At night, a bonfire was lit in the camp, but under the attack of the mixed smell from both sides, everyone's head was dizzy and swollen. The barrier set up by Baili Duyue seemed to be ineffective after a few hours. As time passed, the smell became more and more obvious, and many people went to the roadside to vomit.
Sang Feiwan sat by the campfire, staring at the food in front of him and losing his appetite. He covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief, thinking that he was really stupid to write such a fragrant and smelly setting, and all the retribution came upon him.
He walked to the side of the carriage, lifted the curtain and looked inside. He saw Baili Duyue lying quietly on the couch, sleeping soundly. Then he went back to sit down by the campfire.
Baili Duyue fainted just now, probably because his other personality was about to wake up.
When Sang Feiwan thought about this, he couldn't help but think of the mole spirit he met by the lake that night. He poked the ground with a branch from time to time, wondering where the original body came from.
But no matter what, the other party was instructed to lurk around Baili Duyue, and he must have bad intentions.
Sang Feiwan sat in a secluded position, so that no one noticed him at all. As the night deepened, he was about to return to the carriage to rest, when suddenly there was a rustling sound from the bushes in the distance, and then a bulge appeared on the flat ground, bulging outwards.
Sang Feiwan couldn't help but pause when he saw this, thinking, could it be the "rat spirit" from last time
Thinking of this, he picked up a stone from the ground, hid it behind him without leaving any trace, and quietly approached the mound. However, before he could do anything, he heard a slight crash, and a human head suddenly emerged from the ground. It was the mole spirit from last time.
The mole spirit seemed to be intoxicated by the smell in the air. Sang Feiwan clearly saw him roll his eyes, then dry heave, gasp for breath, and it took him a long time to finally calm down.
The mole spirit didn't notice the stone hidden behind Sang Feiwan, and crawled out of the cave with difficulty. Then he reached out and grabbed his ankle, panting and said, "Finally I found you, Sang Feiwan, the master has something to ask you to do."
Upon hearing this, Sang Feiwan hid one hand behind his back, lifted up his robe with the other hand, leaned forward and squatted, and asked without any emotion: "Oh? What do you want, Master?"
The rat spirit motioned for him to come closer to talk, then took out a small medicine bag from his bosom and said in a low voice in the night: "Tomorrow there will be a birthday banquet for the emperor, and there will be drinking during the banquet. The master orders you to secretly put this medicine into Baili Duyue's cup. Don't make any mistakes."
Sang Feiwan paused for a moment after hearing this: "Medicine? What medicine?"
The mole spirit frowned and said, "This is the master's order, just follow it and don't ask any more questions."
Seeing that he was unwilling to speak, Sang Feiwan had no choice but to take the medicine bag, pretended to agree, and asked inconspicuously: "Where is the master now? When can I go to see him?"
The mole spirit looked stupid, but his mouth was very tight. He glanced at him suspiciously and frowned, saying, "When you finish this matter, there will be plenty of opportunities to meet the master. You must be careful and don't show your true colors in front of Baili Duyue."
Seeing that he didn't reveal any useful information, Sang Feiwan silently gritted his teeth and wished he could throw a stone at him. But he was afraid of alerting the enemy and making them think he was a rebel, so he had to endure it.
Sang Feiwan frowned: "I understand, leave quickly and don't let anyone find you."
The mole spirit looked around when he heard this, and when he saw no one had spotted him, he immediately disappeared into the cave. Sang Feiwan stood up, threw the stone hidden behind him far away with a clang, and then stomped hard around the cave entrance a few times, just to vent his anger.
He remembered something and lowered his head to open the medicine bag that the mole spirit had just handed to him, but saw a pile of pink medicine powder inside. It was colorless and odorless, and nothing could be seen.
It's not a good thing after all.
