When the devil

The thick autumn twilight shrouded Liuli City in orange light.

The Harvest Festival, which lasted for ten days, will also be decorated with lights in the city tonight, and the lights will be dimmed.

Looking from a distance, the streets and alleys are busy, and vendors stand along the roadside, all of them are lit with lanterns, and scents come from time to time, and white smoke rises with the steamer.

Yang Fan's mansion was built along the lakeside, occupying a large area, and there were few people around. When Wei Ling walked to the door, the door plaque was empty, without any words engraved on it. Some guesses in his mind made him hesitate for a while before knocking on the door.

Mrs. Qiuhua personally opened the door for him. Seeing him coming alone, there was a trace of concern in her eyes. She didn't dare to look too much, so she hastily closed her eyes. It didn't take long for a smile to appear on her face, and she said softly: "Immortal Master!" Please come in."

Wei Ling followed Mrs. Qiuhua into the mansion and saw no one along the way. The road he walked was similar to what Guo Jianchao saw today, but this time they didn't go to the courtyard. The two walked straight through the corridor and walked to the other side go.

"Immortal Venerable, Master... is in poor health and cannot treat you warmly, please don't mind me." Qiuhua spoke cautiously, and she still didn't let go of her vigilance, but the wound on her face had been treated, and her makeup had been repainted, like her. It is indeed a pity that such a beauty is indeed a demon.

Wei Ling said: "I am no longer an immortal, madam, please call me by my name."

Mrs. Qiuhua drooped her long eyelashes: "I'm sorry, I heard that Master Wei just left the customs a few days ago, why...?"

"Some unspeakable secrets." Wei Ling smiled wryly.

He followed Qiuhua and saw the scenery of the mansion all the way. It was comparable to the mansion of the powerful and powerful in the imperial city. He thought that Yang Fan had indeed made great achievements in the disputes in the Eastern Realm, and the emperor would definitely reward him with great rewards. Take it easy?

Maybe something happened.

Wei Ling looked at the building ahead, which didn't look like a hall for receiving guests.

"General Yang is sick?"

Qiuhua nodded: "It's an illness...it's not all." She seemed a little embarrassed, but she had to think about where to start. When she walked into the door of the building, she suddenly stopped: "Today, I mentioned your case to the master. Name, the master anxiously said that he wanted to see you, Master Wei, I think you and the master... have a good friendship."

The building in front of him should be a dormitory, maybe Yang Fan was bedridden, so he had no choice but to entertain Wei Ling here.

"The general and I are comrades-in-arms in the Battle of the Eastern Border. Forgive me for comparing myself with the general. General Yang has an enemy of one thousand on the battlefield. I have been..." At this point, Wei Ling couldn't continue, because in front of him Qiu Hua's eyes were flushed, and blood streaked up her beautiful eyes, as if all kinds of grief and anger were in her heart, and she couldn't even express it in words.

"Master Wei, you should know... there were some lonely and widowed refugees in the Eastern Territory at that time."

Her voice was very soft, as if she was muttering to herself, but Wei Ling found it extremely harsh, as if no matter where he hid, he couldn't hide from Qiu Hua's words.

Wei Ling looked at her quietly, was silent for a moment, and said, "Yes. I know."

"Autumn flowers."

At this moment, a deep male voice came from inside the door.

Mrs. Qiuhua was startled, and quickly wiped away her tears, and pushed the door open: "Master Wei, please."

Wei Ling turned around and looked inside the door reflecting the evening light. For some reason, his heart felt empty, and his steps became lighter. Even his mind was left blank.

But after all, I still have to go in, pass through the screen, and stop in front of the bed.

Behind the slightly hanging bed curtain, a thin figure sat there, half of his body was outside, and his lower body was covered by the quilt.

His complexion is sallow, his cheek bones are distinct, the skin on his body is not like flesh and blood, but like a layer of skin covering the bones.

Wei Ling stood in front of him and said softly, "General Yang."

He didn't dare to confirm whether that person was really Yang Fan, but his outline was so familiar and his expression was so nostalgic, Wei Ling felt unprecedented fear. What was frightening was that the person in front of him opened his mouth and called that name in Yang Fan's voice— —

"Master Wei."

Yang Fan raised his hand and saluted slowly.

It's him.

It's Yang Fan.

It was Yang Fan, the general of the Snow Wolf Army who was leading an army of 20 and flaunting his might...

Wei Ling closed her eyes, sinking the thoughts of Wan Lan into her heart.

"Master Wei, you don't have to worry about it. I know that the way you look now scares you..." Yang Fan smiled calmly: "But I am very happy today because you are still alive. You escaped from the palace three years ago and have been missing since then. Everyone I thought you were dead... until I heard the news of your return to Liuli Mountain, I thought, if you are still alive, we will meet again."

Wei Ling walked to the side of the couch and sat down at Yang Fan's gesture.

"I'm just lingering on my last days, and the old disease will kill me at any time."

Yang Fan showed bitterness: "The old disease...is it the old disease left by the soul suppressing? It hasn't been cured until today?"

Wei Ling nodded: "I was distracted and was devoured by the souls of the dead... I can't blame anyone."

"That's nearly a million dead souls! If you didn't come here, I can't imagine what would happen." Yang Fan grabbed Wei Ling's hand, "..."

Wei Ling lied, Yang Fan wouldn't know.

