Xianjun has a disaster

Rampant God and Yan Ke disappeared together, and the evil wind stopped in the city lord's mansion, and there was a dead silence.

"Ji, Ji Xianguan——"

Lu Ren looked at Ji Xueting in panic, and was about to ask what to do next, but when his eyes met Ji Xueting's now, his tongue froze.

In fact, Ji Xueting didn't show any unnecessary emotions at this time.

Facing the already empty corridor, his expression was very pale, as if he had no emotion.It's just that once the "human" emotion fades away, the coldness and indifference that is different from ordinary people will be faintly revealed on his body. It's just the tip of the iceberg, but it's condensed enough, even just looking at him , will feel that somewhere in his soul has been frozen.

Rampant God disappeared hastily and completely, Ji Xueting walked forward with a blank expression, he half knelt down, and put his hand on the spot where it disappeared suddenly.After a while like this, he didn't find any clues.

It seems that the whereabouts of the man and the demon can no longer be traced, but...

The abnormal coldness on Ji Xueting's body suddenly faded away.

He frowned slightly, stood up, and gently pressed his chest: the rampant spirit was gone, and there was no trace, but Ji Xueting could clearly feel that something left in his body was constantly lightening It trembled slightly, as if it was telling him something.

"follow me!"

Ji Xueting didn't explain, but simply gave Han Ying instructions, and then jumped onto the courtyard wall, as if he already knew where Rampant God was going, and chased him to a place outside the city lord's mansion.

Without the slightest hesitation, Han Ying naturally raised her body and followed Ji Xueting closely.The two had often traveled together in the world more than 20 years ago, and now they are acting together again, and the tacit understanding between the two is still the same. Between the height and height, the two have walked together and landed on the streets outside the city lord's mansion for several times. The distance of ten feet.

It's just that after walking together for a while, Han Ying's expression became more and more strange, and his face became more and more ugly.

Not right.

he thinks.

It was so quiet in the city.

At this time, the sky was already bright, and everyone in Yingcheng should have gotten up and moved around.But at this moment, he and Ji Xueting ran quickly through the streets and alleys of Yingcheng, but they didn't see a single figure, let alone heard any unnecessary sounds.

There is no sound of hawking in the morning market, no snoring of idlers in the courtyard, no sound of mothers-in-law waiting for breakfast, no shouting of children, no crowing of chickens and barking of dogs...

There was only deathly silence in the whole city.

"Did you discover it?"

Ji Xueting suddenly stopped on a cobblestone street, looked back at Han Ying and said softly.

At this moment, Han Ying also stopped in her tracks. Hearing Ji Xueting's question, she didn't respond immediately. Instead, she took a few steps forward and pushed open the gate of a small courtyard close to her.As soon as his hand touched the door leaf, the wooden door seemed to have been decayed for a long time. It creaked and fell inward, with a "bang", a cloud of gray smoke was stirred up.

Looking at the courtyard again, there was no life at all, all the furniture and objects were overturned on the ground, and among the grass half a person's height, there were only two crude Qingzhou puppets lying on the ground motionless.

"……There is no one here."

Han Ying murmured.

Immediately after crossing Ji Xueting, they pushed aside several other courtyards, but the situation inside was similar to the first one, with weeds all over the ground and ruined walls.Han Ying's previous probing actions were cautious, but he couldn't help but become rough later on. He used the scabbard to continue probing among the weeds and ruins. Crack, click, dirt dust began to fall down.The sun came out, and the shining white light fell on people, but it only made people feel chills intermittently.

The unmanned Qingzhou puppet in the courtyard remained motionless, with a happy and warm smile on the wooden carving's face, as if staring straight at Han Ying.

"There's no one here either."

Han Ying staggered out of the yard, looked up at Ji Xueting and said.

"But for such a short moment... the rampant god is so powerful that he devoured all the people in the city...?"

he opened his mouth.

However, just as he was speaking, a needle-like pain suddenly exploded in his mind.

【"City Master Han, why are you here?"】

【"City Master Han has worked hard. If it weren't for you, we wouldn't be able to live a good life today."】

【"City Lord Han..."】

【"My lord..."】

……

Han Ying staggered and almost fell.

