Death in the Mist
Yuanli took a step forward, and the silver bell on her waist rang. With each ring, she gained a little more strength.
She walked forward with heavy steps. The thick fog did not dissipate, and Yuanli could not see the road ahead clearly, but her legs and feet had some direction of their own. The fog was raised by her walking, and her vision gradually became blurred, and she inhaled some of it into her nose.
The more fog he inhaled, the more dizzy his consciousness became, and the sound of the spiritual silver bell became smaller and smaller.
She suddenly stopped, bent down, opened the drawer and fumbled around. She felt a cold touch. It was a dagger. Yuanli held it tightly in her hand, put her hands behind her back and continued to move forward.
Yuanli tried desperately to control her hands, trying to turn her body around. A dazzling light appeared in the fog. Yuanli walked towards the light, and a figure ran towards her.
Wen Yici's voice was faintly heard in her ears, and the blurry figure walked towards her faster. Yuanli tried to resist desperately and tried to control her body but it was no avail. Warmth slid down the corners of her eyes, and the man's big hands held her shoulders, trying to wake her up.
As she swayed, the silver bells of the Lingbao continued to ring, and Yuanli's right fingers, which were holding the dagger, moved. The man held her tightly, and Yuanli used her last bit of consciousness to seize the moment when he suddenly let go of her and stabbed herself in the abdomen with the dagger.
Severe pain invaded her brain, and her legs went limp and she fell to the ground. The man held her tightly in his arms, and Wen Yici's cries in her ears became louder and louder.
Yuanli was delighted. She used all the strength she could muster in this stab. Fortunately, it was not Aci who was injured.
The pain woke her up, drops of water fell on her cheeks, and the fog in front of her eyes gradually dissipated. Wen Yici was kneeling in front of her, crying heart-wrenchingly for the imperial physician.
Realizing that the person just now was not Wen Yici, Yuanli felt more relieved. Looking up, she saw Xiao Yan'an's face flushed and his expression painful, with bean-sized tears gathering on the tip of his nose. His hands were frantically covering the wound on her abdomen, and she could feel the uneasiness trembling in his eyes.
Yuanli leaned against Xiao Yan'an's chest, clutching his clothes tightly and said weakly, "Release Wujiu... and return to his hometown. If you want to rebel, I can't do anything about it. I beg you... to protect the lives and freedom of all my subjects."
"Okay, okay, I'll do whatever you say. I don't want Liangzhu anymore. Please don't abandon me. I'll be fine. The imperial physician will..."
She fainted completely, and when she heard Xiao Yan'an's agreement, the hands that were tightly holding her clothes lost their strength.
Yuanli only felt her body floating lightly in the air, and the immortal energy and divine power surged into her body, making her feel warm. The sound of flapping wings came to her ears one after another, and a warm embrace caught her steadily.
I think she is dead, but she can't open her eyes or speak, but she feels inexplicably safe and familiar lying in his arms.
A strong sense of drowsiness came over her, and Yuanli fell into a deep sleep.
Her death was unacceptable to both men. They picked up the sword beside them and stabbed each other. Wen Yici was blood-thirsty, and his overwhelming moves made Xiao Yan'an retreat step by step.
He was quickly wounded, and a small piece of flesh was cut off from each of Xiao Yan'an's legs, making it difficult for him to walk. Wen Yici knew when to stop and had no intention of fighting anymore. He held her body tightly in his arms and walked out of the hall.
As soon as he came out, countless guards surrounded Luanming Palace, but Wen Yici's reputation was well-known, so the guards did not dare to move forward rashly and retreated as he moved forward.
At this moment, Lin Jian led the Black Armor Guards, holding Wu Jiu's hand tightly, and protected him behind him with his fingers clasped together. In the chaotic world, he declared his passionate love to the world.
Wen Yici issued an order: "If I die today, do not hesitate to bring the princess's body back and bury it with me in my tomb."
"Let's go together!"
"I can't leave now. Now that she's dead, there's no point in me living alone in this world. Win or lose, I accept it."
Retreating to the front of the main hall, Xiao Yan'an endured the pain and sat on the dragon chariot to stop Wen Yici and his group.
"She is my empress!"
"She and I, the king, worshiped heaven and earth and drank the wedding wine together. We were married with a formal ceremony, with a wedding dress ten miles long and a wedding ceremony. We offered sacrifices and prayers to heaven, earth, and ancestors. She has nothing to do with you, the empress. You can't cancel it with a letter of divorce. You're dreaming."
At Xiao Yan'an's command, the Imperial Guards surrounded Wen Yici and his group, but ultimately did not issue an order to kill them all.
"I promised her that I would protect the lives of her subjects and restore their freedom, but if you insist on taking the Queen, I will have no choice but to kill you. I will spend the rest of my life kneeling before her tablet and apologizing to her."
The two sides were in a stalemate. Yu Sheng controlled the imperial guards to kill each other. The swords were merciless. The controlled soldiers went crazy and cut open the backs of their compatriots alive. The blood dyed the bluestone bricks outside the hall red.
Yu Sheng opened his hands, his fingers extending countless fine lines to control the soldiers. They seemed to have lost their factions, all focused on saving their lives. Even as the uncontrolled ones went on a rampage, Lin Jian struggled to cope, his body constantly covered in blood, but the hand that held him tightly never loosened.
"Keeping me here will only make me a burden to you. Let me go, Ajian. Just seeing you once more in this life is enough."
"Erlang will never be a burden in my life. I have been fighting all my life, protecting my country, my master and the world. It is too tiring. In the future, I will only protect you. Take me back to Jiangnan, and I will make red bean cakes for you. Unfortunately, I am an orphan and cannot write you into my biological family tree. In the future, my family tree will start with you."
