Yan Ke's expression froze and he was about to explode, but then he saw He Simu close the letter, raised his eyes and smiled, "He is not my lover. Jiang Ai, stop making fun of me and A Yan all the time."
When she spoke this time, her expression and the atmosphere were much more relaxed, no longer as majestic and oppressive as before.
Jiang Ai shook her head disapprovingly, and the golden jade on her head made a crisp sound. She sighed and said, "Are you kidding? If it was just a joke, then why does A Yan have such an expression? Shouldn't a thousand-year-old evil ghost have such a low level of self-restraint?"
Seeing Yan Ke's eyes grow colder, Jiang Ai put away his expression of watching a show and said, "I won't tease you guys anymore. I'm going to go see the new kid."
Jiang Ai was the richest among the twenty-four palace masters. If watching the excitement could be ranked, then Jiang Ai would definitely be the undisputed number one in the ghost world. She bowed and walked towards the palace gate with a leisurely pace. The rings on her body jingled along the way, making expensive sounds, and finally stopped under the tall white palace gate. Jiang Ai looked up and chatted with the hanging boy.
Yan Ke watched this scene from a distance, then turned back to look at He Simu. He said solemnly, "Simu, how come you suddenly lost your magic power?"
He Si? Mu Youran said: "Isn't it enough that I have magic power now?"
Yan Ke was silent for a moment, then sighed, "Forget it, I'm glad you're okay. What about the Ghost Palace Master? How are you going to hunt him down?"
"Well? I have my own arrangements."
Over the years, Si Mu has become more and more independent and more difficult to understand. She is no longer as dependent on him as before.
"All right."
Yan Ke sighed again and bowed and left the hall. He stood outside the hall and looked at the palace gate for a moment, but finally walked over there. Seeing him coming, Jiang Ai smiled and said, "Speaking of Cao Cao, Cao Cao is here. This is our Lord Yan Ke, the Lord of the Ghost Hall. When the rivals meet, they must be extremely jealous."
It seemed that she had repeated in front of this mortal what she had just said in the temple.
The young man's left and right hands were hung by ropes on both sides, high up on the palace gate. His expression could not be seen under the black veil, but he smiled nonchalantly and said, "Nice to meet you, Master Yan."
Unlike Jiang Ai who loved to joke all day, Yan Ke rarely laughed. If any evil ghost saw Yan Ke laughing, he would probably be so surprised that he would tell the story for hundreds of years. This Right Prime Minister was always solemn and dignified, as if there was frost in his body. Except for He Simu, other evil ghosts and people could only hear his icy tone and the arrogance of a person who had been in a high position for a long time.
Yan Ke frowned, and seeing that the young man showed no fear at all, he asked, "Why did the king hang you here?"
"I offended Simu, so naturally I was punished by her. It's my honor to be hung here by her."
Yan Ke's pupils shrank, and he said slowly: "How dare a mere mortal address the king by his name?"
Before the living person could answer, Jiang Ai said, "I saw him calling the king's name in person, and the king didn't say anything. So, the Right Prime Minister doesn't have to be angry on his behalf, right?"
Jiang Ai, the money-loving leader of the Ghost Palace, runs gambling houses and brothels to make countless fortunes. She has been in the world for thousands of years. She is good at talking and has a sharp eye. There are few people in the entire ghost world who can argue with her. It seems that she is protecting this living person.
Yan Ke glanced at Jiang Ai. Knowing that he could not get any benefit from Jiang Ai and would probably be laughed at by her, he left without saying anything else.
Jiang Ai looked at Yan Ke's back, sighed, and looked up at the young man whose face and name she couldn't see. Compared to him, she was more familiar with the black sword with silver edges at his waist.
It was also because of this sword that she said a few more words on behalf of the young man.
"I haven't seen this sword for a long time. Are you the new owner of the Sword of Delusion Breaking?"
Duan Xu smiled and said, "That's right. Thank you, Lord Zuo Cheng. Do you know the previous owner of the Sword of Breaking Delusion?"
"The previous owner? Wasn't he the forger of this sword, Simu's uncle, the former God of Heaven's Secret, Ju'an?"
Seeing that Duan Xu seemed a little surprised, Jiang Ai chuckled and said, "Why, didn't Simu tell you that this sword was made by her uncle? It seems that Simu and you are not very close."
Duan Xu seemed to be thinking about something. He said, "Master of the Ghost Palace, do you know Si Mu's parents and aunt and uncle?"
"I have a very good relationship with them. When the former Ghost King was alive, he respectfully called me Aunt Jiang Ai, and Si Mu followed her father and called me that."
"Then can you tell me about her childhood?" Duan Xu bent down as much as he could, glanced at Si Mu who was concentrating on handling official business in the palace in the distance, and said in a low voice.
Jiang Ai turned her head and smiled softly: "Why should I tell you? What can you give me?"
After a pause, she said, "Child, it's not fun to inquire about the Ghost King's past."
Duan Xu shook his head and said with a smile: "I'm not doing this for fun."
Jiang Ai looked at this living person who was hung high on the palace gate but was still leisurely and comfortable, and thought that this was really a brave and bright child.
A sheep among wolves, yet he can be so contented? If he wasn't the one she loved, she would really like to taste his soul fire.
Not long after Jiang Ai left, He Simu finished his official business and ordered the ghost servant to clean up the ashes left by Fang Chang. Then he walked out of the hall and looked up to see Duan Xu hanging on the palace gate.
He was swaying in the air leisurely and contentedly, not looking like he was here to be punished but rather like he was here to bask in the sun.
She narrowed her eyes slightly, stopped, and turned the Ghost King Lamp in her hand absentmindedly.