In a trance, I heard the friendly greetings of the people coming from the empty courtyard behind me.

He shivered and turned his head suddenly, then slowly opened his eyes wide.

why?

Why are these yards, these houses, so dilapidated?

It seems that it has been abandoned for several years?

Why, he didn't realize this until now?

...Why, Ji Xueting never responded to his question from the beginning to the end?

Han Ying froze in place.

"Let's find Zhichun first."

Ji Xueting's gaze coldly swept over the unmanned puppets in the courtyard, frost gradually formed at the corners of his eyes and brows.

He stretched out his hand to support Han Ying, and dragged Han Ying to continue walking forward.

It's just that he didn't take two steps, and suddenly there was a clapper sound that is unique to the opening of a puppet show.

Ji Xueting raised his sword and turned around abruptly, only to find that the direction of the voice was an unattended dilapidated theater on the side of the road.Ji Xueting looked around, and immediately found that he and Han Ying had somehow turned from the alley of the residential area to the street they passed by last night.

Last night, on both sides of this street were countless beautiful theaters...

At this moment, the stage was no longer as glamorous as last night.The color on the wooden shed was almost gone, and the surface of the stage was crooked, with caves and holes everywhere.However, on such a stage, there were already a few dilapidated puppets with mottled skin and loose joints.One of the puppets seemed to notice Ji Xueting's gaze, and became more and more energetic.

"As the saying goes, Huangliang is a dream in Nanke, but Zhuang Zhou's butterfly is unknown; everything in the world is a dream, who knows that the prosperity is prosperity and decay."

The puppet sang faintly, pulling its throat.

Following Ji Xueting's wishes, Ling Cangjian approached the tip of the puppet's nose, but the wood and stone puppet seemed to have not noticed it, and continued dancing and performing.

"It's said that during the Kangping period, a world-famous swordsman suddenly came to that remote Qingzhou, and he was given the title 'Buping Sword'..."

Hearing the puppet's libretto, Ji Xueting frowned slightly, and was about to cut off a black rope on the puppet's back to make it quiet, when a hand suddenly stretched out from the side and pinched Ji Xueting's wrist tightly.

"Brother Ji, I think... I want to listen..."

Han Ying's face was almost dead, with blue veins popping out on his forehead, twitching, cold sweat trickling down his temples to his chin, one could tell at a glance that he was suffering great pain.

He stared straight at the stage and murmured.

Ji Xueting remained silent, but Ling Cangjian had already slowly flew back to his side, swimming around him and Han Ying like a fish.

In the play, a great swordsman came to Qingzhou and built Yingcheng to protect the people.The upright and unruly city lord put down the sword in his hand, but he was still so dedicated to serving the people, opening up mountains and fields, and killing demons and demons.

Gradually, the people's life became easier. During the holidays, under the always desolate Mount Ying, there were laughter and harmony.

It's a pity that the good times didn't last long. I don't know when, a strange disease suddenly became popular in Yingcheng and the like.

At the beginning, the sick people are just short-tempered and unable to control their emotions. After a while, as they cry and abuse, they will gradually grow mushrooms like antlers.

The fungus will soon grow more and more, and finally, with the growth of antlers, the patient as the host will soon turn into the base of the fungus, and be sucked into a shriveled human body like a dry bone.

The most frightening thing is that even at this moment, they still won't die.

They don't eat or drink, they move swiftly and ghostly, wandering around every corner of the city like demons, and the staghorn mushrooms that grow densely on their backs produce a large number of spores, which disperse as they move.Only after the antler mushrooms on their backs completely withered, these people would die in extreme pain and despair.At the time of death, even the bones were covered with dense vesicles that hadn't had time to pop out.

In order to deal with the epidemic, Keqing, a member of the city lord's mansion, worked hard and searched ancient books, only to find out that this disease is called staghorn plague.

It is said that the reason why Qingzhou became what it is today is precisely because thousands of years ago, this terrible disease broke out here. There is almost no cure for this disease, and it is extremely contagious. Tens of millions of people in the eight wastelands will face catastrophe.

After Han Ying found out about the disease, she wrote a letter directly to beg the current emperor for help. However, the former best friend of the Ninth Five-Year Lord made the first decision after learning about the matter, to completely seal off the border and not allow anyone to go to Qingzhou .And if anyone wants to come out of Qingzhou, it is...

