Chen Ying stared at the scene in front of him in a daze. The sky and earth were vast, the grasslands were boundless, the bloody setting sun was hanging in the sky, and the lake reflected another sun. Han Lingqiu and Duan Xu had just presented him with a wonderful and breathtaking duel. He couldn't hear what Duan Xu and Han Lingqiu said, but now Han Lingqiu let go of Duan Xu, his body slowly shrunk, and he cried with his head in his hands.
Chen Ying had never seen Brother Han cry. In his impression, Han Lingqiu had always been a somewhat taciturn, resolute and serious senior, with a tall back that seemed never to be overwhelmed.
But now he was covered in a layer of red afterglow of the setting sun, and his whole body was trembling, as if the gloom of half a month had finally found an outlet, gushing out and drowning him.
Chen Ying was about to ask what was going on when he suddenly felt someone beside him. He turned around in surprise and saw He Simu. She was wearing a red dress and looking at the scene in front of her seriously with her hands behind her back. The sunlight fell on her pale face, as if she was also getting hot with the sunset.
"Little sister? When did you come?"
He Simu still looked at the two people and replied, "Neither early nor late."
Duan Xu squatted down and held Han Lingqiu's shoulders. Han Lingqiu raised his eyes and looked at him. Duan Xu then curved his eyes, just like he did when he was in Tian Zhizhis, just like when he was Han Lingqiu's general, and smiled lightly.
"You are no longer the same person you were before. If you were still the same person, you would have killed me without hesitation. And you have learned the art of shrinking bones, so my prison cannot hold you. Yet you have not escaped in the past half month."
Han Lingqiu cried miserably. He looked at Duan Xu for a moment, then smiled bitterly and shook his head.
He is not the person God knows, but he is not Han Lingqiu either. He has not thought it through yet, and he does not know how long it will take for him to do so.
Duan Xu was silent for a while, then patted his shoulder and said, "Ling Qiu, can you promise me that you will never go to Danzhi and never work for Danzhi?"
Han Lingqiu nodded slowly and said solemnly: "Okay."
Duan Xu stood up and said, "Then I won't force you to stay. Just go. We are only in our early twenties. We still have a long life ahead of us. We have a lot of time to think things through. Lingqiu, don't be afraid. Take your time."
He extended his hand to Han Lingqiu and said, "Stand up."
Han Lingqiu's eyes flickered, countless memories passed by chaotically but finally settled down at this moment, Duan Xu in the blood-red sunset. He seemed to be sure that in his twenties, the moment when he envied Duan Xu the most was now.
He reached out and held Duan Xu's hand, and then was pulled up from the ground by Duan Xu. Duan Xu said to him: Goodbye, Han Lingqiu.
He said - Thank you very much, take care, Duan Shuai.
Han Lingqiu left, walking farther and farther away in the sunset, turning into a small dot and then disappearing, taking nothing with him.
All the way while supporting Duan Xu back to the tent, Chen Ying was hesitant to speak. He really wanted to ask what happened between Han Lingqiu and Duan Xu, but he felt that the timing was not right, and his third brother didn't seem willing to talk either.
What's more, He Simu stood there with a cold face and didn't say a word, which made Chen Ying feel the cold wind shivering. He had no choice but to help Duan Xu back to the tent and quickly slipped away.
Duan Xu lit the lamp and sighed that it was not considerate to raise a younger brother. He was still injured and he didn't even bother to help bandage it and then he left. He smiled and pushed the wound medicine and gauze in front of He Simu, saying, "Your Highness the Ghost King has come at the right time. Please help me."
He Simu sneered, pushed him to sit on the bed, undressed him skillfully, picked up gauze and wound medicine to clean his wound. While cleaning, he said: "If he really can't control himself and hurts your vital parts, what will you do?"
"No, it won't. I'm destined to turn misfortune into fortune, and I know Ling Qiu... Hiss, it hurts! Si Mu, please be gentle!" Duan Xu begged for mercy while taking a breath.
He Simu raised his eyes to look at him and said, "Your bad habit of risking your life has not changed at all over the years. It was the same when you sneaked into the enemy camp last time, Duan Xiaohu, I told you to call me when you are in danger, have you forgotten?"
Duan Xu put his hand on hers, blinked seriously and said, "You? Are you so worried about me??"
He Simu smiled gently. She approached Duan Xu and looked into his eyes. She said slowly, "Don't pretend to be pitiful and fool me. Besides, I also want to ask you, what's wrong with your body?"
Duan Xu's eyes flickered, and he asked innocently, "What's wrong?"
"You? Why did you lose to Han Lingqiu?"
"He's improved, but I've regressed, and I'm giving in to him."
"Duan, Shun, Xi." He Simu called his name threateningly. She didn't have the patience to beat around the bush with him anymore, so she directly exposed the reason he didn't want to say: "Your five senses have declined."
Duan Xu couldn't help but clench his fists on the bed. He knew he couldn't hide it from He Simu, so he said frankly, "A little bit."
"When did it start?"
"Well... I don't remember. It's not serious. My five senses are much more sensitive than ordinary people. A slight decline is just the same as everyone else. What's more, I'm the commander-in-chief of an army now. I don't intend to rely on my martial arts to do anything unconventional, so this will have no impact." Duan Xu said lightly.
He Simu looked at Duan Xu suspiciously, and after a while he turned his eyes away and said, "The curse between you and me will eventually harm your body."
