When the sun rose, Jiang Ai saw He Simu on the street of Yuzhou City. She was walking alone on the street, her steps were very slow, as if she was relaxing, and no one knew what she was thinking.
Jiang Ai walked up to her, pointed at the corner of He Simu's mouth and asked strangely: "Your Majesty, what is that on your lips?"
He Simu touched the corner of his mouth and said, "Medicine juice."
Jiang Ai was even more surprised. Why would an evil ghost need to drink medicine? She instantly thought of the little boy in the human world. Looking at He Simu's expression, she swallowed her question.
They walked side by side on the streets of Yuzhou City. The ghost world was in chaos now, and all the hall masters returned to their own territories to command the ghost army. Those who rebelled rebelled, while those who defended the current king followed He Simu's orders to send troops to attack. There were not many evil ghosts living in Yuzhou City.
"Bai Sanxing has been performing very well recently." He Simu chatted.
"He wants to eat Yan Ke alive, so he will work the hardest on the battlefield. Yan Ke can't use the Ghost King Lamp, and he can't beat you with his own magic power." Jiang Ai said, and then asked curiously: "Why can't Yan Ke use the Ghost King Lamp? His magic power is not weak, he should be able to control the Ghost King Lamp."
He Simu smiled lightly and said casually: "As long as I'm still here, he won't be able to use the Ghost King Lamp."
They walked to a corner of the empty street and saw a patch of begonias blooming on the roadside. It was the time when the flowers were in full bloom, and they spread out gorgeously to the end of the street. He Simu stopped walking and squatted down to look at these flowers with stretched postures. The map of Yuzhou City drawn by Duan Xu appeared in her mind.
Begonia, Acacia. This bunch of flowers is light pink, like the sunset glow in autumn, a light layer spread on the horizon after the sun sets, the smell is very light, the fragrance is a bit cold, like a little ointment mixed with dew.
Seeing this bunch of begonias, Jiang Ai seemed to remember something and said, "All the wood and pigments you requested have arrived and are piled up at the foot of the back mountain. Cinnabar, red lead, carbon black, malachite, orpiment, what kind of palace are you planning to build? So fancy? You can't even tell the difference."
He Simu remained silent. She reached out her hand to touch the begonia and suddenly asked Jiang Ai, "Aunt Jiang Ai, do you still remember what it feels like to be in pain?"
Jiang Ai was stunned. She thought for a while and said with some frustration: "I forgot. I only remember that it was a bad feeling."
"It's so strange, I clearly can't feel it." He Simu said softly.
Why did she feel pain? From the moment she saw Duan Xu until now.
Jiang Ai, Bai Sanxing, He Jia Fengyi and even her distant parents and relatives all said that she was very powerful and she would be the strongest ghost king.
Is it really so
She had never been so desperate. She desperately wanted to have the power to protect him and save him from old age, illness, pain and death.
But she was powerless, she could not fight against the birth, aging, sickness and death of mortals.
She hated her powerlessness.
This time, Duan Xu brought 10,000 soldiers from the front line and stationed them on the outskirts of Nandu, under the pretext of returning victoriously to meet the new monarch. However, if the new monarch refused to let him return to the front line, the role of these soldiers would be another matter.
After the high fever subsided, Duan Xu rested for a few days, then ignored the advice of his doctor and sister and rode out of the city to visit the military camp outside the city. He just walked slowly on the streets of Nandu, and galloped out of the city. The north wind blew his clothes and hairband, the trees were bleak and dusty in the winter, and the scenery passed by him quickly.
When they were still some distance away from the military camp, the horse suddenly neighed, stopped, and even took two steps back. Duan Xu stroked the horse's mane, and in the flying dust, he saw a group of people wearing armor and holding weapons, who looked like soldiers, suddenly appeared in front of him, as if they had emerged from the ground in an instant.
Judging from the appearance of these soldiers, they are not his soldiers, nor are they the imperial guards in the city. With this bizarre way of appearance and the eerie atmosphere, these soldiers with pale faces and black eyes should not be human at all.
Duan Xu pulled the reins, thinking that the battle with Simu seemed not over yet.
"Master Duan, be careful!" A loud shout came from somewhere, and suddenly three monks in Taoist robes appeared and stood in front of Duan Xu's horse.
Duan Xu looked at the three young men in white robes in surprise. They chanted something and threw an umbrella-shaped magic weapon over his head, and a magic circle quickly appeared around Duan Xu. The evil ghosts pounced on him like a black cloud, and the monks swung their swords and fought like lightning splitting a black cloud, with ashes all over the sky.
Duan Xu jumped off his horse, looked at the magic circle emitting golden light under his feet, and then looked at the magic weapon above his head. For a moment, he thought, "This feeling of being protected by someone is really special."
"Three young men, excuse me, who are you?" he asked loudly.
"We are disciples of Xingqing Palace, and we are here to protect you on the orders of Senior Brother Fengyi." One of the cultivators responded while busy killing ghosts.
As expected. Duan Xu watched them fight each other. This was a completely unfamiliar area for him, so he held his sword and leaned on his horse, standing obediently in the formation. All the evil spirits that wanted to approach him were rejected by the formation, and could only rage outside the golden light with their fangs and claws.
Among the three, a tall and thin monk in white flew over and killed the evil ghost outside the formation with a sword. He was about to turn around and join the melee again, but he suddenly stopped.
The monk slowly turned around and looked at Duan Xu. He raised his hand with a somewhat stiff posture, took back the magic weapon and dismantled the formation. Duan Xu's eyes fixed.
"What are you doing! Mu Xi!" his companion shouted.
Before he finished speaking, Duan Xu's Delusion-Breaking Sword was unsheathed and placed on the cultivator's neck. Duan Xu narrowed his eyes and said with a smile, "Come out of his body, Yan Ke."