Kill without mercy.

The people of Qingzhou, who had barely maintained their last bit of calm because of Han Ying's guarantee, soon discovered that Qingzhou was completely trapped.

Their only end is to be trapped here waiting to die.Then, everyone rioted.

In the early stage of the disease, the patients with staghorn plague would have become extremely irritable and irritable, and when they were intimidated by others under panic, they gradually led to a particularly terrifying riot.

This group of patients who knew their own incurable disease decided to break out of the encirclement by virtue of the ghostly figure bestowed upon them by the staghorn fungus.

【"Since the old emperor only wants us to die, then we will change his thousands of people to be like me, hahahaha, when everyone in the world gets sick like me, he will know about us Pain!"]

【"Buried with us, hahahaha, let everyone be buried with us!"】

The puppets on the stage jumped up and down, clumsily imitating the venomous words of the people of Qingzhou in the past, which made Ji Xueting, a ruthless cultivator of Dao, feel a chill involuntarily.

……

"Well……"

Han Ying in front of the stage let out a cry of pain, held on to the scabbard at hand, and almost knelt down.

"Yanyan—"

Ji Xueting frowned, helped Han Ying up, and directly broke the joints and control lines of the puppets on the stage.

With a "bang", the puppet fell to the ground and did not move.

But then, the faint singing voice suddenly sounded not far away.

Ji Xueting turned his head, his expression darkened.

On both sides of the originally dead and silent street, those desolate tomb-like theaters gradually lit up.

Countless puppets stepped forward together, making hoarse and eerie sounds from their mouths.

Yes, they are all singing operas, and they are all singing the same drama - the one about the injustice sword Han Ying.

Now, even if Ji Xueting wanted to make Han Ying escape, there was no other way.

Then I heard the tune of needles being pricked in my ears is still going on...

Han Ying, who is wise and holy and dedicated to serving the people, can no longer dissuade the people of Qingzhou who she took so hard to protect.

Seeing that the riot was about to start, he used the last bit of his strength to secretly send his younger brother, as well as some old, young, women and children who had not been infected with the disease under his protection in the city lord's mansion, out of the secret passage.

And then……

Then, send away the crying brother who was so painful that he almost passed out.

Han Ying returned to Yingcheng, and on a whim, completely sealed off the whole city.

Then, he pried open the foundation of Yingcheng, and took out his long-lost old friend Buping Sword.

The spiritual long sword buzzed in his hand, Han Ying held it and sat on the city foundation for a whole night.

"Next, I will wrong you."

He stroked his sword and wept bitterly, then held the sword forward and walked along the street...

……

"puff--"

The puppets playing Qingzhou people on the stage fell to the ground one after another, their old heads and limbs slipped from the already damaged mechanism, and rolled to the ground.

All of a sudden, there was no more out-of-tune grotesque singing, no more ghostly puppet shows.

There were only broken puppets covering the stage, and Han Ying who spit out a mouthful of blood in front of the stage.

"I remember."

Han Ying pushed away Ji Xueting who was trying to support him, raised his head, looked at the latter and said in a daze.

"They... all died."

"It wasn't the rampant god that devoured them, it was me, I killed them all."

The bloody memory suddenly burst in the depths of Han Ying's body, and thick, dark and unclean pus and black blood flowed out.

But in just a short moment, the past that he had forgotten returned to his body like a monster.

Han Ying lowered his head and looked at his hands. In his field of vision, his hands were already covered with blood.

How... how could he forget?

Han Ying kept asking herself in her heart.

At the beginning of the attack, he kept forcing himself to open his eyes and look straight at the people under his sword. He forced himself to look at the twisted and frightened faces of those people, and forced himself to remember their appearance.The patients in the early stages of the disease still had some sense of sanity. They wailed, prayed, and shouted under his sword, "Han City Lord, I dare not, you spare me"-but Han Ying still raised his sword to kill them all. killed.

Soon, Han Ying discovered that the faces of those people seemed to have become blurred, and even their bodies had become a big, twisted and weird mass.The blood, the unstoppable blood, dripped and turned into a thick slurry, sticking the fabric of the clothes to the skin.

