Jiang Ai opened her eyes wide: "What?"
It's already this time? What nonsense is he talking about? Extinguished? How can the Heart Candle break free from the illusion of the Nine Palaces Prison
The heart candle flickered in the air, and its light was completely swallowed up by the darkness.
In an instant, darkness surged like a torrent, sweeping the boy away from Jiang Ai's sight, along with his bright eyes. Jiang Ai held up his heart candle and shouted, "Little boy, little boy!"
There was no echo, no human figure, only endless darkness, like the belly of a beast that devoured everything. Bai Sanxing also disappeared, and the palace changed. Duan Xu's illusion also took him away.
Jiang Ai gritted her teeth and shouted, "I agreed?! You find a way to get out alive!"
Otherwise, she would be the one to be locked up in the Nine Palaces Prison.
Jiang Ai rushed out of the exit of the Nine Palaces Prison and appeared in front of the palace hall in an instant. She didn't care about her usual manners, and shouted as she climbed the stairs: "Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Si Mu!"
As soon as He Simu's voice fell, He Simu's red figure instantly appeared in front of Jiang Ai, and Jiang Ai almost bumped into He Simu.
He Simu still had the memorial in her hand, probably dealing with something just now. She snapped her fingers and the memorial turned into smoke. She frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"
Jiang Ai grabbed He Simu's wrist and said, "Bai Sanxing hasn't been wiped out yet, he's still in the Nine Palaces Prison!"
He Simu was stunned, and asked in surprise: "You went to the Nine Palaces Prison? You met him?"
Bai Sanxing was the leader of the Ghost Hall before Yan Ke. After the death of the previous Ghost King, he rebelled and became the most powerful force among the ghosts. At its peak, there were five Ghost Halls attached to him. He was also the only evil ghost who could fight He Simu to a draw. Later, He Simu, Jiang Ai and Yan Ke, the then deputy leader of the Ghost Hall, teamed up to trick Bai Sanxing into the Nine Palaces Prison and extinguished his heart candle to make him lost and unable to get out.
If Bai Sanxing had not been imprisoned in the Nine Palaces Prison, He Simu would not have been able to quell the rebellion so quickly.
"Well... then..." Jiang Ai sighed and said, "Your little friend's heart candle was cut off by Bai Sanxing and he got lost in the Nine Palaces Prison."
"I'm afraid this kid won't come back."
He Simu's eyes fixed, and he suddenly grabbed her arm tightly.
When Xusheng saw the gathering of He Simu, Jiang Ai and Yan Ke in front of him, he felt just like his name - he felt uneasy.
He looked around with his pure white eyes without pupils, thinking that it was becoming increasingly difficult to be a gatekeeper. When the wife of the former Ghost King came here, he did not let her in and ended up giving her a lecture. This time, the fiancé of the current Ghost King came here, and he let her in after learning his lesson, so why was the fiancé still left in
"That boy wanted to go in on his own initiative. Jiang Ai can testify for me! I gave the Heart Candle to him safely. Who would have known that he..." Xusheng defended himself loudly, his eyes moving rapidly around the locust wood door.
He Simu raised her hand to stop him. She was wearing a red gown with a golden crabapple pattern, and her eyes were as cold as the silver tassels on her forehead.
She said, "Give me a candle of the heart, and I will go in and find him."
Yan Ke stepped forward to stop her, frowning and saying, "Simu, he has lost his mind. Not to mention that you can't find him even if you go in, and even if you find him, you can't bring him out. What's more, Bai Sanxing is still in there. If he does anything to you, you will be in danger."
He Simu said: "I have entered the Nine Palaces Prison dozens of times, and I have never met Bai Sanxing before. Moreover, he has been imprisoned for hundreds of years, and his magic power has been greatly depleted. He is no longer my opponent."
"But the child has been lost in the illusion. Without the Heart Candle, he cannot get out of the Nine Palaces Prison." Jiang Ai also followed suit. Of course, she didn't have any good ideas. Even a powerful evil ghost like Bai Sanxing would be trapped in the Nine Palaces Prison forever if he lost his Heart Candle. What could a mortal child do
What's more, the maze is full of hungry evil spirits who have been there for dozens or even hundreds of years. If the child gets lost, it would be strange if he is not pounced on by hungry tigers. She can only announce his obituary here.
He Simu shook her head and said, "His fate and mine are connected. If I find him and guide his heart candle to reignite on mine, he might wake up."
When He Simu said this, Jiang Ai and Yan Ke were both greatly surprised. Yan Ke even pressed He Simu's shoulders excitedly and shouted, "What are you talking about? Let him use your heart candle? What if he can't wake up and extinguishes it? What about your heart candle? You will be lost in the Nine Palaces Prison together and there will be no return?! Do you want to become the next Bai Sanxing? You can't go!"
He Simu looked at Yan Ke calmly and said, "Let go, Yan Ke. He is a living person. He will die. The longer he stays in the maze, the more dangerous he will be."
"I won't let go. How can you... How can you do this for a mere mortal?" Yan Ke was angry and incredulous.
He Simu's eyes flickered, and the wind around her suddenly rose. The fine threads of wind curled up and lifted Yan Ke's hand, pushing him away.
She spoke slowly and carefully, "No, he is just a mortal. Duan Xiaohu is my cursed person. He is my property. I want him to live in this world and he cannot die."
He Simu walked straight to the gate and took her heart candle from Xusheng's eyes. The flame of the heart candle lit up, and as the gate opened, she disappeared into the chaotic darkness.
The moment she disappeared, the strong wind that stopped Yan Ke also disappeared. Jiang Ai didn't even bother to stop He Simu. She said to Yan Ke helplessly, "Don't you know her? You can't stop her."