This was really strange. A living person would feel pain, wouldn't he have cried out in the past when he felt a little pain, saying that she didn't know how to use enough force? Why was he silent at this moment
This guy has only lived for less than 20 years, how can he be so bold and fearless
Duan Xu smelled a familiar fragrance, and when he looked up, he saw He Simu sitting on the Ghost King lamp pole, floating in the air in front of him.
So he smiled and said, "I miss you."
"You? What have you been reflecting on these half days?" He Simu asked calmly, as if he was a teacher checking homework in the academy.
Duan Xu seemed to think seriously for a while. He looked at He Simu through the black veil, blinking his sincere eyes: "I just kept thinking, after I kissed you and killed the assassin, you looked at me for a long time without saying a word. What were you thinking at that time?"
He Simu thought that he was really slow to react in this way.
"Just this question? Then I can tell you, I thought that when I regained my magic power, I would make you regret it."
Duan Xu nodded and shook his head, his voice full of smiles, and he said slowly: "Besides that, I guess you were still wondering why I kissed you at that time? You might have thought that I was attracted by your beauty, confused, distracted, or just to provoke you, so I kissed you. But you soon found out that it was not the case."
Duan Xu looked into He Simu's eyes and said firmly and clearly: "You found that I seemed to be serious, so you didn't say anything. Even now, you just hang me on the palace gate instead of killing me, right?"
If she really felt that he intended to insult her, she would not let him live in this world even if he was the curse-maker she hadn't seen in hundreds of years.
He Simu raised her chin slightly, and said calmly, "Is it fun for you to keep guessing and making things mysterious like this?"
"Then I will be honest with you about what I was thinking at that time. I was indeed confused and infatuated with you. I thought you were so cute. I would never meet a girl like you again, and I would never be so moved by someone else again."
He Simu's eyes flashed, but he just listened.
"After a few days, I will calm down and think carefully." Duan Xu paused, smiled leisurely and said, "I found that the facts are indeed so."
He Simu frowned, but didn't show any surprise. Her fingers were circling around the Ghost King Lamp Jade Pendant on her waist, her pale eyelids drooped and then raised, and she said: "It's common for young people to be moved for a moment, and it's not surprising that you like me. I've seen many people like you, but you should be the smartest one among them. As smart as you are, you should think clearly before speaking."
"I've thought it through."
"No, you don't. Do you really know me?"
"I want to 'get to know you'."
"Duan Shunxi, you can't do it." After a pause, she added: "I don't need you to understand me either."
He Simu's tone was indifferent, not moved by Duan Xu's words at all, and she pushed his feelings back without question. After she said this, she turned around and left on the Ghost King Lantern, leaving Duan Xu with a merciless back. Duan Xu turned his head and stared at her back for a long time, then sighed softly.
When night fell, the royal city became a little quieter, but not very quiet, after all, evil spirits don't sleep. Duan Xu knew that being hung on the palace gate of the evil spirit royal city was like a piece of fat meat hanging over the heads of a group of hungry tigers. Who wouldn't be eager to take a bite? If it weren't for He Simu's majesty, he would have been eaten long ago.
In addition, after being hung for a whole day, the pain in his arm had gradually turned into numbness. Duan Xu simply decided not to sleep and just admired the palace and the ghost town from this excellent view point.
At first glance, the roofs were all white, as if they were in an extremely cold place where the snow never melted all year round. Although the weather was gradually getting warmer, it still felt cold, and the eyes were cold to the heart. There were all kinds of black patterns on the palace walls and the walls of the houses. Duan Xu didn't quite understand them, but he thought they were probably related to some spells. Most of the people living here were the masters of the Ghost Palace and their retainers. They didn't look for food here, so it was always solemn and quiet.
There is no atmosphere of fireworks and no popularity.
A city looks like a big coffin.
Does He Simu usually live in a place like this? No wonder he always has to go outside to get some fresh air.
Duan Xu was thinking when he caught some slight rustling sounds. His thoughts returned, and he lifted the Delusion-Breaking Sword on his waist with his right foot. The sword swung up and was caught by his right hand. He bit the sword tassel and pulled out the sword with his right hand, cut the rope that bound his left hand, and rolled over to avoid a flying evil ghost.
The whole action took only a moment. He quickly cut the rope on his right hand, fell to the ground and somersaulted a few times, looking at the strong and tall evil ghost who also fell in front of him. This evil ghost looked like a fierce and fierce man in his forties. Without saying much, he ran towards Duan Xu again.
There is really a brave guy who actually wants to eat him when it is dark and windy. Isn’t he afraid of being killed by He Simu
Duan Xu thought, his food wouldn't be so delicious that any evil ghost would dare to come and eat his "last meal".
"I'm not food." Duan Xu made a sword flower, and said to the big guy rushing in front of him with a smile: "If you want to eat me, you don't have to worry about breaking your teeth."
The next day, when He Simu arrived at the palace gate, he found Duan Xu still hanging on the door, but the height seemed wrong, as if the rope had become shorter and he was hung higher.
"what's wrong with you?"
"Last night, an evil ghost wanted to eat me, so I cut the rope and fought with him. After I successfully drove him away, I thought I couldn't offend you, so I tied myself up and hung myself up again."
Duan Xu smiled brightly. He Simu thought, I have never seen such a self-aware guy.
He Simu frowned and was silent for a while, then said, "Forget it."
After she said this, the rope on Duan Xu's hand turned into smoke and disappeared. He fell to the ground from the palace gate, rolled a few times, rubbed his shoulders and arms, and slowly stood up.
"Are you going to let me go just like that?" he asked with a smile.
He Simuxin said, he didn't look like he was being punished at all. She had made yesterday's conversation very clear, and he didn't look like he was being hit at all.
He is always too persistent and overconfident.
"Hang you again? How long? It's the same. Don't get in my way."