Heng Wu Xianjun had already expected Rong Shang to come, so he did not show any surprise on his face. He was wearing a bright red wedding dress and smiled slightly: "Oh?"
He chuckled, with a hint of teasing in his voice, "The Ghost King's gift is for you?"
As soon as these words were spoken, there was a burst of laughter on the cliff. Everyone knew that Penglai Mountain was filled with barriers and traps, just waiting for the Ghost King to fall into the trap.
The Ghost King wanted to take back that half of his soul, but he didn't know that all the people who came here to attend the wedding ceremony were here for his soul. There were more than 100,000 buried soldiers alone hiding nearby.
Anyway, no matter who wins in the end, it will be difficult for him to leave here alive.
Although no one says it, everyone knows it clearly in their hearts.
Rong Shang was leaning against the black sedan, her cold, white face was stunningly beautiful, and her dark eyes were a little unfocused.
He did not say anything, but just lazily raised his eyelids and glanced at the nameless spirit tablet on the table of heaven and earth.
It seems that Shanshui has almost remembered everything.
In this case, it is just a matter of dying a little earlier or a little later.
He turned his eyes slightly, and without even searching, his gaze fell directly on Yu Zhengzheng.
Her fair and delicate skin was as smooth as a baby's, her brows seemed to be half-knitted, her cherry-red lips were gently bitten by her porcelain-white teeth, and the orange-pink sunset sprinkled on her face, making her beautiful beyond words.
He couldn't find any adjectives to describe her beauty. He just felt that he was really blind in the past and had wasted those seven years in vain.
As if she noticed his gaze, Yu Zhengzheng slowly raised her head, and the moment her eyes met his, her brows furrowed even more.
His eyes were dark, no longer as lifeless and white as before, as if he had regained his sight.
For some reason, she suddenly remembered that in her dream that day, Rong's eyes were also fine.
Was it because she thought about him day and night and hoped that his eyes would be cured, so Rongshang's eyes were cured in the dream? Or... that night was not a dream at all
When he saw her looking at him, the corners of his lips slightly raised, and the cold light in his eyes melted, leaving only tenderness.
His eyes paused for a moment, then he calmly turned his gaze away, and raised his big hand that was supporting his chin slightly, and the suona sound that had just stopped started again.
The puppet boy's face was as white as powder, but his cheeks were heavily rosy, making him look exactly like a white-faced boy made in a paper-making shop.
Four of them played the suona, two of them beat the gongs and drums, and someone on both sides of the black sedan lit up red firecrackers. The sound of the firecrackers rang out along with the joy, but it was indescribably sad and weird.
This joy was like a dark cloud that swept across the sky, pressing down on everyone present, making their hearts tremble, their chests feel stuffy and suffocated, and they couldn't even take a breath.
The crackling sound of firecrackers startled a flock of birds in the forest.
After the firecrackers exploded, a thick white smoke filled the air. In the vast white fog, shrill screams followed.
Yu Zhengzheng didn't know what was happening, but a pool of blood spread out on the ground beneath her feet. The bright red blood flowed and even spread to the legs of her chair.
She subconsciously wanted to mobilize her spiritual power to protect her body, but when she raised her hand, she found that due to the sound of the suona, the spiritual energy condensed in her body dissipated like a ball of cotton that was scattered.
The Emperor of Heaven took a sip of wine, and seeing her hurriedly urging her spiritual power, he couldn't help but smile slightly: "Why are you in such a hurry? You are his sweetheart, and he won't kill you."
Yu Zhengzheng was stunned. After carefully thinking about what the Emperor of Heaven said, he found that it seemed to be true.
She had been too worried these past two days, and now she was unable to distinguish between friends and foes.
The screams continued, and even the Queen of Heaven was affected. She was so frightened that her face turned pale and she fled in all directions.
The Emperor was not in a hurry at all. He even had the mind to pour wine for Yu Zhengzheng: "This is plum wine, which is brewed with green plums and the first snow of spring. It has a refreshing, sour and sweet top note, and a long and strong aftertaste."
Yu Zhengzheng glanced at the Queen who was being chased all over the cliff and kindly reminded her, "Your wife is bleeding."
No one knew where she was injured, but the Queen's dress was stained red with blood. The gilded phoenix crown on her head fell to the ground, and her black hair was torn into a mess. The ends of her hair hanging behind her were stained with sticky blood and were torn into clumps.
Apart from 'embarrassed', Yu Zhengzheng couldn't think of a better word to describe the Queen's current state.
In fact, she didn't really care about the Queen's life or death. She was just curious why the Emperor of Heaven ignored the Queen.
The Emperor of Heaven smiled: "My wife died a long time ago."
