This female ghost is obviously very beautiful

But only for a moment.

She had no intention of chasing after him, and she didn't even give her any more thoughtfulness, but began to concentrate on dealing with the prey in her hand.

Yuan Huan carried people safely up the stone steps, heaved a sigh of relief, and began to assign a group of guards waiting above to put Yuan Shuangqing into the carriage and take him away.

He glanced back at Qi Gaozong's mausoleum, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and was about to get on the carriage and leave.

Suddenly there was the sound of a gust of wind breaking through the air, Yuan Huan subconsciously ducked to the side, and suddenly found that it was a silver-white dart, which had completely disappeared into the mahogany on the carriage door.

Yuan Huan looked into the distance and saw more than [-] people riding horses running towards this side, bringing up the mud after the rain.

The person at the front he knew was Yuan Shuangqing's cheap master Zhang Zizhong.

Yuan Huan took a look at the people on his side. He was impulsive and smug. He didn't bring many troops and lost a lot underground. In comparison, his guards with less than 20 people The army looked a little chilled.

Yuan Huan raised his hand to summon someone and whispered something in his ear.

After the man left, he stood still and waited calmly for Zhang Zizhong to approach.

Zhang Zizhong pulled the rein and looked at him calmly: "Where is Yuan Shuangqing?"

He didn't ask why Yuan Huan was here, because since King Yongcheng ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor, this person has revealed his true colors.

He probably didn't have good intentions here, and he probably came here for Yuan Shuangqing, so he just asked him for someone.

Yuan Huan said with a smile: "Old Heavenly Master, don't come here unharmed."

Zhang Zizhong grabbed the horse's head and snorted coldly: "I'm not here to catch up with you. Where is Yuan Shuangqing? Hand her over."

"Why did the old heavenly master treat me so coldly? You watched the younger generation grow up."

Yuan Huan's expression was a bit innocent, he was used to this disguise, if he didn't know it, he would think he was a harmless and good person.

Zhang Zizhong looked at him condescendingly, and said mockingly: "I did hug you when you were young, but at that time I didn't know that when you grow up, you will piss off your mother and kill your brother. Otherwise, I would have killed you."

The corner of Yuan Huan's mouth twitched, his expression was a little embarrassed and annoyed, as if he had been poked into some obscure thought.

Since his face was torn apart, he didn't bother to pretend anymore, he stepped back and ordered the imperial guards: "Kill them."

The two sides began to fight.

Yuan Huan put his hands behind his back, thinking of Zhang Yiyou in the underground, a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Do you remember your son? He was still being chased by people in Princess Chonghua's tomb, he must be dead now, Aren't you going to see it?"

When Zhang Zizhong heard him mentioning that traitor, the expression on his face relaxed for a moment. He glanced at the emperor's mausoleum, but still chose to continue the fight.

Yuan Huan laughed and said, "Oh, it's a pity, he kept mentioning you in front of me, saying that he always wanted his father's love, but he didn't expect his father to choose someone else at the moment of life and death."

Zhang Zizhong slashed a man's sword vigorously, gritted his teeth and remained silent. Although he didn't care on the surface, his sword skills had already started to become messy.

At this time, a man came up to him on a horse, blocked the sword for him, and said, "Master, I'll come here."

Zhang Zizhong glanced at him, he had great trust in Chang Xian, and it was this person who came to inform him that Yuan Shuangqing was in danger.

Zhang Zizhong looked at the carriage protected by the imperial guards, his apprentice was inside if nothing happened.

After weighing the pros and cons, he finally decided to save Zhang Yiyou first. He gritted his teeth, grabbed the reins, clamped the horse's belly, and galloped straight to the depths of the mausoleum.

As soon as Zhang Zizhong left, Chang Xian worked harder and shouted loudly: "Save the young master!"

The people who came were all loyal supporters of the master, and their blood was immediately ignited when they heard this sentence. Some felt that the armor was in the way, so they took off directly and rushed to kill the imperial guards.

Yuan Shuangqing gradually woke up amidst the sound of fighting, and the clear call of young master almost made her jump up immediately. She lifted the curtain and looked out. Nor was it spared to join the fight.

Looking at the bright and clear sky, Yuan Shuangqing immediately felt a world away, but she didn't miss it. She always remembered that Changxi was still underground, and wondered if she was still fighting with Zhang Yiyou.

Yuan Shuangqing gritted her teeth, jumped down from the carriage, randomly picked up a sword beside a dead man, happened to be seen by a guard, and quickly reported it to Yuan Huan.

Yuan Huan turned and ran towards her, trying to intercept her.

"Young master!" Chang Xian was so brave that he went straight to Yuan Huan and stopped him: "Go!"

Yuan Shuangqing took a step back, took a deep look at him, and ran towards the mausoleum with his sword in hand.

The distance from the ground to the ground was not long, but it seemed to be a very long walk. She didn't want Chang Xi to have an accident. If she really wanted to part with one person, Zhang Yiyou didn't need to consider the choice.

When approaching the entrance of the tunnel, Yuan Shuangqing felt more and more uneasy. This kind of uneasiness was too inappropriate and weird, as if it indicated that something terrible would happen next.

????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Yuan Shuangqing bit her lower lip until there was bloodstains from the bite, and her nerves did not relax for a moment.

Then, she seemed to hear a painful muffled groan, which didn't come from Chang Xi, nor did it seem like Zhang Yiyou's voice.

Yuan Shuangqing ran in, and there was the sound of footsteps, and Zhang Yiyou's eager figure bumped into him, his face was full of fear, as if there was a very terrible flood beast inside.

