The separation from the Holy City only lasted less than half a year.
Half a year ago, Yunlou Qingshu was walking in the Holy City, elegant and beautiful, with indescribable dignity and solemnity in every move.
But now, he was sitting on the ground with unkempt hair, exuding a strong smell of alcohol, and there was a puddle of vomit in the corner that had not been cleaned up. He was hungover like a homeless man who died on the street, and he no longer showed any grace or dignity.
When Ye Qingxuan saw him, he was sitting in a place like an ancestral hall, with the table where tributes were originally placed under his buttocks, but the tablets that were supposed to be used for sacrifices were now lying all over the place.
The once solemn place was now in shambles.
The decadent old man was wrapped around a blanket. He opened his eyes and looked at Ye Qingxuan who walked in. For a long time, he seemed to remember who he was, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes.
"It's been such a long time no see, 'His Royal Highness'."
His pronunciation of the word "His Royal Highness" was extremely strange, full of ridicule and malice.
"Are you Yunlou Qingshu?"
Ye Qingxuan looked at him with an indifferent expression, trying to identify any familiar traces on his face.
"Ah, yes, it's me, it's me."
Yunlou Qingshu laughed strangely, stretched out his hand, and pointed randomly: "Sit wherever you like. Sit wherever you feel comfortable... Watch your step, you just stepped on my grandfather's tablet."
Feeling dazed and drunk from a hangover, he glanced at Ye Qingxuan's appearance, with his messy hair covering one side of his head, looking absolutely funny.
"Then, what's the purpose of Your Highness coming here?"
Although he asked this question, he still had the expression on his face as if he knew everything.
Annoying.
Ye Qingxuan frowned.
From the beginning, this place was beyond his expectation. Although Yunlou Qingshu seemed to be dozens of times easier to talk to, it did not mean that he was willing to deal with a madman.
Especially, he didn't know how far away Yunlou Qingshu was from the madman.
In other words, how big of a difference is there
"Beacon."
He opened his mouth and asked directly: "You have the beacon through the fog and the Great Wall, right?"
"Ah, yes, yes."
There was no prevarication, no thinking, and no intention of even asking for a price. Yunlou Qingshu nodded straightforwardly, as if he was asked by another homeless man if he had lice on his body.
Nowadays, Bai Heng has enclosed Cathay with the Great Wall, and any means to cross the fog has become impossible, whether it is physically crossing the ocean or the arrival of etheric projection.
From the material world to the higher dimensions, Cathay has been completely sealed, hidden behind the fog, and even the ocean currents and sea areas have undergone earth-shaking changes.
Separated by the dark world and the long distance between the east and the west, unless Ye Qingxuan directly confronts the power of the Great Wall, there will be no chance.
And all fools know that it is simply not feasible to use the power of one person to fight against hundreds of years of accumulation in the entire East.
He has been excluded from the Great Wall. No, he has never even been accepted by the Great Wall. Apart from having the blood of heaven and man, to the Great Wall, he is a black man, and naturally he will not be allowed to go.
Therefore, Ye Qingxuan could only think of other ways to go to the east.
Apart from anything else, he dared to conclude that even in this situation, Yunlou must have a beacon that can guide the direction and a certification that can allow him to pass the Great Wall.
Otherwise, where did all these smuggled goods from the East come from over the years
Yunlou Qingshu understood his purpose as early as the first moment he came here, and because of this, he felt teased and ridiculed in his heart.
Looking at Ye Qingxuan as if he were looking at some rare animal, "It seems that you are really affectionate towards my good daughter. You even gave up the Queen and didn't want to go to her... What's so good about her?"
Ye Qingxuan's face was expressionless. "This has nothing to do with you."
"you're right."
Yunlou Qingshu burst into sharp laughter, "When a child grows up, he has nothing to do with his parents. As a father, he can only watch a man hold her hand and take her away. It's really sad. What do you mean? Isn’t that right, Lord Hand of God?”
Ye Qingxuan's face turned pale.
He felt like vomiting.
It took him a long time to suppress the nausea that came from his heart.
"Sorry, I'm a little nauseous."
He waved his hand and asked, "What happened to turn you into the ghost you are now?"
"Nothing to do with you."
Yunlou Qingshu squinted his eyes and said calmly: "Please don't care."
"What about outside? What's going on with those corpses?"
"Isn't it obvious?"
Yunlou Qingshu spread his hands helplessly, "Speaking of which, I'll learn from your Angelou method of hanging the rebels. The effect is really good."
"As a result... you personally turned your Yunlou City into this ghostly state?"
"Isn't this bad?"
Yunlou Qingshu seemed to be asked about the joy in his heart, and laughed so hard: "Isn't this the price I, a usurper, should pay? No, this is the right thing to do. You see, I have worked so hard to win it. He took the position of city lord, but destroyed the entire Yun Tower. In the end, everyone betrayed their relatives and became crazy to death... This ending is so classic that it should be written into the storybook. Rather, if it is not like this, it will be abnormal!"