Yu Zhengzheng was stunned, as if she didn't understand what the Emperor of Heaven meant.
She didn't have time to ask further questions. The white smoke slowly faded away and there was a dead silence on the cliff. The people who were originally sitting and chatting at the banquet had now become corpses with their heads and bodies separated.
Among these people, there were the masters and disciples of various major sects in the world of immortal cultivation, the elders and protectors of high rank in the world of demons, and many immortals and fairies in the heavenly realm were also affected.
The entire cliff was littered with corpses and body parts. The disgusting stench filled the air, making one's stomach churn uncontrollably.
Even though Yu Zhengzheng was already accustomed to cleaning up the remains of zombies in the apocalypse, he still found this fresh and hot slaughter scene difficult to bear.
Except for the dead, the remaining living people were all tied up.
Only Yu Zhengzheng and the Emperor of Heaven were still sitting firmly in their original seats.
There was so much smoke just now that she couldn't see clearly. She just thought that the person who was killing her was Rong Shang's subordinate.
But it was not until this moment that she saw clearly that those holding butcher knives and swords were all heavenly soldiers and generals.
She was a little confused and didn't understand what Rong Shang and the Emperor of Heaven were up to.
Isn’t the Emperor of Heaven in cahoots with Xiao Yuqing
Why are you getting involved with Rong Shang again now
Yu Zhengzheng looked at the tied-up Xiao Yuqing, Yu Jiangjiang, Madam Lu, and the disheveled Queen Mother, and couldn't help but ask her doubts.
The Emperor of Heaven had a gentle expression and smiled softly, "I just made a deal with the Ghost King."
Rong Shang jumped down from the sedan chair. He did not rush to ask for the soul of Heng Wu Xianjun. Instead, he walked to Xiao Yuqing's side and looked down at him calmly: "Rong Qing, you have been on the run for so many years, it's time to return what you owe me."
Xiao Yuqing shook her head: "My last name is Xiao, not Rong. I'm afraid you have recognized the wrong person."
Rong Shang chuckled, casually pulled out the long sword from the scabbard on Tianbing's waist, and put the blade against Madam Lu's neck: "If you admit your mistake, I guess Lu Qingqing is not your mother anymore."
Mrs. Lu's eyes were a little dull. If he hadn't mentioned the name 'Lu Qingqing', she would have even forgotten her original name.
She and the Third Prince of Donghuang were childhood sweethearts. They were innocent and had a deep affection for each other, but the arrival of the goddess disrupted their peaceful life.
If the goddess had not intervened, she would have naturally married the Third Prince and become the Crown Princess. How could she have ended up being reduced to a lowly concubine, inferior to the goddess in every way
She hated the goddess and the Third Prince, but when she became pregnant with his child and saw his ecstatic expression, she couldn't help but soften her heart towards him.
She took good care of the blood in her belly and looked forward to the birth of her child every day, but she didn't know who poisoned her meals every day, causing the baby she was nine months pregnant to suffocate and become a dying sick fetus.
It's easy to guess that the person who poisoned her was the goddess. Only the goddess had a vested interest in the child in her womb. The goddess must have been afraid that her child would compete for the favor of the Third Prince, so she was so cruel to her.
She simply asked the goddess' descendants to pay back what was owed to her child.
She just wanted the blood in her belly to be safe and healthy, and live a smooth life... What did she do wrong
Madam Lu vented all the emotions that had been suppressed in her heart for hundreds of thousands of years.
She cried heartbreakingly, "This is all your mother's fault. What did I do wrong? What did Qing'er do wrong?"
Yes, if the goddess had not poisoned her during pregnancy, Qing'er would not have almost died at birth, and would not have had to rely on drinking bitter medicine to sustain her life for the rest of her life.
Before that, no matter how much she hated the goddess, she had never done anything out of line to her.
This was the only thing she couldn't tolerate. She wanted justice for Qing'er and she wanted the goddess to pay a heavy price.
Seeing Madam Lu so grief-stricken, Xiao Yuqing's usually calm face finally showed some fluctuations.
But he said nothing, just watched the sword cut her skin.
He can allow himself to have weaknesses, but he will never allow his weaknesses to be discovered.
When Rong Shang heard Madam Lu's shrill questioning, he chuckled and said in a cold voice, "What about me?"
"What have I done to make you want him to send me to be a male prostitute to the East Emperor Priest?"
"What have I done to make you want him to peel off my dragon tendons and dig out my dragon scales?"
"What on earth did I do? You want him to imprison me in the icy land for tens of thousands of years, and order the priest to place a spell on my back, torturing me for hundreds of thousands of years?"
