It's probably because His Majesty managed to make this potential biggest villain submit to him that it has always been afraid of him.
If we follow the logic of the Fallen Spirit...
Something does seem a bit off.
The parchment suddenly wrinkled, revealing a rough, uneven "囧" character, indicating that it realized the seriousness of the situation.
After all, Gu Mu is dead, so Hidden City is now ownerless.
A single hidden city is nothing special.
What's remarkable is that only the master behind the Hidden City could make it a myth.
Once the Hidden City becomes ownerless, it will probably just be a dusty city, or a slightly larger toy.
Once the status of the Hidden City declines...
As a subordinate of the Hidden City, the status of the parchment scroll inevitably declined as well.
The reason why Yangpiju was willing to follow Gu Mu before was simply because Yangpiju valued his reputation and couldn't be the biggest villain. So, he settled for second best and clung to the coattails of the biggest villain.
For the sake of saving face, it also didn't want His Majesty to die.
"Wait here for me, I'm going... to check on the situation," the parchment said to Shen Ling, whose eyes were red.
Then he disappeared from Shen Ling's sight.
Then, once the parchment scroll left the hidden city, it discovered that things had indeed become much more serious.
The ground was covered in blood.
There are also many corpses of soldiers from the Western Frontier.
However, these corpses were only half the number of the Western Frontier soldiers who besieged Gu Mu.
Given Gu Mu's habit of earning points for killing people, he generally wouldn't leave anyone alive if they wanted to kill him.
Even if these people try to run away, throwing a grenade at them will still give you a lot of points.
After all, Lu Xiaoyao can now make simple hand grenades, so Gu Mu no longer needs to exchange points for them.
However, there were no traces of grenades being used at the scene.
His Majesty was killed by these people before he even had a chance to use the grenade?
The parchment scroll's heart began to pound.
An unprecedented fear filled its heart.
His Majesty could actually die?
Is it possible that His Majesty could die?
On the one hand, the parchment scroll found it unbelievable; on the other hand, reality was right before its eyes.
It began to fly along the trail of blood...
In fact, it was so surprised that it forgot to tell Shen Ling...
Only one thought occupied its mind: How could His Majesty be dead? How could His Majesty be dead?
With this thought in mind, the parchment scroll unknowingly flew to the royal palace in the Western Frontier.
At this moment, the monarchs and ministers of the Western Frontier were drinking and making merry.
And right in the center of the banquet.
There was a box that was stained with blood.
Gu Mu's "corpse" was lying inside the box.
It was as if the monarchs ate their meals with even greater relish when they saw Gu Mu's "corpse."
Not only do they enjoy their meals more, but they also drink alcohol more freely.
"Come on, brother! Let's have a drink! With the Southern Emperor dead, a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders!"
"You've only lost a large part of it, but my heart has completely settled. It even cured my headache that I've had for years. I feel refreshed and like I'm ten years younger!"
"Come, come! I don't know why, but looking at the corpse of His Majesty of the Southern Kingdom in the very center makes me feel exceptionally at ease, and this fine wine tastes even better! Come on, let's drink!"
At the banquet, people waited and passed around the table.
The sound of the cups clinking together was exceptionally crisp.
Because the parchment was just a piece of paper, and the banquet was very chaotic, the parchment slipped in quietly without anyone noticing.
Hearing their conversation, the parchment scroll unconsciously shed two lines of bitter tears.
It quietly flew to the box where Gu Mu was lying.
Gu Mu's body was ice-cold, and there was no heartbeat.
There was no pulse.
His lips were bluish-green.
His body was covered in blood; there wasn't a single clean patch of skin or cloth.
The parchment scroll could no longer contain itself and began to weep silently. It leaned close to Gu Mu's ear and whispered its farewell: "Your Majesty, go in peace. After you leave, I will take good care of the Empress..."
The sorrow on the parchment scroll was at its peak, but it was caught at a crucial moment.
I can't cry anymore.
A deep sorrow, neither too intense nor too subdued.
And so, in that awkward moment, I was told to stop.
Because it heard Gu Mu's voice in its ear: "Are you tired of living?"
Your Majesty, your sudden resurrection is quite frightening.
The parchment scroll huddled up weakly at its four corners.
They attempted to protest.
It was suddenly a little confused, unsure whether it should cry or laugh in this situation.
You should cry, for His Majesty is not dead.
Logically, it should be happy.
But it really can't be happy.
Gu Mu used his internal energy to shut down his heartbeat, creating the appearance of being dead.
Waiting and waiting.
Logically speaking,
Shen Ling should have noticed something was wrong long ago and come looking for her.
This way, he can open a passage to another dimension sooner and stop having to listen to these people's revelry.
I don't know what they're celebrating for; they're probably just having a lonely time.
But we waited and waited.
Gu Mu did not see Shen Ling.
Instead, they received the parchment scroll.
The parchment scroll feigned tears, shed two drops near its ear, and then told it to go on its way, assuring it that it would take care of its wife.
How could he not rise from the dead?
Seeing the sheepskin scroll's instantly sour expression, Gu Mu could only say: I'm sorry—you'll do it again next time.
The parchment scroll was hidden at the bottom of the box, so the people at the banquet couldn't see it.
But Gu Mu was the center of attention.
Fortunately, the parchment was his little brother's little brother, and with the parchment close to him, he could communicate with it directly through his consciousness.
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