Prince is a ghost

Chu Quan did not expect such a place to exist in the ghost town.

He followed the mysterious black cat all the way here, and was immediately shocked by the sight in front of him.Chu Quan thought of the Forbidden City he had visited before. It was obviously a palace, but it didn't have the splendor and arrogance of the royal family. It was very large, but it was extraordinarily gorgeous, graceful and elegant, and it felt a bit like a fairyland in the Moon Palace.

Chu Quan was dumbfounded, and when he came back to his senses, the black cat leading the way had long since disappeared.Chu Quan didn't hesitate any more, and walked into the main entrance of the palace as if under a Gu.

Behind the main entrance is a building similar to Tongque Terrace, with stairs that can't be seen at a glance. Several rows of red lanterns are hung between the platform and the door. Under the platform, there are several lifelike statues.Some of these statues are holding guqin and some are holding pipa, obviously they are playing music.

Chu Quan didn't have any interest in climbing up to have a look. He crossed the Wuxie Pavilion, walked all the way in, and arrived at the main hall in a short while.

The main hall is empty, except for a few towering marble pillars, there is only a crystal pavilion in the center of the palace.

It seems that as long as it is in this city, whether it is an ordinary residence or a luxurious palace, in the final analysis, it is only for the dead.

Inside the coffin lay a... man in a purple dress?Wait, is this really a man?Long and curly eyelashes, snow-white skin, even though he has been dead for some time, his lips are still bright red, and his long black hair hangs down at his waist—this is undoubtedly Chu Quan's favorite type, a fresh and beautiful boy.

Chu Quan stared intently at the man's exquisite face. He estimated that the man's death would not exceed 20 years old. It is a pity that he died at such a young age.

While Chu Quan felt sorry for the beauty's untimely death, he couldn't help but want to feel that crystal clear skin.The moment he stretched out his hand, a black shadow flashed in front of his eyes. Chu Quan felt the burning pain on the back of his hand, and immediately took it away.

"Who?"

"Meow—" The reappearing black cat sat on the coffin, licking its paws.

"So it's you." Before Chu Quan breathed out, he heard a cold voice: "Don't touch my body."

Chu Quan turned around suddenly, only then realized that he forgot a very important thing.Anling City is the place where wraith spirits are placed. No matter whose corpse it is, as long as it is placed in the city, it will be considered that he has already turned into a wraith spirit.

Chu Quan looked at Wraith, he had a beautiful face, and his slender body exuded an intoxicating light.

——Is this really a wraith?How unscientific!

While Chu Quan was looking at Wraith Ling, Wraith Ling was also observing him.After a while, the resentful spirit said: "This king has never seen you, who are you?"

Hearing the man's self-proclaim, Chu Quan thought about the extravagance of this palace, and realized that this beautiful young man was still a prince.

Seeing that Chu Quan didn't respond, Wraith Ling became more and more indifferent: "This king is asking you something."

Chu Quan collected himself, and said, "Go back to your lord, this is the new spirit master from Anling City."

"Oh?" Wraith raised her beautiful eyebrows, "Name?"

"Chu Quan."

"There is a newcomer in the ghost town." Wraith thought thoughtfully, "Is Jiang Anrong dying soon?"

Chu Quan didn't know how to answer, so he said, "I don't know."

Speaking of which, all the resentful spirits in the city knew about his coming to the ghost city, but this prince seemed to know nothing.Didn't he communicate with other wraiths?

The Wraith Lord seemed to see Chu Quan's doubts, "I haven't walked out of this palace for a long time." The cheers of the Wraiths could be faintly heard not far away, and they would argue all night almost every night. It was understandable, after all, the resentful spirits could not leave the corpse during the day, but Chu Quan was still tortured, and he could barely fall asleep until he made two earplugs by himself.

"Then the prince hasn't spoken for a long time?" Chu Quan asked subconsciously.

Lord Wraith Spirit took a look at Chu Quan, "It's true that I haven't talked to anyone for a long time, whether it's the living or the dead. But..." The black cat let out a cry, jumped to the feet of Lord Wraith Spirit, and rubbed against him coquettishly. Rubbing the prince's feet.

Chu Quan was surprised: "This is a cat... Isn't it a living thing? How can it touch you?"

Wraith didn't answer, but asked, "What's the matter with you?"

"nothing."

"Then why don't you go?"

Chu Quan was taken aback for a moment, remembering that it was late at night, and the outside must have been contracted by the reveling spirits of the carnival. In case he met Li Meiniang again...he would still prefer to stay in the palace for one night, as an admiring beauty.

Chu Quan said cautiously: "If the prince is lonely, I can stay with you..."

"That's not necessary." Wraith Ling didn't appreciate it, "This king has long been used to it." After finishing speaking, Wraith Ling floated out of the main hall.The black cat "meowed" and followed lightly.

Chu Quan thought that Wraith Spirit meant to let him take care of himself, so he didn't bother the prince, and approached the crystal coffin again, trying to find information about the prince Wraith Spirit.

Chu Quan heard from Song Shuangfei that for the convenience of management, every coffin in Anling City was engraved with the identity of the deceased and the reason why they became wraiths.Sure enough, Chu Quan saw two lines of small characters on the inside of the Crystal Pavilion, right above the corpse:

Yan Xichao was born in Dayan 160 and died in Dayan 170.

bane.

Since he was poisoned to death, it was not considered a miserable death.It is said that poisonous poison is generally used to bestow death. Could it be that this prince was bestowed to death by the emperor at that time?Chu Quan knew that resentful spirits were not formed by gathering a little bit of resentment.What did Yan Xichao commit? Could it be treason?