"Tell me!" His eyes were filled with sinisterness, and the hand holding the hilt of the sword trembled slightly: "What did I do wrong?"
The sharp blade trembled slightly as the sword body gently scratched Madam Lu's skin. A trace of blood flowed down her neck, which frightened Yu Jiangjiang and the Queen Mother and made them scream.
The queen's makeup had long lost its original appearance, and crystal tears flowed from the corners of her eyes. She desperately shouted: "Zixin, save me, save me..."
The Emperor looked at her but said nothing.
He slowly took out the Mirror of Rebirth from his Qiankun bag, placed it in front of the Queen of Heaven, and adjusted it to an angle that everyone could see.
The queen stared at the mirror blankly, and her young face slowly emerged in the mirror.
In fact, she is not the biological sister of the Third Prince of Donghuang.
Her mother and the third prince's mother were good friends, but her mother was beautiful but unlucky, and passed away shortly after she was born.
She was adopted by the Third Prince's mother, and with the Dragon King's consent, she was given the title of the Sixth Princess of the East China Sea.
She is several thousand years younger than the Third Prince. The Third Prince felt sorry for her because she lost her mother at a young age, so he had been pampering her since she was a child.
This love between siblings lasted until she was in love, but it changed quietly at some point.
When she saw the Third Prince laughing and playing with the maid in the Dragon Palace, she was burning with jealousy. She tossed and turned late into the night, with the maid's seductive appearance repeatedly appearing in her mind.
Finally, she couldn't bear it any longer, and she tied up the maid in the dark of night. After twisting her long hair, she felt it was not satisfying enough, so she pulled out her eyelashes.
The maid couldn't stand the humiliation and hanged herself at night. When she heard about it the next day, she was so scared that she didn't dare go out for three days and had nightmares all night long.
Later, the matter was left unresolved, and as time went by, she put it behind her.
But this kind of thing, once it happens for the first time, there will be a second time, a third time... and even countless times.
Whenever the Third Prince approached a woman, that woman would immediately suffer varying degrees of retaliation, ranging from hair loss and disfigurement to death.
She thought that as long as this was the case, he would always belong to her alone, but in the end she was too naive.
In the next few years, he married the goddess and took Lu Qingqing as his concubine, and both of them became pregnant.
The goddess's power was so great that she could not retaliate at will. She had no place to vent her anger, and in the end she could only focus her attention on Lu Qingqing, who was powerless.
She came up with a perfect plan that could not only get rid of the baby in Lu Qingqing's belly, but also make the goddess's child be rejected by the Third Prince.
She poisoned Lu Qingqing's tonic soup, and when Lu Qingqing was about to give birth, she asked a doctor to take her pulse to make Lu Qingqing realize that she was being plotted against.
Without even her guidance, Lu Qingqing mistakenly thought that the person who poisoned her was the goddess.
In the following days, she sat on the sidelines and watched the fight between the two tigers.
Look at the life-and-death fight between Lu Qingqing and the goddess, and look at the offspring of Lu Qingqing and the goddess, one became a sickly person who had to take medicine for life, and the other became a disabled person with hemiplegia.
The Emperor of Heaven tapped the Mirror of Rebirth with his palm, his face gentle, "You destroyed the entire God Clan with your own strength. The Queen of Heaven is really capable."
The fall of the gods is closely related to the Queen of Heaven.
If the Queen Mother had not poisoned Lu Qingqing, causing her to misunderstand the goddess, how could Lu Qingqing have whispered to the Third Prince and allowed him to extract the secrets of the gods' primordial spirit from the goddess
After all, the root of all this evil is because of the Queen.
Mrs. Lu's face was dull, her eyes were red, her body was stiff as she half-knelt on the ground, and a big tear rolled down from the corner of her eye.
The goddess she had hated all her life was actually wronged.
Everything she had done in the past, everything that had been put on her face, was a joke.
Mrs. Lu closed her eyes tightly, knelt straight, and slowly leaned towards the ground. She banged her forehead hard on the ground, again and again.
Every time she kowtowed, she would be cut by the sword on her neck, and blood would rush out of the wound. She seemed not to feel any pain at all, and just repeated this action over and over again.
But she knew that no matter how she kowtowed.
The God Clan that was destroyed because of her will never come back, and Rong Shang, who has endured hundreds of thousands of years of torture because of her, will not be able to alleviate the pain in the slightest.
There's no going back.
There was no emotion in his eyes, and he looked at her with a cold expression.
He knew that she kowtowed to him not out of repentance.
As expected, he heard her pleading voice: "This is all my fault. I am willing to be reincarnated as an animal for seven lifetimes, just begging you not to take Qing'er's dragon tendon."