, making it difficult to reconcile, so he can't bear it."
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