The Kaiyang Sword in the Cold Abyss Pool was like ice, dull and colorless, and even she felt a chill and loneliness when she looked at it.
But now, the Kaiyang Sword is covered in light, just as Ye You said, it is like the sun.
But that light seemed to...
It's starting to get weaker.
"Long time no see, Jiang Yuan." Just as Jiang Yuan was thinking, a voice as lifeless as a dry well rang out.
Jiang Yuan stopped and looked up. She saw a black mist rising slowly from beneath the Kaiyang Sword like a vine, wrapping around the sword like a giant python, obscuring its light and dimming it.
It's like the intersection of night and day.
The black mist stopped only when they climbed to the hilt of the sword.
Although it was black mist, Jiang Yuan could feel as if a pair of eyes were watching her from above.
Cold, with a hint of condescension and disdain.
Jiang Yuan looked up and met his gaze.
This was her second time meeting the Ghost King.
The first time was when she was replenishing the spirit of the lamp. She saw what seemed to be a pair of eyes staring at her from within the black mist, and her back stiffened.
But when she saw him again, she was completely calm.
"Hand over the souls of the Ning family." Jiang Yuan snapped out of her daze, her gaze sharp and resolute.
"I was just looking forward to catching up with you, but I never expected that you would ask me to hand over the souls of the Ning family. You really are... just like before."
"Even though he's deep in the tiger's den, he's still thinking about others."
"To be honest, I should thank you. If you hadn't risked your life to save me, I would never have discovered that there are such interesting things in this world."
"Don't worry, I won't do anything to the Ning family. After all, my relationship with the Ning family... Heh, I just want to borrow the power of their ancestors."
"Of course, if you're willing to help me get out of this wretched place, I can let them go directly."
An aged voice rang out, as if reminiscing with Jiang Yuan, or perhaps doing business with him.
Jiang Yuan's power is comparable to that of the Ning family's ancestors. As long as Jiang Yuan agrees, he can immediately release Ning Chuxin and the others, and even guarantee that they will wake up safely.
Jiang Yuan frowned.
The Ghost King was a cloud of black mist, without a face, and her eyes could not see his entire life.
But judging from the tone of his voice, he seems to be...
Are you close to her?
However, in her memory, she first met the Ghost King when she sacrificed herself to mend the lamp's soul.
"Let you go? Impossible," Jiang Yuan said coldly.
"It's that familiar look again. As soon as I see that look, I'm reminded of the past."
"With someone as stubborn, ruthless, and heartless as you, it's no wonder I was attracted to you and fell in love with you in the first place."
The Ghost King continued, his voice aged, yet his words stirred up a thousand waves in Jiang Yuan's heart.
What do you mean, "back then"?
What do you mean by heartless and ruthless?
Unintentional?
Suddenly, a gentle voice, as soft as a spring breeze in March, rang in Jiang Yuan's ears.
"Since you like to say 'as you wish,' from now on... your name will be Jiang Yuan!"
"I bestow upon you the name Jiang Yuan!"
"Even if you are heartless, you should still have a name that a person should have, and you should live freely like everyone else. Ah, nothingness will only shackle you!"
The voice was familiar, very familiar.
Like...
Ning Yuan!
Jiang Yuan's heart skipped a beat.
How could Ning Yuan's voice be in her mind?
How could her name have been given to her by Ning Yuan?
No, that shouldn't be, how could she...
She has been the King of Hell since she can remember, and Jiang Yuan is her name.
This is what the judge said.
Why was her name given to her by someone else?
The Ghost King seemed to see that Jiang Yuan was confused and laughed, "It seems you've forgotten everything."
"For the sake of our acquaintance, and for the sake of the fact that I once had feelings for you, I will grant you a dream."
"I'm sending you a dream that's nothing but tragedy."
The Ghost King seemed to have discovered something interesting, and even his voice suddenly became more lively.
He thought Jiang Yuan remembered everything, but he never expected...
It seems the Little Yama King has forgotten what happened before!
He really is something, only realizing it now!
If it had been discovered earlier, perhaps...
Jiang Yuan's expression changed slightly. Just as she came to her senses, the Ghost King, which was coiled on the Kaiyang Sword, attacked her like a fierce snake.
Jiang Yuan frowned. Just as she raised her hand to block the Ghost King's attack, the Ghost King suddenly opened his mouth and exhaled a layer of black gas onto her face.
Caught off guard, just as Jiang Yuan was about to make her move, the black mist in front of her suddenly transformed into a human figure.
It was pitch black, so you couldn't see their faces clearly; you could only make out a vague outline.
While Jiang Yuan's attention was focused on the black mist he exhaled, he reached out and pulled Jiang Yuan into the black fog.
Jiang Yuan staggered forward, and as she stepped into the black mist, it felt as if she had entered an abyss, and a deep, cold chill swept over her.
It was cold, as cold as when she accidentally fell into the icy abyss as a child.
She was so cold that she shivered.
how so……
Although she was born of mortal flesh, she possessed superhuman strength, so normally she wouldn't feel cold even in the abyss...
"You are the protagonist of this dream, go." The dark figure in front of her gently pushed Jiang Yuan into it.
Jiang Yuan suddenly felt as if she had lost her balance and was falling.
A layer of black mist had somehow appeared around them.
Black mist rose up, blocking her way, and the surroundings were pitch black.
Watching Jiang Yuan disappear before his eyes, the Ghost King laughed out loud.
For Jiang Yuan, it was a tragic dream.
The same applies to Ning Yuan.
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