The internal organs are hot, but the brain is slightly cool.

Crying, screaming, the house and furniture accidentally ignited during the resistance, the heat steamed in mid-air, melting everything into slightly shaking phantoms.

He swept up the bodies of those people.

The antlers on those people's backs screamed in the heat. It sounded like something was screaming piercingly, or like a monster whispering in his ear.Then he followed the movement, along the streets and alleys that he had arranged and built with his own hands, pushed open the doors one by one, and killed those who were hiding under the beds, in the cellar, and in various corners.

And then... and then he arrived at the gate of the city.

Those monsters with twisted limbs were stacked in front of the thick and smooth city gate, which was supposed to be used to resist the demons from outside...

Han Ying killed them too.

In the end, the Buping sword was blunt.

It whined in his palm, then snapped with a clang.

Later... Later, Han Ying's memory was already blurred.

It was as if he had had one long, long nightmare.

Vaguely, I also heard the cries of Zhichun who had left long ago.

……

"Yanyan, you better calm down now."

Ji Xueting held the sword in front of Han Ying who was vomiting blood.

His expression was a bit complicated. Although he had faintly sensed that there might be something strange in Yingcheng's past, he really did not expect that the truth would be so tragic.

Han Ying, who wanted to protect the people of Qingzhou wholeheartedly, had no choice but to kill everyone with the sword that was trying to protect them.

If it wasn't for Qingzhou's inconvenient communication with the upper realm due to spiritual energy problems, Han Ying would have been punished by heaven for this crime alone.

"It's troublesome."

Ji Xueting listened attentively, and could not help murmuring when he heard the movement around him.

After the stage was silent, there were many small rustling sounds from the surrounding alleys.

Ji Xueting looked around vigilantly, there was a stale smell in the air, so strong that even Ji Xueting could smell it clearly.He couldn't help frowning, because he found that he remembered this smell. Once upon a time, he helped someone clean up a small city occupied by walking corpses. That ghostly place was filled with this disgusting smell that could drive ordinary people crazy. .

Sure enough, not long after, Ji Xueting saw those shaky shadows pacing from the streets and alleys.

"Good news, it's not those annoying puppets who attacked us this time."

Although he felt that Han Ying next to him probably wouldn't listen to anything at this time, Ji Xueting still opened his mouth sullenly and explained the current situation for him.

"The bad news is that these walking corpses are quite angry."

He glanced at the walking corpses that looked somewhat similar to mummies, and said quietly.

Probably because of the deer horn plague in front of them, even if these corpses turned into walking corpses, they were still very distorted and looked quite eye-catching.There are red will-o'-the-wisps burning in the black eye sockets, and it is the most difficult and resentful "Tong corpse" among the walking corpses.

Those corpses moved towards Ji Xueting and Han Ying with their deformed limbs shaking. At this distance, Ji Xueting could even hear the whispers of resentment lingering around them.

【"It hurts, why, it hurts—"】

【"City Lord, save me, woo woo woo help me—"】

【"I was wrong, I was wrong, don't kill me—"】

……

At the moment of confrontation with these annoying army of walking corpses, Ji Xueting suddenly felt a heart-piercing pain in his chest.

Ji Xueting's face turned pale, and he reached out to stroke his chest, then suddenly raised his head and looked behind him, in the direction of the mountain temple hidden on the steps of the mountain road.

It's Yan Ke.

Ji Xueting immediately realized that what he felt just now was Yan Ke's emotion.In the end what happened?Why did that person have such violent mental fluctuations?

Thinking about it this way, and looking back at those walking corpses, Ji Xueting's expression became unsightly.

The walking corpses are not difficult to kill, but the ones in front of him... are too many in number.

Ji Xueting was even very skeptical. After he killed these guys, he rushed to the mountain temple. When he found Yan Ke, the little guy had probably died of grief.

This is really a bit troublesome.

Ji Xueting was thinking in his heart, Ling Cangjian slightly lowered in mid-air, and lifted it again.

At this moment, Han Ying's shadow suddenly appeared in front of him.

"I'll deal with them."

Han Ying said in a very hoarse voice with a strange voice.