Yuan Shuangqing didn't understand why, she hated him to the core, subconsciously raised her sword to meet him, and heard his panicked voice: "Go in quickly, go in quickly! It's too late! It's too late!"

Yuan Shuangqing was in a state of confusion, and didn't dare to think deeply about the meaning of his words. Seeing that he was holding a sword when he came, but now he was unarmed, and he did not die under Chang Xi's hands, a feeling of sadness arose in his heart.

He seemed to have lost his reason, and even slammed straight at the point of her sword. Yuan Shuangqing didn't hesitate for a moment, and the sword sank into his chest without hesitation.

He kept shouting: "It's too late, I'm going to die! I'm going to die!"

Yuan Shuangqing sent the sword inward for another three points, stirred it half a circle, then let go of his body and ran into the stone room, but was stunned on the spot.

She swore that she never dared to imagine that this picture would appear in front of her eyes.

Her Ah Bai pierced a sword into her master's belly, almost completely sinking in, leaving only the hilt of the sword still in her hand.

Zhang Zizhong saw his apprentice, his eyes flickered, and he seemed to want to speak, but when he opened his mouth, blood gushed out.

Chang Xi slowly pulled out the sword.

Pulling the sword rashly like this might cause Zhang Zizhong to lose blood and die. Yuan Shuangqing trembled at the thought of this, and shouted: "Stop! Stop!"

Chang Xi turned a deaf ear to her, did not look back at her, and without the slightest hesitation, directly pulled out the sword completely.

Zhang Zizhong fell softly to the ground, blood gushing out from the wound.

He kept staring at Yuan Shuangqing, with a thousand words in his eyes.

Yuan Shuangqing's whole chest was hurting, and her head was completely dazed. She quickly walked over to pull Changxi away, helped Zhang Zizhong up, and covered his wound with her hands, as if this would prevent the blood from continuing to flow: "Master , you hold on..."

Chang Xi didn't speak, the sword was pointed at her neck, and if he moved forward an inch, he could cut her throat.

Yuan Shuangqing looked up at her, Changxi's pupils seemed to be soaked in blood, without any emotion in them.It made her feel as if she had returned to Mount Huqi. This scene also happened when Chang Xi killed the female ghost that night.

"Abai..."

Only then did she feel that she was too naive, and the price for the release of her living soul turned out to be that Chang Xi lost her reason and completely turned into a demon.

Those crazy words of Zhang Yiyou are still in my ears.

"Look at it, you will soon know that I didn't lie to you, all ghosts should be damned."

Yuan Shuangqing stared at the blood flowing down from the tip of the sword, tears fell down her cheeks and fell on her hand, and then flowed together with Zhang Zizhong's blood.

The entire vision began to blur.

just watch...

Ghosts are damned...

damn...

Yuan Shuangqing trembled her eyelashes, closed her eyes, and without a trace of struggle, sent her neck to the sword.

The sharp blade pierces the skin...

Sadness is greater than death, probably so.

bang-

Lingbo Hall.

The most deserted hall in the entire imperial palace is covered with a layer of mystery.

It was rumored that slaves who offended Longyan would be sent over and executed in secret.In a corner of it, countless dead souls are buried.

There is no one to clean up the weeds here, and no one to clean up the dust. If it is not necessary to pass by, there will be no maids and eunuchs willing to pass by the gate of the palace.

But this place, the emperor often comes.

However, in the past few days, Emperor Qi Ai's army marched into Chang'an with the autumn wind sweeping away the fallen leaves. The emperor was too tired to deal with it and couldn't come in person, but sent people to send things in constantly.

Sometimes it's food or necessities, sometimes it's a living person or two.

Of course the living never went out again.

Today, the emperor still has no free time, so Yuan Huan received the imperial edict and went straight to Lingbo Hall after entering the palace.

"I heard you went on a hunger strike?"

On the attic, a figure in pink leaned against the railing, looking at the tall red brick walls in the distance, and the yellow tiles everywhere.

Hearing this, she didn't turn her head back, but only left behind a very shallow laugh.

Like mocking.

Yuan Huan sat on the chair by the railing: "Why bother? Look at your father, what has become? Don't you want to be like him? Niece, your blood is thicker than water, I can't bear it."

Yuan Shuangqing rested her chin, pondered for a moment, and said lightly, "I want to see Master."

"Your master is a guest at my house, everything is fine, you don't have to worry. As long as you listen to the emperor and study the future of ghosts, you will not only be able to meet old celestial master Zhang, but also be able to make a fortune."

Soaring to the top...

When Yuan Shuangqing heard this word, she was amused, but at the same time felt lost. Her eyelids moved, and her gaze was fixed on the tallest and most conspicuous pavilion in the palace.

That is the emperor's bedroom.

Her red lips parted slightly: "Is this why you forced the old lady to death?"

Mrs. Yuan, her eccentric grandmother, when Yuan Huan led the family of Yuan's family to move to Chang'an, she learned that the enemy who killed her son was sitting on the dragon chair in Chang'an, and she refused to go to Chang'an no matter what.

Later, she was forcibly mounted on a carriage, only to learn that her eldest son was working for King Yongcheng.She went on a hunger strike for three days, then found an opportunity on the road, and crashed headfirst on a rock in an unnamed mountain.

Yuan Huan hurried on the road, and was afraid that Mrs. Yuan's body would stink on the road, so the old lady's body was buried in Wuming Mountain before it was cold.