Sang Feiwan curled his lips and threw the medicine bag directly into the fire. Seeing the flames devour the residue, he prepared to return to the carriage. However, when he turned around, he suddenly found a black figure standing quietly in the dark, and his steps could not help but pause -
Tiangang
The other party stood in the dark with a sword in hand, staring at Sang Feiwan expressionlessly, and he didn't know how much of the scene just now he had seen. The shadows on the side of the road fell down, covering his figure perfectly, and Sang Feiwan and the mole spirit didn't notice it just now.
Seeing Sang Feiwan discover him, Tiangang slowly walked out from the shadows, his eyes showing a cold indifference of someone who was used to seeing killing. He silently grasped the hilt of the sword, as if ready to take Sang Feiwan's life at any time, and asked coldly: "Sang Feiwan, what exactly do you want to do by lurking beside the city lord?!"
Sang Feiwan's heart skipped a beat, thinking it was all the fault of that evil mole spirit. He could have come at any other time, but at this time, and was caught by Tiangang. The Twelve Palaces were not ordinary guards, and their words still carried some weight in front of Baili Duyue. What if...
When Sang Feiwan thought of this, he quickly dismissed the terrible thought in his mind. He looked at Tiangang calmly, shook his sleeves, and said calmly: "What are you saying? I don't understand."
Sang Feiwan planned to play dumb, although this method was a bit shameless, but Tiangang had no witnesses and no physical evidence, so there was nothing he could do to him.
"Play dumb!"
In a flash, the long sword in Tiangang's hand was suddenly unsheathed, and a cold air was overwhelming. A strong green light flashed, and it turned out to be a master of the second level of the Spiritual Realm.
Before Sang Feiwan could react, he saw the long sword floating in the air, the tip of the sword pointing directly at him. He was stunned for a moment, then he reacted and retreated without leaving a trace, smiling and saying, "Tian Gang leader, are you trying to kill me here? Let me remind you, if the city lord wakes up afterwards, you may have a hard time explaining yourself."
He was telling the truth. If Baili Duyue woke up and found out that he was in trouble, he would definitely not let it go.
Tiangang stared at him expressionlessly, without saying a word.
The long sword floated in the air, pointing directly at Sang Feiwan, neither stabbing out nor retracting.
When Sang Feiwan saw this, he knew that Tiangang must be having a hard time making a decision. After all, there was no witness or evidence, and if the matter was brought to Baili Duyue, Tiangang would be the only one who would suffer.
"If the chief does not take action, I will return to the carriage."
Sang Feiwan chuckled after he finished speaking, turned around and stepped onto the carriage, lifted the curtain and got in, looking extremely hateful. Tian Gang stared coldly at his back, and reluctantly withdrew his sword, planning to catch Sang Feiwan red-handed next time.
At that time, Baili Duyue in the carriage had just woken up. He opened his eyes in a daze, and before he could figure out what happened, his arms suddenly felt heavy. He lowered his eyes and saw Sang Feiwan suddenly hugging him.
Baili Duyue subconsciously asked: "What's wrong?"
He thought Sang Feiwan was bullied.
"… "
Sang Feiwan had just escaped death, and felt a little weak in his heart. He instinctively wanted to hold on to something to seek a sense of security. When he saw Baili Duyue wake up, he paused and suddenly asked, "Will the city lord take me with him to the emperor's birthday banquet tomorrow?"
Baili Duyue frowned, thinking this question was strange: "You will naturally go with this city lord."
Sang Feiwan: "Never leave?"
Baili Duyue heard this and thought that Sang Feiwan was in such a place and was afraid because she was unfamiliar with the place. His tone softened a little, "Of course I will stay with you."
Sang Feiwan finally felt relieved after hearing this. He just needed to stay close to him, but he must not give Tiangang any chance to complain to Xiao Hei. He pulled Baili Duyue into his arms, covered her with a blanket, and said in the dim carriage, "It's getting late, the city lord should go to bed early."
Baili Duyue hummed softly and said nothing more, and the air became quiet. Just when Sang Feiwan thought that the other party had fallen asleep, a low voice suddenly sounded in his ears:
"You don't have to be afraid. Although this is Central Continent, with me here, others will not be able to hurt you in the slightest, nor will they dare to look down on you in the slightest..."