Lin Jian was so tired that he was out of breath and was gasping for breath while speaking, but he was still laughing wildly. Wu Jiu held his hand tightly in response.
His general is always so high-spirited. Even though the years have left faint traces on his face, in his eyes, he is still the brother who walks towards him by the lotus bank with a red bean cake in his hand, smiling so freely and boldly.
Lin Jian turned around and smiled at him. Suddenly, a mad soldier behind him came towards Wu Jiu with a big knife. Lin Jian pulled him into his arms to protect him, and held the sword in his hand against the soldier's big knife.
He felt a sharp pain from behind, and the guards beside him immediately got rid of the soldiers in front of him. Then he knelt on the ground. Wujiu was pressed down by his tall body and knelt down, curled up in his arms for support.
"elder brother!"
"Don't be afraid, Erlang. I'm thick-skinned and won't die. I still have to go back to Jiangnan with you to write the family tree. Just stay in my arms. I'll have your support."
Lin Jian forced a smile as he tried to comfort the man in his arms, unaware that the flesh on his back was bleeding profusely, his spine faintly visible. Lin Jian used his broad chest to hold him tightly in his arms, wrapping his arms around him, trying to cover his body so that the knife would fall only on himself.
He can't go to Jiangnan anymore.
Yu Sheng saw the faint green light, shook off the corpse blocking his way, and said excitedly, "It's done, it's done."
As the thin line of Yu Sheng's fingers thickened, more than ten strong control soldiers rushed towards Lin Jian, frantically tearing the flesh on his back. Lin Jian arched his body to hold up a protective barrier for Wu Jiu, and covered Wu Jiu's face with the torn red cloak.
Sensing danger, Wu Jiu struggled and shouted, "You will die, brother! Go!"
"Erlang, don't move. If you push me, it will hurt more."
Wujiu didn't dare to move. Wen Yici and his group rushed over and dealt with the control soldiers as quickly as possible. Lin Jian's lips had turned white and his consciousness gradually became blurred. He felt relieved when he felt the force tearing into the flesh on his back disappeared.
"Erlang, hide in my arms... Let's... pretend to be dead."
Lin Jian fell down in a daze, and deliberately fell on the corpse next to him to provide him with breathing space.
Wen Yici was stunned when he saw the green light in Lin Jian's spine. Yu Sheng got angry and pushed everyone away, rushing over. He inserted his hand into his spine and tore it apart with brute force, then took out the jade hairpin.
Tianshu, who was hiding in the dark, intervened when he saw this. He took advantage of the situation and teleported behind him to snatch back the jade hairpin. Yu Sheng cast a spell to summon thick fog. The resentment of the dead bodies in the war was even heavier. Yu Sheng inhaled a lot of it, and the fog was even thicker than last night.
Wrapped in smoke, Tianshu used his divine power to wrap himself in it in advance, thus avoiding being deceived by the fog, but the mortal Wen Yici was not so lucky.
He came to a dark open space and sat on a wooden chair. The rapid sound of drums, gongs and cymbals rang out, and a shadow puppet stage suddenly appeared in front of him.
The shadow puppet stage seemed to be able to see through his heart. The shadow puppets recreated a great battle, and she died on the stone formation again, and he almost kept her.
Guilt, fear, and self-blame mixed together and entangled in my heart. Her voice in my ear cried out in resentment: "You killed me. It's all your fault. Why should I die? Give me back the life you owe me!"
"Coward, all of this is your fault. If you had been more resolute, I wouldn't be cursed by the world. Go to hell, come and stay with me, and repay my life."
A light appeared in the distance in the darkness. Tianshu walked on the path where the stars were shining, dispelling the fog. Seeing the shadow play, Tianshu picked him up and said, "She is dead and can no longer speak. All this is fake."
Tianshu waved the flowing light fan to blow away the fog. Although the fog on the shadow play stage suddenly moved back and dissipated, the night was torn apart, and the scene of corpses lying all over the ground outside the hall returned to his eyes again.
"As expected of the Celestial God Tianshu, even if I recreate the fear hidden deep within your heart, you remain undeterred and are able to rescue this mortal."
"Do you know me?"
"Taohualang's beauty is rare in the six realms. If I hadn't recognized you, how could I have trapped the three of you in the fog last night?"
Tianshu opened the Flowing Light Fan and waved it towards him, repeating his previous moves and pulling him into the mist. Yu Sheng, trapped in the wooden chair, said in horror, "Impossible! You can't learn it just by watching it once. Impossible!"
The stage rises, and the shadow puppets recreate the past. Tianshu watches with great interest as he searches for the source, while those scenes hammer at Yu Sheng's psychological defenses.
It can be inferred from the shadow puppet that Yu Sheng was originally just a shadow puppet made by Huo Luo, the owner of the demon world opera troupe. Huo Luo gave him an extremely beautiful face, and every detail was carved over a hundred years.
Huo Luo's shadow puppetry is a hit in the Demon City, selling countless puppets, but she's never sold one to Yu Sheng, who has been with her for a thousand years. Huo Luo's mood is growing increasingly depressed. The troupe is invited to perform at the home of a great demon from the Demon Realm. Upon her return, she's filled with rage and infuses Yu Sheng with a strand of soul silk, nourishing him and bringing him to life.
She called him Yu Sheng. After that, Huo Luo closed the shadow puppet troupe and went into seclusion. In that quiet place, she treated him very well. In order to save his life, she even developed a unique set of magic for him.
Eight hundred years later, the great demon from the demon world came again to invite Huo Luo to come out of the mountain to perform shadow puppetry, and Huo Luo agreed.
On the day of the birthday banquet of the son of the great demon, all the demons who came to the banquet went crazy.
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