When Jiang Lin showed up earlier, Huaiyin and Zong Yu did not show up.
None of the four people present noticed their trace.
At this moment, two figures suddenly appeared. Upon closer inspection of their aura, they revealed that they had tremendous demonic power that was unfathomable.
How could this seemingly ordinary ghost know such a powerful monster!
The old Taoist priest felt something was wrong, so he changed his expression and said politely to Zong Yu and Huai Yin: "You two are powerful demons, why are you helping this evil ghost? My master, His Highness the King of Virtue, is the son of the emperor. If you two are willing to help the King of Virtue and become guests of his palace, His Highness will use all the power of the dynasty to find it for you."
Zong Yu said: "There is no need to use all the power of the dynasty. Your master can give me what I want."
The old Taoist priest was delighted: "What do you want?"
Zong Yu's face turned cold: "Of course it's your master's fate!"
The old Taoist priest realized that he had been tricked, and his already rosy face turned even redder. He angrily said, "Shameless demon! Do you really think you can cover the sky with one hand? You dare to trespass into the palace today, this is your death!"
A golden sword appeared in his hand at some point and flew towards Zong Yu.
Zong Yu dodged the sword and shouted at Jiang Lin: "You are not the same as before. Leave the fighting to us. Go find that dog prince!"
Huaiyin also thought this made sense. Since coming to this world, Master had no time to practice properly because of the urgency of revenge. It was better not to take risks.
Jiang Lin didn't have any heroic complex, but it felt good to have someone rushing forward for him and win without any effort.
He was in a good mood and waved his hands at the two of them: "Thank you for your hard work."
After he said that, he followed the line of cause and effect and walked straight in a certain direction.
Not in the main courtyard of the palace, nor in any room.
Jiang Lin found the person he was looking for in a secret room underground.
He had no intention of playing tricks and just showed up in front of people.
When the man in the wheelchair saw him, his eyes showed a brief moment of fear, and then became burning.
He looked at Jiang Lin with burning eyes: "I remember your face."
How could I not remember
In just a few months, fresh, bloody human skin was placed in front of him on a white jade tray.
He even remembered that he made some comments, but he forgot the content, but he was probably very satisfied.
Jiang Lin looked at the person in front of him.
He was in a wheelchair and had difficulty walking. The left side of his face looked like it had been burned, with an extremely ugly scar.
But his eyes were gentle and peaceful, and his temperament was very "kind".
Although it is strange to use the word kind to describe temperament, Jiang Lin does feel that way.
This wise king is a kind person from the first moment you see him.
If Jiang Lin could not see the deep blood sin in him, he would have easily developed a liking for this man.
The virtuous king had regained his composure and said to Jiang Lin with a smile, "Do you want to see my results?"
After he said that, he clapped his hands without waiting for Jiang Lin to answer.
The wall behind the secret room suddenly moved, and a door opened on each side.
Beauties in gorgeous clothes came out from both sides, walked before the wise king, surrounded him, and knelt at his feet.
On the left is a man, on the right is a woman.
What they have in common is that they all have a face as beautiful as spring flowers and autumn moon.
Jiang Lin blamed himself for having very good eyesight as he saw several familiar faces at a glance.
Some belong to Jiang Lin, and some belong to Jiang Jin.
Their faces were worn by these people.
But these people are all living people!
The wise king looked at him with a smile: "Isn't it very pleasing to the eye?"
Jiang Lin said in a deep voice: "You are a lunatic. You want beauties. With your status, it is easy for you to collect beauties from all over the world. Why do you have to take someone's face?"
Isn't it redundant and cruel to take off one's face and put it on another person
This is why Jiang Lin called the virtuous king a madman, because a madman does things without logic.
The virtuous king was not impressed by his comments. He just asked another question: "I remember you were sent here by... Minister Chen? He died. Did you do it?"
Jiang Lin glanced at him and said, "He deserves to die. You don't have to worry. You can go and accompany him right away."
The virtuous king just looked at Jiang Lin with a burning gaze: "I knew when I received the news of Li Fu's death, I knew that someone, perhaps a ghost, would come to seek revenge on me."
He looked at Jiang Lin's face in fascination: "So you became a ghost, and after becoming a ghost, your face was restored, and you also possessed powerful powers, right?"
His expression and words revealed a sense of morbidity.
Jiang Lin had a ridiculous thought in his mind: "Could it be that you are..."
"I want to become a ghost. Is there any way you can help me?" The wise king opened his eyes wide, his face full of desire.
Jiang Lin: “…”
The wise king said: "My father loves me the most and gives me everything I want. If you are willing to help me resolve the hatred between us, I can give you everything you want!"
"As long as you help me! I can become a conscious ghost like you!"
Jiang Lin suddenly didn't want to talk anymore, because there was no way to communicate with a madman.
Seeing his calm expression, the wise king suddenly said, "You don't understand me and think I'm crazy? No, you just don't understand me. Do you want to hear a story? After listening to the story, you will understand me."
Jiang Lin walked up to him and put his hand on top of his head.
The wise king's eyes became dull.
Jiang Lin took out his memory: "I don't want to hear your story."
The story changes with the subjectivity of the storyteller, who prefers to look at the most intuitive things and make his own judgment.
The wise king was called Li Chengzhou.
When he was a child, he was not yet a wise king, but a beloved and carefree little prince.
When he was three years old, his mother gave birth to a sister for him. She was pretty and cute, and Li Chengzhou liked her very much.
When she was seven years old, there was an accidental fire in her mother's palace and her sister was trapped in the fire.
The fire was so big that no one dared to go in. Even the mother felt that her daughter was beyond saving.