"… "
Sang Feiwan didn't say anything. He didn't know how to respond to this sentence, nor did he know how to respond to the weight behind this sentence. He stared at the roof quietly, thinking that he should just pretend that he was asleep, hearing nothing and seeing nothing.
Baili Duyue thought about the banquet in Zhongzhou tomorrow, and his mood was also fluctuating. He closed his eyes and forced himself to fall asleep, but in his drowsiness, his mind was full of scarlet dark broken pictures.
It was a dimly lit room, surrounded by iron bars, like a prison. In the middle was a pure black stone bed, on which lay a man in blue clothes covered in blood.
He was seriously injured, and every time his chest rose and fell, he would cough up blood. His limbs were chained, unable to move, and above his head there was a very faint purple air swirling around, but it was getting fainter and fainter.
"It seems like you won't be able to survive for a few more days..."
Suddenly, a deep male voice sounded in the air, as eerie as a ghost.
"Tian Yan master, just so so..."
A man in a purple robe whose face could not be seen quietly walked out of the dark cell door. He stared at the dying man on the stone bed, and seemed quite satisfied with his suffering. He held a short dagger in his hand and slowly stabbed into the man's dantian little by little.
The dull sound of a sharp weapon cutting through flesh makes one's teeth ache.
However, the man in purple robe did not pause at all, and twisted the tip of the knife expressionlessly, as if searching for something inside, completely ignoring the painful struggle and convulsions of the man in blue.
“Dang—”
A golden bead was suddenly dug out by the force of the knife tip, bouncing and rolling to the ground, leaving a mottled bloodstain.
The man on the stone bed suddenly froze, his eyes widened. The purple air above his head dissipated, his face turned pale and blue, as if in extreme pain, and after a few breaths of convulsions, he fell straight down.
With a loud bang, dust rose up everywhere.
The sticky blood dripped down the stone bed, winding its way like a blood snake, making an empty echo in the dungeon.
“Tick-tick—”
“Tick-tick—”
Baili Duyue's breathing suddenly became rapid. He unconsciously clenched his fingertips, his bones crackling, and he looked like he was haunted by a nightmare. Sang Feiwan noticed something was wrong, and quickly got up to wake him up, frowning and whispering, "City Lord? City Lord?"
"who?!"
Baili Duyue woke up from his sleep and suddenly opened his eyes. He subconsciously sat up from the couch, looking a little frightened, his face was pale and ugly, and his eyes were filled with gloom.
Sang Feiwan couldn't help but pause when he saw this, and asked, "Did the city lord have a nightmare?"
Baili Duyue was a little slow to look at Sang Feiwan after hearing this, his expression was dazed, and he seemed to still be a little dazed. After a while, he finally moved his dry lips silently, and his voice was hoarse and broken: "…Have we arrived in Zhongzhou?"
"I arrived a long time ago, but I didn't wake the city lord up because he was still asleep."
After Sang Feiwan finished speaking, he lifted a corner of the curtain to let the sunlight in. Outside, he saw a majestic and magnificent imperial city. Red-feathered envoys came on the orders of the emperor to welcome the guests from the Sixteen Kings Cities. Thousands of people rode their horses and stood five miles outside the city gate. From a distance, it looked awe-inspiring and solemn.
The people from Tianxiang City and Baigu City arrived at the city gate before them, but they didn't know what conflict had happened and were unable to enter. It seemed that a quarrel had broken out.
Tianxiang City Lord Hua Qinyi has never had a good temper. She was wearing a flowery gauze dress, with red lips, white skin, and hair like clouds. She was extremely beautiful, even more dazzling than the blazing sun. Unfortunately, her cold tone ruined her look: "You bastards, I am Tianxiang, one of the four regions of the Cloud Realm. I came all the way here to celebrate the Emperor's birthday. How dare you stop me? You must be tired of living!"
