Chapter 228 Friends
"Ghost, Ghost King..."
"I have nothing to do, so continue with your work."
The middle-aged man sat on the throne and wiped his face with a handkerchief. Old Eleven secretly glanced at Ye Xuefei, who was sitting on a small chair next to him with a bloody mouth expressionless.
At this time, Old Eleven already knew that the handsome middle-aged man in black was the famous crazy old ghost king in the ghost world. The old ghost king was in the Mahayana stage, and even though he was crazy, it was still easy for him to crush the two Jindan stage cultivators to death. So he only dared to try the color and didn't dare to do anything rash.
At this moment, what Old Eleven was hoping in his mind was that Ning Mingmei could find out the clues as soon as possible so that he could rescue the two of them - but Ye Xuefei's expression became colder and colder, which was really frightening.
...Anyone's lips will become colder and colder if they are painted and erased seven times in a row.
Lao Shiyi was really afraid that this girl would suddenly attack someone. The old ghost king was still staring at Ye Xuefei's lips, thinking: "This color now... looks too orange."
Old Eleven: "No, it's not the color. Her lips have been rubbed too many times and are now congested, so there is a color difference..."
Old Ghost King: "That makes sense, what should we do?"
The atmosphere in the hall grew colder and colder. Old Eleven looked at Ye Xuefei helplessly. Ye Xuefei said coldly: "Apply it on my face."
I didn't expect that you, Ye Xuefei, were such a good woman who knew how to act when your life was in danger. Old Eleven quickly painted the new color on Ye Xuefei's face. He pretended to ask the old Ghost King casually: "Your Highness, it seems that you really love your wife! How did you meet?"
Getting close to the kidnapper is a good way to get information and find a chance to escape. For example, at this moment, Lao Shiyi was sure that he had found a safe topic.
"When did we meet? That was probably a thousand years ago." The old ghost king rubbed his solar plexus with his fingers, "Unfortunately I didn't remember her then... We met again after she became a ghost cultivator."
The Eleventh Old Man said, "So you fell in love at second sight!"
The old ghost king said: "No. I liked her best friend's friend more at that time."
Old Eleven: "Oh, what kind of woman is that?"
As soon as Old Eleven opened his mouth, he stepped on a landmine. Ye Xuefei kicked him lightly - it was obvious that she knew more about the past history than Old Eleven. However, after hearing what the old ghost king said next, she frowned.
"She is white and clean, like a lily. But Si Mu doesn't like her, and is always jealous because Weng Xingyun is close to her. Later, when she was drunk, Si Mu told me about their story. She said that Weng Xingyun and Ye He knew each other earlier, and Weng Xingyun knew Ye He when she was a rookie. Ye He worked with her to modify her skills and traveled with her... She is like her friend and her teacher. She is also very low-key and never takes credit for herself. Si Mu was very angry because when Weng Xingyun had questions, he always preferred to ask Ye He instead of asking her first. But later Weng Xingyun explained to her that she reconciled with Weng Xingyun after Ye He became more powerful..."
Night Jasmine.
Unlike other disciples, Ye Xuefei, as Bai Ruoru's favorite disciple, and having a sister, Ye Yufei, who had been to Dongji Mountain, she knew a lot about that period of history. She knew Weng Xingyun, Yun Simu, and also knew Weng Xingyun's other deputy—the great Mahayana master named Yang Xiao.
But Ye Xuefei had never heard of the woman named "Yehe" mentioned by the old ghost king - neither from history books nor from hearsay.
Logically speaking, this person has a high level of cultivation, can be a good friend of Weng Xingyun when he was just starting out, and is also very beautiful, so it is impossible for him to be just a casual cultivator. No matter how low-key or mysterious she is, it is still possible to identify her.
"Why doesn't Yun Simu like Yehe?" Ye Xuefei listened quietly to the old ghost king's story and suddenly asked.
"She felt that she was hiding something, hiding her true intentions. No one knew which sect Ye He belonged to. Moreover, on Spark Island, only the people closest to Weng Xingyun knew of Ye He's existence." The old ghost king said, "And after the incident, Ye He suddenly disappeared, as if she had evaporated from the face of the earth. So Simu felt that she was not a good friend. Moreover, she suspected that Ye He was one of the people who betrayed Weng Xingyun."
Old Eleven didn't know Ye Xuefei's intention in asking this question. He just lowered his head and adjusted the color red, thinking that it was a good thing that Ye Xuefei had time to ask about irrelevant things, at least it could divert the old ghost king's attention. Ye Xuefei said, "I think Yun Simu is right. He who hides his true intentions is not a good person. Besides, outsiders don't know about Ye He's existence now."
But when one person betrays another, there always needs to be some benefit as the driving force to transcend morality. In life, most people seek nothing more than wealth or fame. Judging from the information given by the Old Ghost King, this woman named "Yehe" is not short of money, nor is she lacking in strength.
But even so, there is no trace of her in the records of later generations. This is really unusual.
For any capable cultivator, who wouldn’t want to leave his name in history and be remembered forever?
So, under such circumstances, why would Ye He betray Weng Xingyun?
"Really?" The old ghost king said, "Do you think Si Mu is right?"
"Yes." Ye Xuefei nodded.
