Fang Shan sincerely believed that Wei Sushen was the most arrogant mistress he had ever seen.
"You don't want to?" Wei Sushen looked at him with surprisingly kind eyes.
Fang Shan's expression was flawless: "Of course I do."
He responded sincerely. The Evil King had long since died, leaving only ashes. His promise was nothing more than a blank check.
Amidst expectant gazes, the window was tentatively pushed open again.
Fang Shan made a small hole in the screen and quietly observed the person outside. This time, the person entering was quite cautious, waiting a long time after the window was opened before preparing to climb in.
Fang Shan realized there was a loophole in the bet and turned back: "You can't choose the same option and call it a draw."
Wei Sushen said clearly: "I choose the right foot."
The moment Fang Shan turned around, the man had already come in, and coincidentally, his right foot landed on the ground.
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What the system finds hard to accept is not losing the bet, but being completely defeated given a 50% chance of success.
Doesn't this indirectly mean that his luck is worse than the host's?
Wei Sushen pointed to the Taiyang acupoint, meaning he relied on wisdom: "Men on the left, women on the right. The vast majority of disciples in the Palace of the Dead are women."
Fang Shan said expressionlessly: "You are quite humorous."
Wei Sushen suddenly stood up and nodded slightly.
Fang Shan immediately realized something and mouthed, "This?"
Wei Sushen nodded.
As they spoke, the Palace Master of the Undead Palace had already kicked the man to the ground. His attack was brutal, his patience gradually wearing thin. The powerful force sent the man tumbling to the ground, uncaring for the pain, and he turned and fled.
The Palace Master of the Undead Palace flicked his sleeves, and the wide-open window slammed shut instantly.
Now that the spy had appeared, Fang Shan had no need to hide. He stepped out from behind the screen and gazed thoughtfully at the person on the ground. He hadn't had much contact with her; his only memory was once seeing a patrol disciple address her as "Big Sister."
"Palace Master." The woman estimated the possibility of escape and chose to kneel down and admit her mistake if it was zero.
The Palace Master of the Undead Palace smiled faintly: "What bad things have you done to have to run away so fast?"
If the moonlight were brighter, you could see clearly that there was no smile in his eyes at all.
Fang Shan and Wei Sushen stood aside like outsiders, showing no intention of getting involved. Fang Shan even smiled. The Palace Master of the Undead Palace was such a shrewd person. The other party's subconscious escape alone was enough to explain a lot.
When other assassins saw the Palace Master, they were full of doubts and begged for mercy immediately. Only this one fled like crazy.
"I'm running away because I failed in my attempt to kill someone." The woman said timidly.
The moment the words fell, the whip hooked the woman's arm like a snake's tail, and with a slight tug, blood splattered instantly. Fang Shan used Wei Sushen to block the blood in time and clicked his tongue twice, "How brutal."
After all, he was a disciple of his own palace, so the Palace Master of the Undead Palace directly cut off his arm, even when nothing was concluded.
"Tell me when you've thought it through." The Palace Master of the Undead Palace said with a smile.
When people are in desperate situations and struggle to no avail, they can easily fall into another extreme: madness.
The worry in the woman's eyes disappeared, and instead she smiled and said, "I thought the plan was flawless, but it turns out everything was part of the Palace Master's plan."
It was obvious that she regarded everything that happened tonight as a pre-arranged plot.
The Palace Master of the Undead Palace was a master at quipping questions: "When did it happen?"
Behind the screen, the previously captured disciples of the Undead Palace were now holding their breath and no longer looking at Fang Shan with resentment. No one had expected such a sudden change to happen.
The reasons for betraying a fellow disciple were nothing more than fame and fortune. Seeing that the second optional task was about to be completed, Fang Shan lost interest in the interrogation process and moved his lips towards the Dead Soul Palace, indicating that he wanted to leave for a rest.
Perhaps because he had 'accidentally' uncovered a spy, the Palace Master of the Undead Palace showed some forbearance for once and granted him a garden to temporarily reside in.
The screen and walls were splattered with blood, so no one could live in this room any time soon.
Wei Sushen was not sleepy, so he stayed here for the time being to wait for the results.
Fang Shan walked around outside alone, his hands behind his back. A moment later, a disciple from the Palace of the Dead came running up from behind. He was one of the assassins just now and said, "The Palace Master asked me to lead the way for you."
This disciple didn't know whether to be thankful or resentful. If Fang Shan hadn't set up the trap, she wouldn't have been caught. Fortunately, someone had committed a bigger crime, and the Palace Master shouldn't pursue other trivial matters too much.
Fang Shan still had some memories of this person, and thought that he came to assassinate her because he found out that she was hanging out with people in the town behind her husband's back.
The disciples of the Palace of the Dead walked beside him, their faces showing a lot of embarrassment, after all, they had just been thinking about killing people to silence them.
Fang Shan didn't seem to take the matter to heart at all and asked, "If you're afraid your husband will find out, why are you still being so promiscuous?"
The disciple curled his lips and said from the perspective of analyzing human nature: "It's just a cheap trick."
Fang Shan: "Then why don't you just divorce your husband and remarry?"
"What nonsense are you talking about!" The Necromancer Palace disciple immediately exploded: "I was just playing around, and it was just a brief flirtation. How could I possibly divorce my husband?"
Fang Shan shook his head, he was indeed a masochist.
After the disciples of the Palace of the Dead sent him to his new residence, they left in a hurry.
