His voice was soft, and his breath was long, like a sigh floating through her soul.
He Simu was stunned by the sound of He Xiaoxiao. She was surprised for a while before she raised her eyebrows and asked, "Can you see me?"
Duan Xu did not respond.
He Simu then realized that Duan Xu was not looking at her. His gaze passed through her soul and looked behind her.
He Simu turned around and followed his gaze, and saw a swarm of black crows flying in the sky above Guanhe River.
The crows were like a heavy black rain, cawing excitedly because they had found food, and pecking at the poor Huqi corpse. This scene was exactly the same as the day she arrived in Liangzhou.
"He Xiaoxiao... is she here?"
Duan Xu said softly. He didn't want to tell anyone. Apparently, this group of crows reminded him of He Simu.
He Simu turned her head and looked into Duan Xu's eyes, which were as deep as the ocean. All the things that happened from the first time they met to the present flashed through her mind, and the corners of her lips slowly curved up.
"Have you noticed me since the beginning?"
On the streets of Liangzhou filled with crows, she stood there holding a head. He had noticed it since then, so he associated crows with her.
"So, you also went to look for me on purpose at the cemetery that day?"
"Then arrange for me to live next door to you, ask me about the wind, test my five senses, and find out my background step by step."
He Simu shook his head and played with the jade pendant-shaped Ghost King Lamp in his hand. His eyes were dark, while Duan Xu was still quietly looking at the flock of black crows above Guanhe River.
"You are so brave! A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall, but you insist on standing under it. Are you betting that my wall will not collapse?"
He couldn't hear her, and she didn't need him to answer.
Duan Xu suddenly took a step forward, he walked through He Simu's body, and said to his subordinates: "We should go and finish it."
The moment his body and her soul intertwined, the pearl in her arms suddenly began to tremble, and the unusual tremor made He Simu stunned in place.
She looked back in disbelief. Duan Xu's figure was among the soldiers, leaving a black silhouette in the sky full of soul fire.
—Simu, your aunt has prepared a gift for you. Look at this pearl. It will always follow your soul. You can use it to contact me at any time. After I die, you can also use it to contact my bloodline.
—There is also a special spell in this. Didn't you ask me what it feels like to be a human? This spell allows you to borrow the five senses from the person who cast the spell. If it encounters someone who can bear the connection with you, it will naturally tell you.
Her aunt's voice seemed to have traveled through time for more than three hundred years and rang in her ears.
Someone who can cast a spell on her.
Someone who could let her borrow her five senses.
Someone who hasn't appeared in three hundred years.
Duan Xu, Duan Shunxi.
He Simu looked at Duan Xu's receding back, which blurred into the night and sank into the shadow of memories. In her memories, her father, mother, uncle and aunt were still alive and well.
As time goes by and things change, this pearl contains the wish that she thought she had forgotten.
When the evil ghost Fang Chang went to find He Simu to report, their ghost king was in the comfortable room of the wealthy businessman in Shuozhou, picking up the lamp flowers and holding her chin in a daze. Her eyes were empty, and no one knew what she was thinking about.
Although their Lord Ghost King is young, he is always mysterious and frightening.
Seeing him coming, He Simu's eyes turned dimly and he asked casually, "What are you doing here?"
"Reporting to the king, Shao Yinyin has been executed, and Lord Guan Huai has been punished. But I am also guilty of shielding Shao Yinyin, and I have come here to report and admit my guilt." Fang Chang knelt on the ground and bowed his head.
"Guan Huai asked you to come, that old rascal. You are his subordinate, why do you need me to punish you?" He Simu glanced at Fang Chang and saw that he was supporting himself on the ground with his hands clenched into fists, shaking from the excessive force.
She was silent for a moment, then she smiled in a bored tone and said, "Why, are you so unconvinced?"
Fang Chang gritted his teeth and looked up at He Simu. There were too many injustices in his heart, and he couldn't bear it after all.
"Your Majesty, I just think you are too biased towards the living... Yinyin was originally transformed into a demon due to her obsession with children, and she naturally desires children. You asked her not to attack children under ten years old, which is simply impossible. Demons hunting living people is just like cooking sheep and cattle for living people. Isn't it natural and reasonable? Why do you impose so many restrictions? It doesn't make sense at all."
The young evil ghost dressed as a scholar has an attitude of defying orders and being righteous.
He Simu couldn't help but burst into laughter when she heard what he said. She stood up and leaned over to look at the kneeling Fang Chang: "Reason? Is it because I can explain the reason well that you accept me as the Ghost King?"
The Ghost King Lamp on her waist suddenly lit up, and a blazing ghost fire suddenly ignited on Fang Chang's body. He screamed, waving his limbs and struggling and rolling desperately, but to no avail.
He Simu squatted down and looked at Fang Chang rolling on the ground, and said slowly: "Are you angry? Are you desperate? Why can I humiliate you, destroy you, and hold you in my hands and play with you at will?"
She snapped her fingers, and the will-o'-the-wisp suddenly went out. Fang Chang fell to the ground, gasping for breath with lingering fear. He Simu lifted his chin, looked into his angry and frightened eyes, and smiled.
"Those living people you killed thought the same thing before they died."
Fang Chang was stunned.
He Simu let go of his hand and said nonchalantly, "It's only natural? What is natural? What's good for you is only natural."
"Evil spirits have the strongest desires in the world. Jiang Ai loves money, Yan Ke loves power, Guan Huai loves life, and you failed in the exams many times during your lifetime, and you crave fame. If evil spirits have no laws and desires are unlimited, they will be the most bottomless abyss in the world."
