Wen Li chased the big ghost for about ten minutes.
Putting everything else aside, although we don't know the exact level of this vengeful ghost's cultivation, it runs incredibly fast. Its heels seem to have propellers attached to them, and it's almost a blur as it runs.
Wen Li finally lost her temper and threw a talisman at the black ghost's back.
The talisman stuck tightly to his body, and the vengeful ghost cried out and was thrown three meters away.
Taking advantage of this moment, Wen Li quickly ran over: "Don't run, you can't outrun me."
The great demon was emanating a strong ghostly aura, and then it suddenly looked at Wen Li.
Wen Li's heart tightened, and she quickly unleashed hand seals and talismans.
To everyone's surprise, the male ghost was so imposing that he simply knelt down in the direction of Wen Li.
The hand seals could be withdrawn, but the talismans couldn't. The giant ghost was once again thrown ten meters away and slammed against the wall with a bang, crying out in pain.
Wen Li remained silent for a few seconds, realizing it was the first time she had encountered such a timid ghost.
Thinking this, Wen Li suddenly looked at the big ghost and realized that the ghost aura emanating from the big ghost was the most intense she had ever seen in her life. The only difference was that a ghost of this level would either harm the living or devour its own kind to increase its cultivation, but this ghost, in addition to the thick ghost aura, also faintly revealed purple aura.
Purple aura...
An aura that only emperors possessed for five thousand years.
Even this seemingly cowardly giant demon has it.
"What's your name?" Wen Li asked.
The big ghost was still howling, but stopped crying when it heard Wen Li's voice.
She glanced at Wen Li, not wanting to speak but feeling that she couldn't afford to offend Wen Li, and finally said, "My name is Xie Zhan, and I am... the owner of this tomb."
Wen Li's gaze swept over Xie Zhan.
Xie Zhan wore the black, narrow-sleeved robe with five-clawed golden dragons that he wore in life, with a crimson and white jade belt around his waist. His long black hair stood up high behind his head, but his clothes were covered with many sword and knife scars.
He clearly didn't have the appearance of someone who would die young, yet he died so early.
He survived for at least a thousand years in this tomb, eventually becoming a ghost king.
Furthermore, Xie Zhan doesn't seem to understand his own strength.
"Which dynasty did you rule as the last emperor of?" Wen Li asked bluntly.
Xie Zhan's face stiffened: "Can't you speak more politely? What... what... the fall of a country."
That's really hurtful.
Xie Zhan's expression was displeased, but after glancing at Wen Li's expression, he immediately wilted: "I am Xie Zhan, the third ruler of the Great Yong Dynasty."
After saying that, Xie Zhan thought that more than a thousand years had passed, so there must have been official records.
Xie Zhan shook his narrow sleeves and cleared his throat: "Fine, I won't hold it against you. You take those old men and leave now, or don't blame me for being impolite."
To his surprise, Wen Li stood motionless in front of him. After learning his identity, she showed no surprise but rather a hint of confusion.
"Hello!"
Wen Li regained her senses and glanced at Xie Zhan: "This dynasty did not exist in history."
Xie Zhan: ? ? ?
Wen Li: "There has never been a monarch with the surname Xie throughout history."
Xie Zhan: !!!
Wen Li: "Was it because you died too young that the historians didn't have time to record it?"
Xie Zhan, unable to contain himself any longer, his face contorted with rage: "How is this possible!"
Xie Zhan was the third emperor of the Dayong Dynasty. His grandfather reigned for sixty years. By the time his father took the throne, he was already an old man. However, the Xie family seemed to have a long lifespan. Although his father ascended the throne late, he also reigned for a long time.
However, his father was infatuated with women and was incompetent during his reign. His sons seized power for more than ten years, and many died or were injured. In the end, he became a puppet emperor at the age of seven and could not even read many words.
"Alas, what I truly wish to do is be a good emperor, to live a long and loving life with my beloved concubine, and ideally, to have her give birth to a crown prince in a few years, whom I will then appoint as the crown prince..."
Xie Zhan's tone suddenly changed, becoming desolate: "Before the Crown Prince was born, the rebels entered the city. My beloved concubine refused to live a life of dishonor and went to the Yellow Springs with me. Who knew that when I woke up, I was here. All these years, no ghost messenger has come to take me to be reincarnated."
"It's been over a thousand years! My beloved concubine has probably been reincarnated countless times already! Waaah!"
Xie Zhan became increasingly heartbroken and sat on the ground crying again.
Wen Li, unable to bear it any longer, said, "The Great Yong Dynasty you mentioned is of great research value to us. If you are willing to remove the illusion in the passageway and provide us with the burial objects in your tomb for our research, how about I let you be reincarnated?"
Xie Zhan suddenly looked up, as if remembering something, and then drew out his sobs, "How can I live without my beloved consort?"
Wenli:......
I really want to smash this dead love with a hammer!
Wen Li took a deep breath: "Give me your beloved concubine's birth date and time, and I'll try my best to bring you together in your next life, okay?"
Xie Zhan immediately got up from the ground and readily recited the birth date and time of the person he had been longing for for a thousand years.
Wen Li did some quick calculations, then suddenly paused.
Because the concubine Xie Zhan mentioned had a lifespan of ninety years in her previous life.
Wen Li withdrew her hand without making a sound. Xie Zhan looked at Wen Li expectantly and said excitedly, "Have you figured it out? It would be best to calculate an auspicious day for my reincarnation. In my previous life, my beloved concubine and I were together for only ten years before we both passed away. So it would be best if we could live longer in our next life."
Wen Li looked at Xie Zhan and remained silent.
Xie Zhan seemed somewhat afraid of Wen Li and said in a low voice, "I don't ask for much. I just want to be with my beloved concubine for a long time. I... I miss her very much."
As the sun rose and set over Mangbei Mountain, he watched as one plant after another withered and was reborn. He witnessed the changing times and the shifting of stars, but he was almost forgetting what his beloved concubine looked like.
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