Duan Xu couldn't see her expression, but he could tell from her tone that she was in a state of emotional ups and downs. He immediately hugged her waist and consoled her, "We changed partners three times in the first year of our acquaintance, and only five times in the following three years. That's not much. Simu, people are meant to grow old, and all of their senses will decline. This is normal. If you dislike me now, what will I do when I get old? If you use your beauty to please others, your love will fade as your beauty fades..."
He Simu threw him on the bed. The bed in the military camp was very hard. Duan Xu cried out in pain. She looked down at him, narrowed her eyes and said, "You? Know? That?s not? what I meant."
Duan Xu looked at her for a moment, then laughed out loud.
"You? Want to quarrel with a wounded person?"
He Simu rubbed her forehead and pointed at Duan Xu and asked, "Is there really nothing wrong with your body?"
"No, no. Don't worry. Anyway, you've been coming to see me from time to time recently. Isn't the ghost world busy?"
He Simu was silent for a moment, then she turned over and lay beside Duan Xu, resting her head on his arm.
“It’s a mess.”
Duan Xu thought for a moment and said, "Oh, so you deliberately didn't stay in the ghost world to make them more chaotic?"
He Simu seemed to be thinking about something. She turned to look at Duan Xu and looked seriously into his bright eyes, the eyes she loved the most.
"Duan Xu, have you come to an end with Tian Zhixiao?"
"Well, I guess so."
"How does it feel?"
"It's very relaxing. I feel like I can go a long way again." Duan Xu lowered his head and kissed He Simu's forehead, and said to her: "With you."
He Simu finally buried her head in Duan Xu's chest. She said as if she was sighing, "Go to sleep. I'll stay with you. You have to see a doctor and take medicine tomorrow."
Duan Xu nodded, and hugged her as tightly as possible without hurting her wound. He felt that He Simu seemed to be worried. She didn't like to talk about her worries, but once she was unhappy in the ghost world, she would come to him frequently.
He thought it was a kind of dependence and was secretly happy about it.
The ghost world has been in a state of chaos recently because of Bai Sanxing's appearance. All the ghosts are looking for him, but no one can find him.
Quzhou is under the jurisdiction of Daliang in the human world and is Jiang Ai's territory in the ghost world. The traitor Bai Sanxing, who was wanted by the Ghost King, is now sitting in Jiang Ai's Quzhou mansion drinking.
He looked like a handsome man in his thirties, with pale skin and cold body like all evil spirits. However, he was even whiter than ordinary evil spirits. His hair and eyelashes were all white. His whole body seemed to be made of snow, and the scars on his arms could be seen when he stretched out his hand.
In fact, he is more like a piece of porcelain with ice cracks than Duan Xu.
"What you stole this time was my century-old Drunken Dreams Fairy. There is no other jar of it in the world. It is worth a fortune." Jiang Ai walked into the courtyard and looked annoyed when he saw the wine in Bai Sanxing's hand.
Bai Sanxing raised his eyebrows and glanced at her, shaking the wine pot and said, "What's the difference between drinking a hundred-year-old wine and drinking water? Jiang Ai, it's been more than three hundred years, why are you still collecting these meaningless things?"
He was still the same as he was three hundred years ago, always criticizing all her preferences and calling them meaningless. When Bai Sanxing wanted to take another sip, the wine pot floated into the air. Jiang Ai held up his right hand and said, "Then don't drink it."
Bai Sanxing's eyes turned cold as he stared at Jiang Ai. The wine pot was pulled left and right by the two people's magic power, trembling and moving back and forth between them. There was a red bell tied to the white bracelet on Jiang Ai's wrist, and the bell suddenly rang softly at this moment.
It was just a very light sound, but Bai Sanxing was struck by lightning, and covered his forehead with a low groan, and the wine pot flew to Jiang Ai. Jiang Ai stroked her bracelet and said with some pride: "Don't forget, you can't resist me now."
Bai Sanxing? He looked at her with gritted teeth.
"What's wrong? Are you not convinced? Who relied on his own magical powers to imprison me for two hundred years? Now things have changed, and now he finally understands how I felt back then?"
"I've been locked up in the Nine Palaces Prison for three hundred years. Three hundred years isn't enough? What else do you want?"
Jiang Ai's smile became empty. She raised her chin slightly and said, "Yeah, what else can happen between us?"
After a pause, she waved to the right of the courtyard, and the water in the wine pot flew out like a blade. A figure suddenly appeared and dodged the water blade. Jiang Ai looked at the evil ghost and chuckled, "You Cheng is here, why don't you show up?"
Yan Ke stood on the courtyard wall and looked at the two of them coldly.
As soon as Bai Sanxing saw Yan Ke, his eyes were filled with rage. He shouted, "How dare you appear in front of me?", and fought with Yan Ke in a flash of white light, with the intention of completely destroying Yan Ke. This was possible three hundred years ago, but Bai Sanxing had already wasted three hundred years of magic power in the Nine Palaces Prison, and was no longer as strong as before.
Jiang Ai raised her hand, and as the bell rang softly, she called out, "Bai Sanxing, come back."
Bai Sanxing? It was as if something was strangling his throat. He disappeared all of a sudden and then appeared behind Jiang Ai, unable to move.
Yan Ke examined everything that happened and said, "It was you who secretly kept Bai Sanxing's heart candle, and now you have awakened him and found a way to control him. Lord Zuo Cheng, what exactly do you want to do?"
"What does what I want to do have to do with the Right Prime Minister? Since the Right Prime Minister is here, I would like to ask you, if the king knew that her father, the former Ghost King, died at your hands, what would you do?"
Yan Ke's eyes suddenly focused.