In that soul siege, he was not devoured.

He rushed from Liuli Mountain to the Eastern Border Pass, and when he arrived, it was too late. The countless, countless grievances had already condensed and turned into a deadly curse.

All Wei Ling can do is to introduce the curse into her body.

But he can't tell anyone about this. In the eyes of outsiders, it's just that he made a mistake in the soul sedation, and he planted the root of disaster because of the backlash of resentment.

Nearly a million resentments, even Wei Ling's level of cultivation, could not suppress it. It was rumored that although he was backlashed, he was saved from danger. Therefore, the emperor kept him in the palace and tried his best to treat him.

Yang Fan held his hand tightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything in the end.

His gaze was fixed by the fine cloth wrapped around Wei Ling's hands.

Wei Ling didn't want to explain the injury on his hand, so he quickly turned the conversation to the main topic: "General Yang, something strange has happened recently, and I want to ask you for advice."

Yang Fan raised his eyes, in the dry eye sockets, those black and white eyes were still sparkling.

He said, "You want to ask about Qiuhua, right?"

Wei Ling said: "Exactly."

Yang Fan sighed: "The matter has come to this, and I will not hide it. As you can see, Qiuhua is indeed a demon."

Whether it is a demon or not is not the point, the point is——

"It did hurt people."

Yang Fan spoke bluntly, even looking directly at Wei Ling.

After all, he was born as a general, with a reckless temper. When Wei Ling came here, he must have to speak clearly before leaving. The existence of gods descending to earth, how can ghosts and ghosts block his eyes.

Wei Ling said seriously: "General Yang, do you know what you are doing?"

"I know." Yang Fan let go of Wei Ling's hand, he smiled sadly, his eyes covered the emotion of the long-lost reunion, and all that was left was a chill: "It's just strange, I know too much, and you, know too much." few."

Wei Ling remained silent, he knew that Yang Fan would continue talking, while Qiu Hua, who had been silent beside her, lowered her body and slowly exited the room.

"In the past three years, if you have not retreated, you will definitely know about the fire that burned for three days and three nights in Bianshan, you will definitely know that the crown prince Gu Xuancheng has been imprisoned in the Royal Court, and you will definitely know...waiting for him... ...It is likely to be the fate of being deposed..."

Wei Ling was stunned: "What do you mean?"

Yang Fan firmly locked Wei Ling's gaze, and said: "Do you still remember those displaced people from the Eastern Realm in the Battle of the Eastern Realm? The Emperor ordered to kill them, but the Crown Prince secretly saved them. He even begged you , asked you to keep those people in Liuli Mountain...do you remember?"

Wei Ling said, "I rejected him."

Yang Fan said: "Yes, you rejected him, but he didn't blame you, or he didn't repay his hope from the beginning. You violated the law of Liuli Mountain by going down the mountain for him. He can't make things difficult for you...so he can only Figure out your own way."

Wei Ling's face gradually turned ugly.

Yang Fan just looked at Wei Ling like this, as if he wanted to force him to have no way out.

"Do you know why he did that?"

Yang Fan smiled lightly, the kind of smile that unburdens the burden, it seems that what he is about to say next is a sharp knife pierced in his chest that makes him want to die, and at this moment, he wants to stab it into Wei Ling chest.

He said, "Because he is from the East."

He spoke so clearly.

He added: "Me too."

Wei Ling remained silent, but Yang Fan's words made him gradually sink into numbness.

Yang Fan grabbed Wei Ling's arm, as if he was afraid that he would run away, and he continued, "It's not surprising. Do you know what the East Territory is? If you don't know, I'll tell you."

Of course Wei Ling didn't understand, how could he know the chaos in the world since he had been staying on Liuli Mountain before.

"People always say that people in the Eastern Realm are the best at crooked ways. Yes, they are right. People in the Eastern Realm are proficient in sorcery and have always been with demons. The demons there are not as obedient as Zhaoguo, and they can live without pretending to be mortals. ...For a person like me who knows nothing about witchcraft, it is difficult to have a bright future in the East, so I came to Zhao Kingdom with my mother when I was young, and became a military officer." Yang Fan said slowly, saying so Ban was calm and calm: "My mother is the queen's maid. The queen is the royal family of the Eastern Realm Kingdom and the only daughter of the Eastern Realm King."

Yang Fan could still recall that when the queen was first married by the Emperor Zhao, the red makeup made her look like a fairy, elegant and elegant.

"Gu Xiao has a perverted obsession with immortals and monsters." When Yang Fan mentioned the word "Gu Xiao", he seemed to have endless resentment. It was the name of the Emperor of Zhao Kingdom, and just saying it was enough to punish him. It's disrespectful, but he ignored it completely and continued: "He respects and taboos everything in the Eastern Realm, and he has long wanted to attack the Eastern Realm, but at that time he had just been in power not long ago, and his real power was not stable, so he married the Princess of the Eastern Realm. , made her queen, and in the second year gave birth to Gu Xuancheng, who was named the crown prince..."

Wei Ling listened quietly.

Yang Fan's voice became more and more desolate: "The idiots in the Eastern Realm trusted Gu Xiao like this, but what was the result? Do I need to continue talking about the result, Lord Wei... More than half of the million bones are from the Eastern Realm , do you still remember their angry and desperate voices?"