The new house faces north and south, and the window and bed are opposite each other. You can look up and see the bright moon in the sky.
When Fang Shan was thinking about what kind of relationship should exist between husband and wife, he suddenly thought of the marriage certificate found in the evil god's coffin last time. The content on it was written gorgeously and affectionately.
Subconsciously, he took out the photos he had taken this time, looked at the smiling faces of himself and Wei Sushen on them, and murmured, "Collecting three of them will allow me to return to a certain point in time in the past. Now that I've completed one-third of it, shouldn't I give him a little sweet treat?"
In the end, I felt that I was a little crazy. Dwelling on the past is usually the beginning of tragedy. I suppressed my messy thoughts, put the photo under my pillow, turned over, became heartless, and soon fell into a deep sleep.
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When he opened his eyes again, the aroma of wine was intoxicating. Fang Shan licked his lips and decided to give this dream a score of nine.
He randomly grabbed a little demon and pointed to where the aroma of wine was coming from: "What place is that?"
The little demon looked at him with complicated eyes. How many years had he been in seclusion? Didn't he even know the basic things in the world?
After a lot of chatter, the summary was that the Evil King had broken through a bottleneck, his cultivation had greatly increased, and many important figures had come to celebrate. The little demon looked at Fang Shan cautiously, "The people going there today are all powerful king-level figures. You must not rush in without thinking."
Fang Shan's mind was full of wine. He nodded perfunctorily twice and walked towards the towering mountains in the distance with his long legs.
The further we walked, the colder the air became. Someone was flying in the sky on a monster beast. The monster beast pulling the cart was snow-white and looked extremely majestic.
Fang Shan was like an alien, relying entirely on his legs, yet he was incredibly fast.
The monsters flying in the sky seemed to have noticed this strange thing and slowed down their flying speed.
Fang Shan looked up and asked, "Is there any wine?"
A corner of the carriage curtain was lifted, and a wine jug fell from the sky.
After Fang Shan opened it, he felt relaxed all over. Although it was not as fragrant as the wine he had before, it was still pretty good.
After throwing down the wine jug, the carriage picked up speed again like a gust of wind and soon disappeared.
I was humming a little tune as I walked, and the pot of wine was soon empty.
Along the way, he could hear many little demons gathered together to discuss the Evil King, praising and criticizing him simultaneously. Fang Shan spared a second to ponder whether the Evil King was connected to the Evil God, but then decided that pondering such a question in a dream was too much of a letdown, so he continued to indulge in his drinking.
He staggered along the way, and when he reached the bottom of the mountain, he realized he had gone in the wrong direction. At least there were no stairs to be seen, let alone a mansion.
Fang Shan's purpose was very clear, which was to steal wine, so he simply climbed up the steep mountain wall. When he reached halfway up the mountain, he was unexpectedly blocked by a green figure.
The man had his back to Fang Shan, and his voice was as cold as the clothes he was wearing: "You are no longer invited. Leave immediately."
Fang Shan's face turned red from drinking, and he said with a forced argument: "I heard that everyone here today is a king-level figure. I am one too, so why can't I come?"
The man standing with his back to him seemed to find this somewhat amusing: "Only those who have the ability to move mountains and fill the sea can be called kings. Nowadays, there are very few kings in the world."
Fang Shan burped and angrily threw the wine pot. "I, the Monkey King, give me wine!"
Perhaps the noise was too loud, and the man was about to turn around.
At this moment, Fang Shan heard a strange chirping sound in his ear. Even though he covered his ears, the sound still penetrated. Under the influence of alcohol, he shouted: "Hey, take this stick from me, Old Sun!"
At the moment of the attack, the dazzling light made it impossible to open one's eyes. Fang Shan's eyes barely regained their spirit in the light, and when he looked around again, the man in green was nowhere to be found, but there was a Death God.
"Host, is that you?"
Wei Sushen had a slap mark on his face, and his expression was a little scary: "What do you think?"
Fang Shan avoided his gaze and got off the bed. She found a handkerchief to apply to his face and asked guiltily, "Why is your face injured?"
Wei Sushen's eyes were like a cold pool.
Fang Shan swallowed his saliva and asked with the last glimmer of hope: "Enemy attack?"
Wei Sushen had a blank expression on his face: "Natural enemy."
Fang Shan feigned sympathy with a gloomy face: "I had a nightmare, that's why I 'made a move'."
"This is the first time I've seen someone smacking their lips in a nightmare." Wei Sushen described it very aptly: "It's like eating too much or getting drunk."
Fang Shan was in the wrong first, so he silently poured another cup of tea and changed the subject: "How was the interrogation of the spy?"
Wei Sushen glanced at him, and after a long while he slowly said, "I found out a lot."
Fang Shan: "Is he still alive?"
"Life is worse than death."
The Lord of the Palace of the Dead seems to particularly hate betrayal, and his methods of torturing people are endless. Even cruel officials may not be as vicious as him.
Fang Shan suddenly thought of something: "Mission reward?"
Wei Sushen shook his head to indicate no.
"I really should have chosen a more exciting world." Despite saying this, Fang Shan didn't show any regrets. "I can leave after completing one more quest of my choice. It won't take up too much time."
Wei Sushen could sense that the system's mood had only just begun to calm down. He took a sip of tea and casually asked, "What did you dream about last night?"
Fang Shan secretly glanced at his expression, and both his gaze and the tone of his voice clearly showed that he was about to catch someone cheating.
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