Fang Chang was silent for a long time, then he fell to the ground and said, "Fang Chang is short-sighted."
He Simu turned around and walked to the table, sat down lightly, picked up the teacup, and shook it slowly in her hand. She didn't know how true his obedience was, but she had never been a monarch who won people over with virtue.
He Simu rubbed the teacup for a while, and suddenly asked: "Fang Chang, how long have you been dead?"
Fang Chang was stunned for a moment, then replied, "Your Majesty, it has been more than five hundred years."
"Do you remember what it feels like to be alive? How does it compare to being a ghost?"
"The feeling of being alive... I can't remember it clearly." Fang Chang smiled bitterly for a while, and said: "The feeling of death is very deep."
“Isn’t death a matter of a moment?”
"No, Your Majesty. Death seems to me to be a very long process. From the time I failed the first time I took the exam, I began to die slowly, and the speed of death doubled with each successive time. When I finally died on the way to the exam, it was not the beginning of death, but the end of death."
He Simu was silent. The wind blew in from the gaps in the windows, causing the lights to sway and the light in the room to flicker.
It is said that what joy is there in life, and what pain is there in death.
She said, "Go away and don't bother me recently."
Fang Chang bowed, stood up and left.
He Simu took out the pearl from her arms and looked at it for a long time, as if she wanted to see some answer from it. She suddenly laughed and said, "Who cares? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."
After a pause, she called out briefly: "Yan Ke."
A puff of green smoke drifted past her right, and a man in black appeared in the smoke. The man looked to be about 27 or 28 years old, tall, and his face was as pale as Fang Chang's. He had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and his facial features were as firm as a knife. He pursed his lips tightly, and looked difficult to get along with.
The Lord of the Ghost Palace, the Right Prime Minister of the Ghost Realm, Yan Ke.
"Your Majesty." Yan Ke bowed slightly and saluted.
He Simu frowned and glanced at him, Yan Ke straightened up and changed his words: "Simu."
More than 300 years ago, the Ghost King died, and the Lord and Young Kingdom was in rebellion. The two palace masters, Jiang Ai and Yan Ke, helped He Simu to suppress the rebellion. Now that the world is at peace, these two have become the left and right prime ministers of the Ghost Realm.
These are the only two evil ghosts in the ghost world who can call He Simu's real name.
He Simu pointed at the chair next to her and said with a sweet smile: "Ayan, sit down."
This young ghost king was always moody and could change her attitude at any time. All the twenty-four ghost ministers were trembling in fear in front of her, and even Yan Ke and Jiang Ai were very cautious.
But usually, if He Simuru called him Yan Ke, they were king and subject. If He Simuru called him A Yan, they were friends.
Yan Ke relaxed a little, his tightly pursed lips softened a little, and he walked to the chair next to He Simu and sat down.
"Ayan, you've been busy lately, right? Jiang Ai doesn't like to meddle in other people's affairs. I'm afraid you'll have to handle all the big and small things in the ghost realm. Thank you for your hard work."
He Simu, the instigator, said this with a relaxed smile, and it was obvious that he felt no guilt at all.
Yan Ke frowned and looked at her, saying, "How long will you rest this time?"
"About half a year."
"Half a year? What kind of place is the ghost realm? If Your Majesty continues to be so lazy, I'm afraid he won't be able to suppress those restless hearts!"
He Simu looked at Yan Ke with burning eyes, her eyes contained some complicated emotions, and it was hard to tell whether she was smiling or not.
"When have I ever suppressed them? Haven't I always killed them all? As long as they can't defeat me, they will submit to me." She waved her hand to stop Yan Ke from preaching, and said, "I remember Shunzhou is your jurisdiction."
"yes."
"I want to find wandering souls. Among those who died in Shunzhou Gutai in August of the fifth year of Tianyuan, are there any wandering souls? Give me their names."
Yan Ke looked at He Simu for a moment and said, "Okay. But what do you want this for?"
"What should I do? I have nothing to do, so I'll just find something interesting to do." He Simu stroked the pearl in his hand.
Yan Ke saw that the girl she was staying with this time was a petite and sweet girl. Judging from her relaxed and happy expression, she had a lot of fun during this holiday. He would only see her smile so relaxedly when she possessed someone.
Yan Ke suddenly remembered the first time he saw her, she was wearing mourning clothes. The mysterious young master of the ghost world who grew up in the human world raised his eyes and smiled slightly, "My father has been reduced to ashes, so they think I am easy to bully?"
Then she carried the Ghost King Lamp and used her terrifying talent to kill her way through the ghost world, silencing all those with evil intentions.
She does have the capital to be lazy.
The window of the room behind He Simu was open, and the wind blew in from the window, rolling up the table curtains and making them flutter. In the night outside the window, the bright soul fire lamp that had been shining all night finally stopped slowly.
Danzhi suffered heavy losses in the sneak attack, and Duan Xu returned with a great victory. This battle greatly boosted the morale of Daliang and relieved the pressure on the Yuzhou battlefield.
But at the same time, the Dan support army Hulan army also entered Shuozhou and quickly recovered the four cities of Shuozhou. The Tabai army had almost no resistance. Some of them retreated to Liangzhou and blew up the Guanhe River, while some of them gathered in Shuozhou City. The strength of Shuozhou City reached 50,000 at one time.
Shuozhou City, the only way for Danzhi to reinforce its troops in Yuzhou, has thus become an isolated island.