The monk was silent for a moment, then said, "You have a very sharp eye."
After saying that, he lowered his eyes to look at the sword beside his neck, then raised his eyes and asked, "Are you going to kill this monk who came to save you?"
Duan Xu's eyes flashed.
The monk who was possessed by the ghost walked away with a sword in his hand and turned against the remaining two men. The two monks were both surprised and angry, and were already struggling to resist while being surrounded by many evil ghosts.
The evil ghost soldiers who took the opportunity to approach Duan Xu were chopped to pieces by the Delusion-Breaking Sword in his hand. He was more than capable of dealing with evil ghosts of this level. He had just summoned He Simu, but now there was no sign of her appearing. It seemed that she had already handed him over to He Jia Fengyi. Seeing that the dark cloud with ghostly aura was about to submerge the two monks, Duan Xu thought for a moment and thought that they could not beat Yan Ke anyway, so he simply put the left sword of the Delusion-Breaking Sword on his neck.
"Yan Ke, let's make a deal." He said loudly.
The possessed monk turned his head and looked at Duan Xu with a pair of dark eyes.
"You came to rob me, you definitely don't want to take away just a corpse? Go back? I'll go with you. You release these three young men, and... my horse." Duan Xu smiled and pointed at the good horse beside him.
The monk looked at Duan Xu for a while, waved his hand and the evil ghost that was attacking stopped. The tall and solemn evil ghost in blue came out of the monk's body, walked over the ashes of the dead evil ghosts on the ground and walked in front of Duan Xu, saying coldly: "Duan Shunxi, I wonder how long you can keep laughing."
Duan Xu sheathed his sword, his smile fading when he saw the Ghost King Lamp jade pendant on Yan Ke's waist.
Yan Ke said that he would make Duan Xu unable to laugh, and he really kept his promise.
Duan Xu was blindfolded and taken to an unknown place. He was tortured for the first time in a long time. The corners of his lips were cracked, and it hurt when he smiled. He was tied to a rack, and it felt like there were few good spots on his body. The last time he was injured so badly was probably when he fought with Fifteen. He didn't know if his body could bear it after vomiting blood and having a fever.
But maybe it was a good thing that the pain subsided, otherwise he would have fainted from the pain. At this moment, no matter how the evil spirits who tortured him yelled and cursed, Duan Xu just tilted his head - pretending to be dead.
The voices of the evil spirits around suddenly quieted down, and footsteps were approaching.
Duan Xu thought it was probably Yan Ke who came.
"What's up with him?"
"Your Majesty, he has been knocked unconscious." The evil ghost who was carrying out the execution said flatteringly.
Your Majesty? Has Yan Ke already declared himself king? Why is Ghost King Deng here with him? How is Simu
A series of questions floated through Duan Xu's mind, and he only heard Yan Ke smile coldly and said, "Simu, you protected him very well. It took me a lot of effort to get him."
Duan Xu's heart suddenly lifted up, and time seemed to stand still for a moment. In the silence, He Simu's voice rang out. It seemed to come from some magical instrument, and it seemed distant and vague.
"Oh? You also know that you are finished, and you have started to do such things." After a year, He Simu's voice was nonchalant and very calm.
"Last time you were willing to exchange the Ghost King Lamp for his life. What do you want to exchange it for this time?" Yan Ke said faintly.
Exchange the Ghost King's Lamp for his life
Duan Xu was stunned.
Everything that happened on the day of separation a year ago flashed through his mind, from He Simu's gaze to Chen Ying's consolation, and stopped at one sentence Chen Ying said - it was the little sister who brought the antidote back.
The day she left, it seemed that she did not have the Ghost King Lamp with her.
So He Simu exchanged the Ghost King Lamp for his antidote. At this critical moment, He Simu lost the Ghost King Lamp, so the war that could have ended in half a year continued until today.
Duan Xu's heart sank to the bottom of the lake which was half ice water and half fire. He slowly clenched his fists.
He Simu laughed over there. She said, "Hahaha, what are you exchanging for? Don't you know how good the Ghost King Lamp is that I gave you in exchange? I have done my best for him. Now there is nothing between him and me. You can kill him if you want."
"He Simu!" Yan Ke's voice suddenly rose, and he seemed to have dropped something, with a loud clang. He angrily said, "What did you do to the Ghost King Lamp? Why? Why can't I use the Ghost King Lamp?"
The room was silent for a moment, and then laughter was heard.
"Hahahahaha… Poor Yan Ke, you've been trying to find my vital point for three hundred years and can't find it. Now you get the Ghost King Lantern but can't use it. You can't beat me, you can't kill me, and yet you fell in love with me. How could there be such a stupid guy like you?"
After a pause, He Simu said calmly: "I might as well tell you that three hundred years ago, I peeled off a piece of my soul and merged it into the Ghost King Lamp. The Ghost King Lamp is what you have always dreamed of, my life gate."
This sentence was like a shot through the heart, and Yan Ke froze.
He Simu's voice floated vaguely, as if she was pitying me but also provoking me. She said, "If you want to kill me, just destroy the Ghost King Lamp. But are you willing to do that?"
Without the supreme treasure, the Ghost King Lamp, how could Yan Ke defeat Jiang Ai and Bai Sanxing? How could he legitimately become the Ghost King? Evil ghosts are lustful, and the evil ghosts fighting for power are extremely greedy. Who can destroy the Ghost King Lamp that they have obtained with great effort
But as long as He Simu has not turned to ashes, her soul is still in the Ghost King Lamp, and no one can drive the Ghost King Lamp without her permission.
The only way to get the Ghost King Lamp is to destroy it.
This was the death trap she had set for every evil ghost vying for the throne since she entered the ghost realm.