Yan Ke's eyes darkened. Dark.
After entering the Nine Palaces Prison, He Simu held up his heart candle and took out the curse pearl with the other hand, calling out, "Go find Duan Xu!"
The pearl emitted a soft light in the endless darkness, pointing forward. He Simu walked forward in the direction of the light, sometimes calling Duan Xu, sometimes calling Duan Shunxi, and once or twice calling Duan Xiaohuli.
From time to time, I could hear screams and cries of pain, but none of them came from Duan Xu.
He was as quiet as a drop of water falling into the ocean, never to be found again.
He Simu kept walking in the direction of the pearl. The pearl showed Duan Xu's route in the Nine Palaces Maze. He had passed through the "Jingmen", "Dumen", "Shangmen" and even the "Simen". He had to go through countless different illusions along the way. He did not seem to be like those lost evil spirits who were circling in the Nine Palaces. His route was surprisingly clear.
When He Simu walked through the Jingmen Gate, he even wondered if Duan Xu was not trapped in the illusion and walked out of the Shengmen Gate on his own
While she was thinking this, the light from the bright pearl suddenly reached her head. Under the range of the heart candle's light, it illuminated the tip of a sword pointing straight at her, emitting a cold light.
It is the sword that breaks delusion.
He Simu stopped walking. The sword gradually entered the range of light and approached her throat. She saw a pair of black boots stepping into the light, followed by a young man in a black round-necked robe, a high ponytail, and a black and silver headband.
His clothes were dark and light in color, all the way to his face, probably the blood of the evil spirits he had killed along the way. The veil on his head had disappeared, revealing his handsome and sharp face and a pair of dark eyes. Those eyes were just like when he was in the mood for killing, the light was scattered without focus, like an endless ocean surging wildly.
He Simu thought, she underestimated the Nine Palaces Maze and overestimated Duan Xu, but he was still trapped in the illusion.
But not entirely, he seemed to be able to sense her. After all, he could still point the sword at her accurately.
He Simu didn't know what he saw or heard, and she didn't know what he saw her in at the moment. She just put the pearl in her arms and put it away properly, then raised her eyes to look at the unfocused eyes and called out, "Duan Xu."
The moment she finished speaking, Duan Xu's sword of breaking delusion was pressed against her throat.
Duan Xu was not an evil ghost, so she could not call him by name, but she felt that his name was like a spell to him. He had reiterated and asked her to call him by his name countless times.
"Duan Xu, I'm He Simu."
He Simu did not dodge, letting the sword of breaking delusion open a wound on her neck, drawing blood and reducing her magic power. She spoke word by word: "Little fox Duan, wake up."
She stretched out her hand and grasped his sword. Dark red blood flowed from her pale and gray hand, flowing along the sword and over the words "破惑" engraved on the sword. The words then glowed faintly.
She said in her heart, Powangjian, since you have chosen him, please save him again.
Duan Xu's blood-red eyes seemed to tremble. He closed his eyes as if trying hard to get rid of something, and then opened his eyes again.
The sword against He Simu's throat was slowly lowered. He seemed to still be in the illusion, staggering confusedly and fragilely, as if he understood Simu's words, but also seemed not to understand them.
"He Simu." He murmured.
"Um."
"He Simu."
"it's me."
He walked closer to He Simu step by step, calling her name in a low voice, his eyes passing through her body, not knowing where he fell in the illusion.
Duan Xu staggered in front of her, paused for a moment, stretched out his hand like a blind man, groping and tentatively touching He Simu's arm.
Then his hand slid down the smooth silk of her sleeve, grasped her hanging wrist, wrapped her hand, and then intertwined their fingers and held her hand together.
He Simu's hand had just been cut by the Sword of Breaking Delusion, and his fingers were covered in blood, staining his hand red.
"What are you doing?" He Simu looked at their clasped hands.
She didn't expect Duan Xu's answer, but she heard him reply to her softly: "In... hold your heart."
He raised his eyes, and a faint light seemed to condense in his blood-red eyes. He smiled gently, leaned over and hugged He Simu, just like the day when he attacked the enemy camp, he released all his strength and entrusted this heavy body to her.
"You are the real He Simu, you have no pulse, your blood is cold, and you have the scent of my agarwood on you." He murmured.
He Simu patted Duan Xu's back, his forehead resting on the side of her neck. She looked at the door of life that was so close in front of her, thinking that if he had come a little later, he might have been able to find the door of life, and maybe he could really rekindle the candle of his heart by himself.
"Yes, I'll pick you up." She said softly.
"You came to pick me up?" Duan Xu repeated. He buried his head in He Simu's neck and chuckled softly.
"That's great. He Simu is here to pick me up. This is the first time in my life that someone has come to pick me up."
After he finished speaking, He Simu heard the sound of the Sword of Delusion Breaking falling to the ground, and his arm fell from behind her. He Simu half-knelt on the ground as his body slid down, supporting his shoulders, the pearl emitting a bright light between them, and the talisman was running quickly.
The heart candle in her hand jumped, and the blue flame split in the middle, becoming half blue and half red, and they burned together in a strange way.
Yan Ke said just now that when she gave her heart candle to Duan Xu, if Duan Xu still couldn't wake up, she would extinguish her heart candle together. But she never worried about this, as if she believed that he would wake up as if the four seasons changed and the morning and evening changed.
This young general appeared by her side for only a short period of time, compared to her long life, he was like a drop of water in a torrent.
But she could clearly see his reflection in the drop of water, which had the eight words "Mind is as hard as stone, gods and Buddhas do not fear" written on it.