Chapter 68
Cassel wiped his tears, didn't move, and didn't use any magic power. He just watched Nie Wuhen wave his hand and cut off the arrow that was approaching him.
Yan Wugui tilted his head to look at him: "Your Majesty."
"Killing him is useless," Nie Wuhen sheathed the Wuwang Sword and said calmly, "Catch him back and throw him into Purgatory."
Yan Wugui nodded: "Yes."
After that, a demon cultivator came over and wanted to capture Cassel, but how could Cassel surrender so easily?
The wings suddenly appeared, and the moment they flapped, he quickly rushed behind Nie Wuhen. His speed was so fast that the demon cultivators were instantly alert. They all drew their weapons and surrounded Cassel.
Nie Wuhen didn't expect Cassel to suddenly fly over. At that moment, he thought Cassel was coming to kill him, so he drew his sword and swung it at him.
Can't pull it out.
Nie Wuhen: “…”
"I won't hurt you," Cassel took a step back, looked at Nie Wuhen timidly, and said, "I won't kill anyone... Please don't let them tie me up, okay? I'll follow you..."
Yan Wugui was still wearing the black mask. He tilted his head and looked at the wings behind Cassel, narrowing his eyes slightly.
There were suddenly chains on his hands. When Cassel reacted, he saw that his hands were bound. He looked along the chain and saw Nie Wuhen holding the other end of the chain and said, "Let's go."
Cassel's eyes lit up and he followed immediately. Based on his understanding of Nie Wuhen, he knew that he must be suspicious. What he suspected was naturally the relationship between him and Nie Wuhen.
Yan Wugui put away his bow and arrow and followed Nie Wuhen. A group of demon cultivators disappeared into the darkness, following closely, as if to protect them.
Cassel had been walking for a whole day and his legs were sore, even his ankles began to hurt. He could not walk anymore, but Nie Wuhen was still walking so fast. He could not help it and pulled the chain to ask Nie Wuhen if he could walk slower.
Nie Wuhen ignored him. He continued to move forward, but he keenly discovered that the Wuwang sword hanging on his waist had become heavier.
Sizzle——
The belt broke with a clang, and the Wuwang sword fell down. Nie Wuhen was so angry that his forehead was throbbing. He didn't understand what was wrong with the sword. He clearly didn't want it to move, but it was being lazy!
Seeing this, Yan Wugui reached out to grab the Wuwang sword, but the Wuwang sword did not recognize him. The sword wave brushed past and cut his palm, and blood flowed down Yan Wugui's palm.
Yan Wugui withdrew his hand, wiped it nonchalantly, and said: "Your Excellency, this sword has a connection with this young man, why not let him take it"
Nie Wuhen naturally disagreed: "No one can take my sword—" He said, and went to get the sword, but couldn't lift it. Nie Wuhen's voice turned cold and he ordered, "Get up."
The Wuwang Sword seemed to shrink for a moment.
Seeing this, Cassel bent down, picked up the Wuwang Sword easily, handed it to Nie Wuhen carefully, and said, "I'll pick it up for you."
Nie Wuhen: “…”
Yan Wugui: “…”
The demon cultivators: "..."
Nie Wuhen pulled Cassel over by the collar, then turned and disappeared. Yan Wugui was startled for a moment, then ordered, "Go find someone."
Cassell was more confused than anyone else. He somehow ended up in a strange inn, with Nie Wuhen grabbing his collar and pressing him against the wall with such force that Cassel felt pain in his wings.
The Wuwang Sword fell to the ground, but this time Nie Wuhen picked it up easily and threw it casually on the table.
"Who are you"
Nie Wuhen looked down at Cassel, and there was no longer the kindness and helplessness that he had shown when he looked at him in the past. There was only an endless abyss, so dark that there was no bottom.
Obviously, Nie Wuhen did not find any information about Cassel in his mind.
"pain……"
Nie Wuhen: ""
Cassel grabbed his hand, tears falling down his face. He sobbed and said, "Can you please not talk to me like this... You are so mean..."
Nie Wuhen had never felt those tears could be so hot. They burned his hands so much that they trembled unconsciously. His heart felt empty for a moment, but Nie Wuhen couldn't figure out why.
His body's actions spoke louder than his thoughts. He reached out to wipe Cassel's tears, but halfway through, Nie Wuhen froze again. He swallowed the words "stop crying" in his throat. He frowned, obviously not understanding what was wrong with him.
Cassel cried even harder. He rushed over and hugged Nie Wuhen's waist, but the latter reacted and pressed him against the wall again by his collar. The chain tightened and Cassel couldn't even move.
"Who are you?"
"I'm sorry..." Cassel lowered his eyes, sniffed, and said, "I just... thought you looked like my wife, and I couldn't help it for a moment..."
Nie Wuhen frowned: "You are married"
"No," Cassel wanted to free his hands to wipe his tears, but his hands were tied and he couldn't take them out. He could only sniff again and whispered, "He said he wanted to marry me, but I'm afraid it won't work. I'm leaving..."
"I can't tell," Nie Wuhen let go, and with the power of his magic, he closed the door and sat on the stool. When his eyes fell on the scar on Cassel's palm, his eyes paused slightly, but he still said, "Since you have no intention of getting married, why did you agree to her in the first place?"