Ye Qingxuan did not speak, but looked at him with pity in his eyes.
"You can't solve the black tide, right?"
He said, "For the position of city lord, even if you try your best to kill your father, hunt down your brother, even kidnapped your sister, and turned your daughter into a marionette... you have sacrificed everything. The price you can pay is to control the power, but in the end, you are abandoned by it. Without Bai Xi, you have no way to solve the black tide under Yunlou City. Yunlou City will be destroyed in a natural disaster, because you... yours Incompetence, your desires, and everything you do, right, Yunlou Qingshu?"
Yunlou Qingshu said nothing.
Facing Ye Qingxuan's merciless ridicule and ridicule, he narrowed his eyes and stared at the man in front of him, his crazy face twitching with rage.
Under the pupils, red bloodshot threads spread like fire.
For a long time, he lowered his head, as if he had lost all his strength, and laughed hysterically.
"exactly!"
He raised his hands and clapped, not shying away from all the evil he had done. He grinned, revealing his sharp canine teeth, and his eyes were filled with evil intent like a demon.
He was clearly decadent and embarrassed, but his face was still filled with a glow of pride and complacency for his malice.
From the bottom of my heart, I am proud of everything I have done!
"This is the most praiseworthy and publicized achievement in my life, Yunlou Qingshu! A great achievement that you ordinary people will never be able to achieve! Cooking it with nine tripods cannot atone for the great evil! You only said one thing wrong..."
He paused, and the malice in his smile emerged like a blowout, "Ye Qingxuan, if one day, the woman you love, her father is going to marry her to another person, what will you do?"
Ye Qingxuan looked at him with an expressionless face, tapping the empty spine of the sword with his fingers, feeling chilled.
"Do I have any other choice?"
"What a coincidence, that's what I thought and did..."
Yunlou Qingshu whistled, extremely happy, "Look, you look like me! This is what we have in common, and it's by no means the only one! By the way, do you like your hair?"
Ye Qingxuan said nothing.
"Don't like it, right?"
Yunlou Qingshu understood his answer and leaned forward from the desk, as if he wanted to have a long conversation with him, "Don't worry, I am better at this than you."
As he spoke, he pointed to his messy head: "Look, this white hair... is not because of pure blood, just because I am old. This is my greatest shame, proof of my humble birth."
Ye Qingxuan closed his eyes impatiently and remained indifferent.
Yunlou Qingshu sneered.
"This is your greatest luck, Ye Qingxuan, that you were able to grow up in Angelo... you have not become like me, even if everyone thinks you are a 'bastard'."
Ignoring Ye Qingxuan's indifferent expression, Yunlou Qingshu raised his hand, played with the messy hair hanging from his forehead, and separated the hair that had solidified into strands, one after another.
"Before I was fifteen years old, I carefully hid in places where others couldn't see me, avoiding their sight. I was afraid that others would look at my face or my hair... Their eyes would change from pity to contempt. Even if it was... Those untouchables can look at you with mocking eyes. Ah, look, this is the bastard from the Marquis's house. It is said that he is the son of a bitch and is even meaner than us."
His movements paused, and he violently tore off the strand of hair, along with a small piece of scalp, dripping with blood.
"Ye Qingxuan, do you know? Every time I see that kind of sight, I wish I was dead. I hate myself, my mother, and why that bitch gave birth to me... until she died. Before I died, I never went to see him again. But it wasn't until she died that I began to regret... I regretted that I had never loved her. You won't understand, Ye Qingxuan, you have never been alone, so you will never understand. …”
He raised his eyes, and his dark pupils were full of calmness, without any trace of madness, and they were frighteningly sober.
"In the whole world, except for my mother, she is the only one who has ever loved me. Maybe it's not the love between a man and a woman, maybe it's just seeing a bastard brother who is pitiful. In the entire Yunlou City, she is the only one who has ever cared about me. .”
In the silence, Yunlou Qingshu whispered softly.
"I married her simply because I wanted to marry her. To do this, I killed my father who never loved me, expelled my brother who regarded me as an ant, and took everything away. I didn't fucking want to I want bullshit rights, I just want to be with her forever... Just like you now, Ye Qingxuan, I can do it at any cost."
Ye Qingxuan's eyes were lowered, but his face couldn't help but twitch.
Because of anger.
Because I can't stand being compared to this kind of thing.
He looked coldly at Yunlou Qingshu, and then glanced at the silent Yunlou Chaoyue in the corner - that girl, like a puppet, sitting in the dust, motionless, with empty eyes.
"So, this is how you treat her daughter?"
"Do you love the person who killed Bai Xi?"
Yunlou Qingshu sneered and asked, "Ah, that's right, I don't love them, of course not! Just looking at them makes me crazy with jealousy. When I think of the only person who has ever loved me dying because of this, I wish they could live forever. Not present in the world!”