The old ghost king turned and looked at her. At that moment, Old Eleven, who was making Ye Xuefei blush, felt a tingling sensation on his scalp. Just now along the way, he had witnessed the crazy nature of this mad ghost king. His legs were trembling, fearing that in a moment, the old ghost king would tear them to pieces with a snap of his fingers.
But the old ghost king's eyes didn't look like a cold scrutiny... Ye Xuefei's face was covered with lipstick at the moment, which should have looked a little funny. But when he looked at that funny face, his eyes were full of nostalgia. It was as if the person sitting here was not Ye Xuefei, and the person he was looking at was not Ye Xuefei, but the old friend from a thousand years ago, to whom he had always lacked many apologies and unwavering love.
"You are just like her." He suddenly said, "Stubborn, stubborn, fearless to the point of being stupid. Even when others would be terrified, you would stare at me blankly. How great! If you were born a thousand years ago... your personalities are so similar, you would be a friend who understands her, right? She was very lonely in the rest of her life... Weng Xingyun died, Yang Xiao escaped, and everyone else dispersed, and in the end, she just said, I never understood her."
He extended his hand to Ye Xuefei: "I really want you to be her friend!"
“Um, His Majesty the Ghost King…” Old Eleven plucked up his courage and used Lycoris radiata to separate the two of them. “We can be friends! I can also be Yun Simu’s friend. From now on, all of us can stay here. The two of us will plant flowers for Yun Simu every day!”
The old ghost king withdrew his hand, pondered for a moment, and seemed to think that this made sense. Just as Old Eleven was sweating profusely, he heard the cold voice of the Old Ghost King: "It seems someone is coming."
Almost in an instant, the hall shook. Hundreds of poisoned arrows were shot into the hall. As the old ghost king was blown away by the strong wind around him, one of them laughed and said, "I haven't seen you for a thousand years, but your reaction is still so quick!"
Also active at the same time as dozens of ghost generals were Lao Eleven and Ye Xuefei. They took the opportunity to leap back, only to find that the hall was surrounded. These ghost soldiers and generals obviously had no intention of letting them go. Old Eleven even exclaimed in his heart, because he saw nine familiar figures among those ghost generals.
Nine disciples of Qingji Sect, including Ye Yufei and Xiang Wuxing’s nephew!
"Little girl. Go to the back and take the small path to leave the Ghost King's Palace." The Mad King spoke clearly.
Old Eleven never expected that the Old Ghost King would actually let them go - he even opened a gap in the encirclement, giving them such an opportunity. But Ye Xuefei refused to leave. She said, "No. My sister is being controlled. She's among them!"
On the battlefield in the middle realm, Ye Xuefei's words were so inappropriate. The old ghost king looked at his former subordinates and the figure from the demon world behind them. Finally, he sighed and said, "Is that so? It seems that the three of us will die here today!"
"In that case, you will have to deal with your own people on your own!"
The eyes of Fengshihou in the crowd flashed. He didn't expect that the Old Ghost King had gotten in touch with the two disciples of Qingji Sect in such a short time, and the relationship between the three seemed to be quite good - even though the female disciple looked like her face was covered in blood. However, the good news is that these two Qingji Sect disciples are both in the Jindan stage, so it would be a good idea to capture them as well and use them as extras for the transformation. The lineup of nine transformed disciples can now be increased to eleven people, just enough to play Cuju.
So he ordered: "Wu Fang, those two disciples are in your hands. Control them!"
"yes!"
All of a sudden, all the ghost soldiers and generals rushed up. The hall was suddenly filled with the sound of killing. Ye Xuefei and Lao Shiyi wanted to approach the nine controlled disciples, but were forced all the way to the corridor next to them.
The controlled puppet did not know how to control the severity of his attack. During the fight, Old Eleven was knocked flying and lay on the ground groaning. Ye Xuefei held the sword tightly, her arm bleeding, as she watched Wu Fang holding the bone flute and walking towards them step by step.
The Ukrainian side unexpectedly stopped. He just said, "Go!"
"!"
"If you leave here, I will think that you ran away on your own. In short, these nine test subjects will not make much difference with or without you two." Wu Fang said.
Facing the young girl before him, the Ukrainian side felt that it had already made a concession. But the other party just raised his bleeding head and looked at him coldly.
"I'm going to kill you," she said.
Her eyes were blurred by blood. The clean little girl has turned into a bloody person. Wu Fang was stunned. He didn't expect that until this moment, she was still stubborn and refused to admit defeat.
Lin Xue's words appeared in his mind again. But Wu Fang finally picked up the bone flute: "If that's the case, then there's nothing we can do."
Ye Xuefei stubbornly stood in front of Lao Shiyi, sword in hand, ready to start her final battle. But just when Wu Fang played the first note, two things shot towards him from different directions at the same time!
One is a silver needle, used to lock his acupoints. The other was a poisoned dagger.
For a moment, everyone present, including the two who launched the sneak attack, was stunned.
Why is there another dagger here?
Gui Ruoxue looked at the corner where the dagger appeared. But the person who came had already disappeared in the corridor.
He walked quickly towards Yun Simu's bedroom, with a smile on his lips, but his eyes were cold and filled with disgust.
"This is so ignorant of current affairs. It's really disgusting."
He said softly.
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