It was written in a simple way, and without much information, Chu Quan decided to go back and investigate—a prince was poisoned to death, and finally became a resentful spirit. It is impossible that there is no relevant record about this matter.

Chu Quan wandered around the hall again, but couldn't find anything else interesting.He was also tired, so he simply sat on the ground, leaning against a pillar, and fell asleep.

Although the palace was a certain distance from the street, Chu Quan still couldn't sleep well because of the wrathful spirits.A gust of cool dinner blew, and Chu Quan woke up suddenly.

The ever-burning lamps were lit in the palace, and the light was a bit dim.Chu Quan was silent for a while, listening to the sound from afar, thinking seriously about how long it would be before dawn.Chu Quan struggled to stand up, rubbed his numb calf, and limped towards the study.

Yan Xichao was floating in front of the desk, looking down at a book on the desk, and the black cat obediently lay beside the book, turning a page for Yan Xichao with its paws every once in a while Book.

Chu Quan couldn't help sighing: "This cat really understands human nature."

"So what." Yan Xi Chao said without raising his head, "Even if I don't have it to turn the pages for me, I can recite the content of the next page verbatim. These books, I have already I've seen it for over 30 years."

Yan Xichao spoke calmly, but Chu Quan felt very sad when he heard it.He was originally a person who likes new things and enjoys adventures. He put himself in his shoes and thought that if he were to become a wraith, he could only stay in the same city forever, only be active at night, and read the same book for more than 30 years. It must be unbearable.

Chu Quan looked at Yan Xichao's beautiful face again, and felt more and more pitiful about this prince.Chu Quan walked to the desk, bent down and closed the book, and said with a smile, "If the prince doesn't dislike it, let me tell you a few stories for the prince to amuse yourself."

Yan Xichao's expression became a little weird, he looked at Chu Quan for a while, and said, "No need."

"My lord doesn't want to hear it, so just pretend I'm talking to myself." Chu Quan thought for a while, and began to tell the story: "A long time ago, there was a poor scholar named Ning Caichen. Once, he went to Beijing to rush for an exam. , passed a temple on the outskirts of the city, and planned to spend the night there..."

Chu Quan talked on and on. His understanding of the story came from the movies he had seen. He couldn't remember some details, but he still remembered the general direction of the story.

Yan Chaoxi didn't say a word, and looked out of the window. Chu Quan didn't know if he listened to his story again, but he didn't care. Anyway, he was bored, so he just entertained himself.

"At this time, Xiaoqian has already developed love for Ning Caichen, and naturally she has no intention of harming him. But at this time, Xiaoqian's grandmother, who is neither male nor female, said I want to marry Xiaoqian to another big devil..."

Just as he was talking about the exciting part, Yan Xichao suddenly turned around and said to Chu Quan: "How much more?"

Chu Quan didn't react for a moment, "What?"

"How much is left of this story?"

"Oh, it's about halfway through."

"You go back first."

"Doesn't your lord want to finish listening to the story?"

Yan Xichao looked out of the window again, "It will be dawn soon, and this king will... go back."

Chu Quan thought of the corpse in the crystal coffin, and nodded, "Since it's about to dawn, the prince should just rest."

Yan Xichao nodded, and asked again: "In the end, what is the ending of Ning Caichen and Xiaoqian?"

Chu Quan smiled and said, "My lord wants to know? If you don't know the process but only the ending, it must be no fun. If your lord is interested in the story I'm telling, I'll come back next time."

Yan Xichao was noncommittal.Chu Quan bowed slightly to Yan Xichao, and backed out.

When Chu Quan came out of the palace, the sky had already turned white, and the streets were deserted, presumably the resentful spirit had been forced to return home.Chu Quan quickened his pace, and when he returned to the City Lord's mansion, both Song Shuangfei and City Lord Jiang hadn't woken up yet.He washed his face, changed his clothes, and went to the kitchen to cook a big pot of porridge and a few side dishes.When he was ready for breakfast, Song Shuangfei also woke up. As usual, Song Shuangfei served the city lord with breakfast first, and then ate by himself.After Chu Quan had a hasty breakfast, he went back to his room to rest.

Chu Quan returned to his room and took out a copy of "A Brief History of the Great Swallow" from the bookshelf.He hasn't read this book yet. Chu Quan has no interest in the affairs of this country, not to mention his immediate priority is to become a junior spirit master.

Yan Xichao was born in Dayan 160 and died in Dayan 170.During this period, it was Emperor Xuande who took the throne.And this "A Brief History of the Great Yan" records about the past 19 years. It is all about Emperor Xuande's early diligence and love for the people, and his great achievements in expanding the territory in the later period. It does not mention Yan Xichao.But Chu Quan noticed that Emperor Xuande died in Dayan 170, which was the year Yan Xichao died. After Guoxiao, Emperor Xuande's second prince, who is now the Holy One, successfully succeeded to the throne.

Sure enough, it is just a "brief history", and there must still be many things that have not been recorded in it.Chu Quan closed the history book, opened the "Proverbs of Controlling Spirits", and started today's self-cultivation.

After practicing, because he didn't sleep well all night, Chu Quan fell asleep directly.It was evening when he woke up again.Looking at the blazing sunset outside the window, he felt a little absent-minded for a moment.

Chu Quan sat there for a long time, and then slowly got up.After a while, there was a knock on the door, and Chu Quan subconsciously asked, "Who?" After asking, he realized that there was no need to ask, except Song Shuangfei.

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