His face twitched nervously, and he leaned forward and stared at Ye Qingxuan's face, "Can you understand this feeling? Ye Qingxuan... that helpless anger, the pain of watching the love of his life die in front of him. ! Yes, I hate Chaoyue, and I hate Bai Xi even more, the tumor that was destined to kill her mother before she was even born!"
Ye Qingxuan raised his eyes and looked at the face so close.
If a substantial chill spreads in the ancestral hall, the sword of the New Testament bursts out, and the ethereal chill rests on Yunlou Qingshu's neck.
Facing death so close at hand, Yunlou Qingshu was still smiling, with a twisted smile:
"But what can I do? I use everything I have to exchange for a way for her to continue to live. I use all the methods I can to persuade her not to give birth to this evil creature, and I don't hesitate to torture her. Even if you belittle her, she is not willing to give up that piece of rotten meat in her belly!!!"
Ignoring the silent Chaoyue in the corner, Yunlou Qingshu roared almost furiously in front of Ye Qingxuan, "What can I do? I can only watch her die...watch her abandon me!"
At that moment, Ye Qingxuan finally saw through the madness in his eyes and saw the true face of this person, and because of this, he wanted to ridicule and sneer.
"It's quick, Yunlou Qingshu."
He raised his finger and flicked away the drool hovering in front of his face, his eyes scornful, "You just can't tolerate her loving them more than she loves you."
"so what?"
Yunlou Qingshu looked at him as if describing the truth, "Isn't this the embodiment of love?"
Ye Qingxuan was no longer interested in looking at him anymore.
"Just...disgusting."
"Isn't this just the desire of mortals? What is there to despise?"
Yunlou Qingshu stretched out his hand and patted his shoulder: "Your Majesty Hand of God, how have you ever escaped from this? Can you bear that there is someone more important than you in Bai Xi's heart? For that person, I will not hesitate to leave you, and I will not hesitate to go. die?"
Staring at Ye Qingxuan's cold face, Yunlou Qingshu laughed hysterically. The sharp laughter echoed in the dead city, seeping into every corner, mixing with the smell of corpses. It gave birth to a foul-smelling lingering sound.
"enough!"
Ye Qingxuan tried his best to restrain himself.
The laughter stopped abruptly.
Not because of Ye Qingxuan, but because of himself.
Yunlou Qingshu froze on the spot, stretched out his hand to hold his throat, as if something was stuck, his limbs began to twitch involuntarily, his face was ashen, and it was difficult to breathe.
In the end, he curled up into a ball in the filth on the ground.
Ye Qingxuan watched indifferently as he curled up like an insect on the ground, watching him endure the pain. Until Yunlou Chaoyue came over from the corner, stretched out her hand to lift him up from the ground, pressed her palms on his back, and helped him expel the thick phlegm in his throat.
Immediately afterwards, Yunlou Qingshu fell to the ground, vomiting out the foul-smelling food in pain, and burst into tears.
That kind of ugly look makes people want to kick him far away and never want to get close to him again.
"You should be grateful to your hated daughter. If she doesn't save you, neither will I."
Ye Qingxuan looked down at him with cold eyes, "The chatting time is over here, Duke Yunlou, I am not interested in your deformed first half of life. Now, I will say my purpose again: give me a beacon to cross the Great Wall, don't Let me get it myself."
Yunlou Qingshu finally finished vomiting.
"You want this?"
He sat down in his own vomit, not even wiping the tears and snot from his face. He reached out and took out the jade token that represented his identity, shaking it in his hand, with a twisted smile full of malice.
Then, he threw it at Ye Qingxuan's feet.
He did not put forward his own price, nor did he make any demands. He just threw the things that represented his orthodox identity into the dust.
"Congratulations, you've got it."
Yunlou Qingshu smiled and waved goodbye: "Go, Master Ye, go pursue your big dream! There will be the truth there, waiting for you. Go and be sacrificed by a group of things that have long been rotten to the point where there are no ashes. The so-called thousand-year destiny, hahahaha... it's all a bad joke!"
Until Ye Qingxuan walked out of the city lord's mansion, he could still hear Yunlou Qingshu's wild laughter from the tall building behind him: "I wish you a safe journey!"
He took one last look back at the dead city and turned to leave.
There is no longer any nostalgia.
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Half a day later, a man named Jiu Ying climbed up to the city lord's pavilion. The man, who was as tall as a giant, looked down at Yunlou Qingshu, who was immersed in liquor and filth.
"He left already?"
Yunlou Qingshu lowered his head and sang to himself without speaking, as if he didn't see him at all.
"I see."
He nodded slightly.
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That day, the fire ignited from the lowest level of Yunlou City, burning the bones and moving upward layer by layer. The flames licked the city like iron, tearing it apart inch by inch from bottom to top.
The fire burned for three days and nights, and all the beauty and brilliance of the past were buried in this brazier guarded by high walls.
In the end, the embers floated up into the sky, merged into the rain clouds, and fell into the sea.
Among the ruins, there is no more gorgeous scene to be seen.
Only the souls of the dead linger, hoarse singing echoing night after night.