Little Li Chengzhou took advantage of everyone's inattention and ran in while calling his sister.
He stumbled out holding his crying sister in his arms, but he tripped on the way out and his sister flew out of his arms, with flames rising up in an instant.
The palace maids picked up the little princess who had flown away, and when they came to see the little prince, it was too late.
He still managed to survive, but his legs were crushed by the falling beam and burned, so they had to be amputated. The entire left side of his face was also severely burned, which was horrible.
After half a year of treatment by the imperial physician, he was finally out of danger. However, the little princess, who was carried by her mother to see her brother, was frightened and cried at the first sight of him.
He even saw the fear and terror in his mother's eyes that she had not had time to retract.
His world changed from that day on.
At first, his father praised him for his kindness and compassion.
But as time passed, his legs became disabled and the scars on his face became even more horrifying after they healed, so the emperor didn't want to see him anymore.
No one wants to see a child who looks like he's going to have nightmares.
The emperor's preferences are everyone's preferences.
Fewer and fewer people praised the Third Prince for his kindness, while more and more people mocked this crippled and ugly man.
His mother avoided him, and his sister, whom he risked his life to save, had not seen him for years.
The palace servants also treated him badly and fed him spoiled food. His life was inconvenient and the eunuchs who took care of his daily life only remembered to serve him once a day.
At first he was so depressed that he started to cry, but later he gave up and urinated and defecated on the bed like an animal. The small palace was filled with an indescribable smell.
He was still very naive at that time. How could his mother, the master of a palace, not know that her own son was being treated poorly in her own palace
One day, he missed his mother so much that he fell off the bed crying and crawled to his mother's palace, wanting to tell her that those palace people were torturing him and that he was so hurt and sad.
But I heard my mother say to her trusted maid with a sad face:
"Chengzhou that kid... I know it's wrong to say that. But I get scared when I see his face. Besides, he's suffering if he lives like this, and it's a burden to me and Jiayu. His Majesty doesn't even like to come here, and I know he feels uncomfortable just thinking of Chengzhou."
"If he passes away quietly one day, I will be relieved."
Li Chengzhou was stunned.
He was less than ten years old at the time, and he heard his biological mother clearly dislike him.
That was the last time he cried. He curled himself up in a small dark corner, lying on the ground, panting like a dog.
Later, when he occasionally inadvertently heard his sister Princess Jiayu say with disgust, "Don't say that the cripple is my brother", he was already very calm.
Even smiled calmly.
He learned to endure, to pretend to be good, to calculate, and to cover half of his horrible face with an exquisite mask.
Finally, some compassion was awakened in the emperor.
Perhaps the emperor was getting older and his heart had softened, and the princes under him were all grown up, which made him defensive.
This gentle and kind prince, who posed no threat to the emperor due to his disability, became the emperor's most beloved son.
He was named the wise king and given the most luxurious mansion.
His mother, who had ignored him, now called him Zhou'er affectionately; his sister, who had mocked his disability, now pushed his wheelchair affectionately and called him brother.
It's as if everything before didn't exist.
He also pretended that the past did not exist, treated them gently and was a kind and holy father.
When he was sixteen years old, an assassin suddenly appeared on his father's birthday. His mother bravely blocked the sword for his father and died.
The emperor was deeply moved, and posthumously conferred the title of empress on his mother. He transferred his guilt and gratitude to the living, and his favor with the emperor grew even greater.
When I was nineteen years old, the princes rebelled, foreign enemies approached the border, and there were internal and external troubles.
The emperor chose to stabilize the country first, so Princess Jiayu, who was less than sixteen years old, was canonized Princess Anguo and sent to marry into the enemy country. She died in less than a year.
He was disabled in an accident when he was young, and lost his mother and sister, two of his closest relatives, one after another. The emperor felt that he owed a lot to this son and almost asked for whatever he wanted.
However, the favored Prince Xian did not take advantage of his favor and was kind to others. He provided porridge to the poor people every year. He was highly praised by people inside and outside the court.
Everyone feels sorry for him. If His Royal Highness the Wise King were not disabled, he would be the most qualified successor to His Majesty.
No one knows what this "benevolent" and wise king did in private.
He is very "sick".
Because of his childhood experiences and the ridicule and torture he suffered after his appearance was ruined, he became overly obsessed with his appearance and hated beautiful people.
He ordered people to search for beautiful people, and at first he would cruelly destroy their looks and then torture them.
Later, he met the old Taoist priest.
The old Taoist priest gave him some advice, saying that he could transfer the appearance of a living person.
The old Taoist priest originally wanted to restore the virtuous king's appearance, but the virtuous king was unwilling, so he thought of a more interesting way.
That is, to cut off the skin of a beauty alive and replace it with the faces of the ugliest and dirtiest beggars, and then let the most humble people, with the most beautiful looks, crawl at their feet like dogs to serve them.
This is the joy of a madman.
The virtuous king's eyes slowly regained clarity. He realized what Jiang Lin had done to him, and his eyes were fanatical: "Among so many people, only you turned into a fierce ghost to seek revenge on me. You must know how to turn into a ghost, right?"
He is now tired of being the Wise King and even wants to die and become an immortal ghost.
Jiang Lin said: "I can turn you into a ghost, and then I can kill you."
The wise king smiled and spread his hands: "Come on, kill me."
Jiang Lin: “…”
He asked doubtfully, "You don't think that you can be as powerful as me just because you become a ghost?"
The wise king opened his eyes unexpectedly: "What a joke! He is originally a noble! Born superior to others, even after death, he will definitely be above everyone else."
Jiang Lin felt that this man was indeed quite crazy.
And killed him with one blow.