The leading Red Feather Envoy clasped his fists and said, "I dare not stop the City Lord, but the Emperor has ordered that the private soldiers of each city must be stationed outside the city and are not allowed to enter. City Lord Hua, please arrange for the rest of your entourage and only bring a few personal guards to the banquet."
Hua Qinyi's eyebrows turned upside down when she heard that. She flicked her blue sleeves and knocked the red-feathered messenger off his horse. She sneered coldly, "Asshole, this city lord has never heard of this rule. Is the emperor afraid that we will assassinate him? If that's the case, why bother inviting us to a banquet!"
Si Wujiu, Lord of White Bone City, was a sinister man. He wore a black bamboo hat and sat cross-legged on a green ox. Hearing this, he laughed strangely twice: "Why are you angry, Lord Hua? Since the Emperor doesn't want his private soldiers to enter the city, you can just let them camp outside the city. It's just a small matter, why bother with a big fight?"
Hearing this, Hua Qinyi raised his sleeves to cover his nose, and said in a disgusted tone: "Your private soldiers are all dead, so it has nothing to do with you! The troops of this city lord are all living people, why should they be stationed outside the city in the wind and sun? Don't meddle in my business!"
As they were talking, they suddenly saw another group of people approaching, and they all stopped talking at the same time. Hua Qinyi looked carefully for a moment, and finally smiled with her hands covering her lips, and said to the red feather envoy with gloating: "Hey, don't bully a weak woman like this city lord, the one from the North Territory is coming. If you have the ability, go and stop him, and this city lord will respect you."
Baili Duyue was not a good person. In previous years, when he attended banquets, those who were foolish enough to offend him were skinned alive by the Red Feather Guards. But the Emperor, for some reason, never reprimanded him.
Baili Duyue never cared to mind other people's business. He rested his head on Sang Feiwan's legs. When he heard that the Red Feather Envoy did not allow the private soldiers to enter, he did not even raise his eyelids. He said to his followers across the carriage: "Go directly into the city. Anyone who dares to stop us will be killed without mercy."
The last three words were spoken lightly, yet they inexplicably made people feel a chill.
Among the Red Feather Messengers was a master of the Spiritual Severing Realm. He took in Baili Duyue's voice and was secretly startled. He quickly dismounted and asked from a distance, holding his sword, "But Lord Baili, I am here on the order of the Emperor to go out of the city to welcome you. However, there are so many guests at the banquet that it is unavoidable that there will be many inconveniences. Please station your private soldiers somewhere else."
As soon as he finished speaking, a strong wind blew in the air, and his body was suddenly bound in mid-air by a line of purple spiritual energy. His face turned red and he was only one breath away from death.
When everyone saw the purple spiritual light, their faces changed slightly, and they were shocked: Tianyan Realm? ! When did Baili Duyue break through the Tianyan Realm? !
Baili Duyue's cold voice came from the carriage: "Who else in the Red Feather Guard wants to stop us? Who else is not afraid of death?"
Upon hearing this, the other Red Feather Guards looked at each other with unpleasant expressions, and even the horses under their crotches were forced to retreat again and again by the pressure in the air.
Although Hua Qinyi was very imposing, she would never dare to commit a crime in the imperial capital, otherwise she would be held accountable by the emperor, and she would not be able to bear the consequences. But Baili Duyue was different, he really dared to kill people in the imperial capital.
Even animals know how to be afraid, let alone humans.
Seeing that the Red Feather Envoy said nothing, the Twelve Guards drew their swords and cleared the way, forcing the convoy into the city. The Red Feather Guard who was hanging in the air finally fell to the ground with a loud bang, coughing continuously.
Seeing this, Hua Qinyi sneered and ordered his followers, "What Red Feather Envoys? They are nothing but a bunch of bullies who only bully the weak and fear the strong. Let's go, let's also enter the city!"
At that time, Sang Feiwan was sitting in the carriage, and he had already started counting the couples of the original protagonist Duan Yang on his fingers:
Hua Qinyi is one, Si Wujiu is one, and there is also Qian Jianghan, the city lord of Fengxue Silver Domain, plus the emperor's only son, and that's almost all.