"I originally planned to take him with me," Cassel struggled with the chain, but found that he couldn't get rid of it, so he tried to touch the Wuwang Sword.
when--
The chain shattered into pieces in an instant.
Nie Wuhen: “!!!”
"But he's been captured," Cassel stood aside stiffly and whispered, "I can only exchange myself for him..."
"It's useless." Nie Wuhen sneered, "You're probably going to die like this."
"No," Cassel whispered back, "I've found a way... The worst way is to replace him, but maybe there will be a chance."
Nie Wuhen asked him again where to find someone. Cassel was silent for a moment and said to go to Wangchuan.
Lethe - the place of the dead.
Nie Wuhen: “…”
There was a knock on the door. It was Yan Wugui. He asked Nie Wuhen if he wanted to continue on his journey.
Nie Wuhen directly said to take a break. There was an instant silence outside.
Cassel was tired too. He looked around and walked towards the bed with great familiarity. As he walked, he pulled off his belt, quickly took off his coat and threw it aside.
Nie Wuhen was stunned behind him, then he tilted his head and ordered, "Put it on."
Cassel paused, looked back at him, a little aggrieved: "I don't want it..."
"Aren't you getting married? What's the point of taking off your clothes casually?"
“It’s not like you haven’t seen it.”
Nie Wuhen stood up almost immediately: "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Cassel felt even more aggrieved: "I should ask you this question. It's not like we haven't slept together before..."
Boom——
The door suddenly opened.
Before Cassel could react, he was sent out, with his coat draped over his shoulders, tightly wrapped around him.
The door closed again.
Nie Wuhen's cold voice came from inside: "Nonsense. I don't have any kind of person I want, why would you rush to interfere in other people's feelings?"
Cassel was stunned.
Behind him was the masked Yan Wugui. Yan Wugui showed no emotion and said in a flat voice: "Let's talk."
Of course Cassel didn't want to talk to Yan Wugui. He stood outside the door, looking at the person in front of him warily, and said boldly, "Don't come over. Although I can't beat you, I still have time to hold you back."
"Contain" Yan Wugui sneered, "I'm curious, how long can you contain him? Is your leg faster, or is my arrow faster?"
Cassel gritted his teeth and remained motionless.
After struggling for a moment, he wiped his face, looked back at the closed door, patted it subconsciously, and said, "Nie Wuhen! I'm leaving!"
No one paid any attention to him.
Yan Wugui took a step forward, his patience exhausted: "Let's go."
Cassel's knock on the door froze for a moment. He withdrew his hand silently and followed Yan Wugui. Yan Wugui was walking in front and Cassel was following behind, but as they walked, they found something wrong. The space changed and there was a cliff in front.
Cassel stopped stiffly and asked Yan Wugui where he was going.
Yan Wugui raised his chin: "It's obvious. Aren't you going to Wangchuan? I'll give you a ride."
Cassell took two steps back.
"Jump down by yourself, or should I push you down?" Yan Wugui glanced at him sideways, a flash of murderous intent in his eyes. All the demon cultivators, big and small, around him rushed out and surrounded Cassel.
No matter how slow Cassel was, he still reacted. Because of the Wuwang Sword, these evil cultivators want to kill him. There was no other reason. He, Cassel, came to help Nie Wuhen get rid of the evil spirit, and those evil cultivators were here to protect Nie Wuhen and prevent him from continuing to be possessed by the devil.
"Your Excellency is the one we demon cultivators have waited for for so long. He is the only one who can lead the demon cultivators back to Yundian." Yan Wugui took out a bow, and the arrow condensed from the black mist was placed on it, aiming at Cassel. "You are a variable. Everything that happens in this world has nothing to do with you, and it is not something you, a person from another world, can control. You might as well jump down and go to Wangchuan, and be free from it."
"Can we really reach the River of Oblivion directly if we jump down from here?" Cassel asked him in a low voice, "Don't shoot me, I'm just asking..."
"..." Yan Wugui's expression was confused for a moment. He obviously didn't understand why a person could be so calm when facing death. "Okay."
"Thank you." Cassel lowered his head and wiped the sweat from his palms. He stepped back step by step until he reached the edge of the cliff. He hesitated and asked again, "Can I ask one last question?"
“…”
Yan Wugui: “You ask.”
"Nie Wuhen...will you never remember me?"
"yes."
Cassel was completely relieved. He looked back at the cliff, took a deep breath, looked back again, and timidly looked at Yan Wugui: "Then don't let him think of me... Tell him that I'm going to find Barbatos..."
The flowers and plants at his feet bent slightly, blown by the wind, but Cassel didn't notice. He curled up his wings and jumped straight in.
Someone outside seemed to grab his sleeve, but failed to do so. The sound of tearing cloth was very crisp, but it could not be heard in such a windy place.
The vengeful ghosts laughed grimly, and one or two of them tried to come closer, but when they saw the pair of outstretched wings, they all screamed and left.
Cassel closed his eyes and didn't pay attention. He could only hear the increasingly miserable cries for mercy, and the things that had been scratching his cheeks like thorns disappeared completely.
With a stumble, Cassel fell directly to the ground, his mouth full of dirt. He pouted and rubbed his face sadly, but saw two more feet in front of him.
Cassel was startled and looked over subconsciously.
Meng Po was still weathered. She stood in front of Cassel, glared at him and said, "Why are you here again?"
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