"Yanyan, you now—"

"It was I who killed them, and their resentment came for me." Han Ying tilted his head slightly, and said to Ji Xueting expressionlessly, "Brother Ji, you go first. I just beg you... if possible , save Zhichun. I don't know why he appeared here, and I don't know why he turned into that ghost, but at least the massacre of the city has nothing to do with him. I have nothing else to ask of you I just beg you, in case... in case he is innocent, please save him."

"it is good."

Ji Xueting and Han Ying looked at each other and nodded slightly.

Then he directly left Han Ying, turned around and ran towards the mountain temple.

……

In the mountain temple, a little earlier.

When Ji Xueting was still in Han Ying's investigation of those desolate small towns, the Tianqu in the mountain temple was opposite to several ghosts in the main hall of the mountain temple.

Contrary to what other people thought, he was not hijacked by the rampant god transformed by Han Zhichun, on the contrary, the correct way to say it should be that he followed the deer-shaped monster full of black silk and came all the way. here.

To be honest, Tianqu didn't pay attention to the so-called "rampant god" before, and he didn't think that the other party really had any great supernatural powers. what to do.

All he knew was that those people made Ah Xue unhappy, so he could only let them all die.

However, as a true immortal above Xuan Qiong, Tianqu did not expect that Han Zhichun would run so fast. He chased the thing all the way to the mountain temple, and then found that the rampant god had disappeared just like that. , and there are still so many guys in the mountain temple with weird masks of the God of Joy.

The ground was littered with shattered masks and the bloated, twisted corpses of ghouls.

In the main hall of the tall temple, countless black shadows are moving back and forth like lightning.

As for the remaining few "Masks of the God of Joy", they were chased by these snakes so much that they could only flash back and forth in the hall, and they didn't even dare to stand still for a while.

However, even in such a state of embarrassment, their pretentious, hypocritical annoyance has never diminished.

"Tianqu Xianjun, you don't want to take care of this matter, why do you want to bother us on business?"

"Tianqu Immortal Lord, don't blame me for being rude if this goes on like this?"

"Tianqu Immortal———"

Tianqu didn't even pay attention to it.

The ghost sighed deeply.

"In that case, Immortal Lord Tianqu, why don't we come and treat you to a show, so that you can calm down your anger?"

As soon as the yin and yang questioning stopped, there was a clear and crisp bang in the main hall.

"Crack-"

Immediately afterwards, the shrine originally used to enshrine the mountain god suddenly shattered, a gust of black wind passed by, and a strange stage was born on the spot.Tianqu's expression was cold, and he was not moved at all at first, but then, a familiar voice sounded from the stage, which made him look over there involuntarily.

"Yan Guizhen, what do you mean by this?"

On the small stage, it was originally a set-up.

It was a beautiful, well-decorated room.

When Tianqu Xianjun looked over, he happened to see the thin young man in the room turning around.

Then, his breathing became disordered in an instant.

……

"Feed me fake death medicine, and then hide me here - are you hiding in a golden house? Or do you just want to imprison me?"

The extremely pale young man, the last Xuejun who had already died at the hands of the rebels in the eyes of the world, shook the thin gold chain on his ankle, and asked calmly word by word.

"I just want to protect you."

Yan Ci could hear that Ji Xueting's tone was different from before, his always steady hand trembled slightly, and the medicine bowl specially prepared for Ji Xueting collided with the spoon in his hand, making a soft noise.

He said softly, with a hint of imperceptible panic in his tone.

"Now that the new dynasty has just been established, it's really chaotic outside. I locked you just to..."

"You're afraid that I almost ran away from under your nose just like before."

Ji Xueting replied wearily.

Yan Ci stopped talking.

He squatted down beside Ji Xueting, and put the tonic in Ji Xueting's hand with a low eyebrow.

"You, drink some tonic first, at least take care of your body first."

Accompanied by the princes of the past, today's dignitaries of the new dynasty are extraordinarily humble in front of Xue Ting, acting cautiously like a young daughter-in-law who has just passed the door and is afraid of offending people.

... Even the way of avoiding the topic is so clumsy that it makes people feel a little funny.

Ji Xueting looked at him for a long time, and suddenly heaved a long sigh: "Aren't you tired? Yan Guizhen, always acting like this, you are not tired, but I am very tired."

……

【"I just want to save you—"】

The male puppet in the play suddenly hugged the boy in his arms tightly.

Tianqu was in front of the stage, whispering with the man.

"I really just...just want to save you..."

Seeing this, Tianqu involuntarily began to tremble.

Knowing that he had fallen into the scheme of the ghost, but he couldn't turn his eyes away from the stage at all.

Once the play is over, the stage turns in an instant, and a new play is staged.

But this time, the puppet, which was originally crudely made, has become extraordinarily exquisite, and looks almost exactly like a real person.

Even the room where Ji Xueting was imprisoned 3000 years ago, as well as the flowers and trees outside Yan's other courtyard, became lifelike.

Tianqu looked around dully, and when he realized it, he realized that he had already entered the play unknowingly.

He looked at the tall man named Yan Ci 3000 years ago, stepping on the ladder with a gloomy face, and then pushed the door and walked into the courtyard with layers of protection.

"Do not……"

Tianqu murmured in pain, trying to stop the opponent, but was a little slow by mistake.

The servant raised the curtain, and the room was dark.

"Is it true, Yan Ci, tell me...are you...really...killing my brother..."

After seeing Yan Ci, the young man who had been sitting limply on the ground suddenly stood up and asked him sadly.

Yan Ci lowered his head and closed his eyes, hearing the despair in Ji Xueting's voice, his lips parted slightly, but finally he was speechless.

However, his silence was already the most straightforward answer.

"why……"

Ji Xueting looked haggard and almost collapsed.

He looked at the man in front of him in disbelief, and even breathing became extremely difficult.

After a long time, Yan Ci suddenly spread his arms, trapping the shivering Ji Xueting in his embrace.

His eyes were dull, but there seemed to be a strange expression in those empty pupils at this moment.

"I'm sorry." Yan Ci said softly, "But I need him to die."

"He's dead...I can save you. In the past, when the Tang Dynasty was declared to be the Tang Dynasty, it was the destiny, and the gods gave people the power of the emperor. The river is exhausted, and the sand is rotten."

Having said this, Yan Ci's expression became more and more grim.

"...The new dynasty has just been established. In order to pray to heaven and earth, and announce a change of dynasty in the world, it is inevitable for the last emperor of the previous dynasty to sacrifice to heaven. Why did your father forcefully grant you the throne when he fled the imperial city? Was he captured halfway, and was tortured like this?"

"Xue Ting, they don't want you anymore, they want you to die, only me...only I want to save you..."

"But I hate you."

In Yan Ci's arms, Ji Xueting said tremblingly.

Raising his head, the boy had tears in his eyes.

"Winners and losers... I have recognized them all, I have recognized them a long time ago, you know, Yan Ci, you know that I don't care about life and death at all, I don't care about the family, the country, the succession of the throne... But, why do you Are you going to use me as bait?"

"Why, you want to use me as bait to kill my brother?"

"..."

Yan Ci couldn't answer this time.

Seeing that Yan Ci was silent, Ji Xueting suddenly smiled miserably, he staggered and fell backwards, and slowly put one hand behind his waist.

Yan Ci was blind, and when he felt Ji Xueting break free, he subconsciously reached out to try to pull him back into his arms.Without dodging or evading, Ji Xueting pulled out the sleeve knife that had been hidden by him at the back of his waist, and then stabbed hard into the opponent's abdomen.

"Well."

Yan Ci was startled, and let out a small muffled hum.

"Ash?"

he asked a little blankly.

Ji Xueting gritted his teeth, grasped the handle of the knife and twisted it hard, this was the way Yan Ci told him how to defeat the enemy.Only in this way can the wound surface expand and the blood flow will not stop.

Only by doing so can the opponent be killed as much as possible.

Warm blood gushed out, soaking Ji Xueting's hands.

Panting, Ji Xueting held the handle with both hands, and pulled out the small handle that was stained with Yan Ci's blood.

He looked at Yan Ci who was staggering back with a pale face, and a tear trickled down from the corner of his eye.

"Yan Ci, I don't understand."

"I really don't understand, what did I do wrong to make you treat me like this?"

After finishing speaking, Ji Xueting let out a low laugh, turned his sword back, and directly wiped the sleeve knife down his throat.

"No!"

【"Do not--"】

Yan Ciruo felt something in the play.

Tianqu outside the play saw it with his own eyes.

All are intense.

The two of them grabbed the knife in Ji Xueting's hand together, but Tianqu's hand passed through the phantom of the boy from 3000 years ago, and it missed.

……

"No, no, no no no—no—"

Tianqu raised his hand and looked at his fingertips, his mind was in confusion.

But at this moment, the scene in the "drama" changed again, obviously he did not intend to let Tianqu go.

I saw that the place where Ji Xueting was previously under house arrest had been changed from the courtyard with beautiful flowers and trees to another secret room with extra strict security.

And this time, Yan Ci, who slowly walked out of the secret passage, looked much paler and haggard than before.

He was so thin that he was almost out of shape, his originally handsome face looked ghostly.

Tianqu tried to stop him, but he walked step by step into the stone room soaked in secret passages.

There are soft and smooth splendors all over here, and incense medicines for calming the mind are burning everywhere.

The rising smoke made the surrounding light dim and psychedelic.

It's a pity that even such a precious fragrance can't cover up the strong medicine that pervades the room.

In the stone room, there was only a dead silence.

Yan Ci deftly opened the thick curtain, and looked at the boy above the stone.

"Axue, I'm here to see you."

Yan Ci smiled and said sweetly.

He got no response.

Because his beloved boy was curled up, lying motionless on the stone bed, his limbs were tightly bound by chains, his mouth was stuffed with a shackle, and he was completely naked.

It's just that under the light of Ye Mingzhu, the scars on his body can still be seen.

Yan Ci couldn't see it, but the things he did these days... made him very familiar with that young man's body, and realized that as long as he got close to him, he could accurately find the scar on Ji Xueting's body.

Not long ago, those scars were visible to the bone - they were left by Ji Xueting when he tried to commit suicide.

It was precisely because of this that Ji Xueting was firmly shackled to the bed in this way.

"It's so pitiful, does the wound still hurt?"

Yan Ci caressed those wounds in a daze, he was dazed by the bed for a while, then suddenly smiled to himself.

He was born very handsome, even though he is so skinny now, he still has a bluffing face.

But at this moment, he was obviously smiling, but his eyes and eyebrows were filled with a disturbing madness.

Then he leaned down pityingly and kissed those wounds lightly.

"It doesn't matter, I brought new medicine this time... I tried it. I cut off my limbs and applied this ointment, and the limbs can grow back together again. Do you think it's really amazing? Thanks to Kunlun The fairy medicine brought down by the middleman. Oh, by the way, haven’t you seen those immortals yet? Next time I have a chance, I will take you to meet them. Although I still think they are very boring, those fairy spells are indeed quite interesting. Have some fun, don't you like the little tricks the most? I think you'll like..."

Yan Ci babbled on to himself, with some ointment on his fingertips, he gently brushed over the reddish scar on Ji Xueting's body.

Since his arrival, the young man, who had never spoken or moved at all, began to tremble under his touch.

Sensing Ji Xueting's movement, Yan Ci hugged Ji Xueting a little flusteredly and began to check.

Yan Ci in the past couldn't see it, but now Tianqu can be seen very clearly.

After being forced to raise his face, he could see the empty eyes of the skinny young man, even more lifeless than the blind Yan Ci.

Crystal tears flowed down, and the boy's entire face was almost transparent.

There was a vague whisper in his throat, but he couldn't speak at all because of the shackles.

"What are you trying to say?"

Yan Ci listened intently, and after a while, frowned slightly, and said in a somewhat embarrassed manner.

Ji Xueting suddenly raised his hand and pinched deeply on his arm.

He tried so hard that his nails almost sank into Yan Ci's flesh, but under such pain, Yan Ci seemed a little happier than before.

"Your spirit looks much better today than in previous days..."

After saying that, Yan Ci hesitated for a moment, but finally stretched out his hand and slowly untied Ji Xueting's shackle.

It was only at this moment that the young man was heard whispering.

"I want to die."

"Let me... die..."