Fan Wushe briefly explained his conjecture. Zijian might be carrying some kind of curse, so he would go to the human world alone every five hundred years to experience a disaster. The time of his return was uncertain, but generally no more than thirty years. Fan Wushe was not very clear about what the disaster was.
Mu Lin now understood that the person she met five hundred years ago should be Zijian who was reincarnated to experience tribulation, and Zijian could not live past the age of thirty in any of his lives.
She thought that this news was the biggest gain of the night, but unexpectedly Fan Wushe told her one more thing: "The ghost fairy who forgot the battle between the immortals and the underworld had a part of the spirit of Ai taken away from him."
"It turns out that my vagina is missing, no wonder..." Sister Qianxi couldn't remember what happened that year, and even got a splitting headache whenever she thought about it.
Having said this, Mu Lin stood up and said goodbye.
After taking only two steps, who would have thought that a short scream suddenly came from behind, and it was like several steel needles twisting into the brain! Under the severe pain, the blood and qi went up, and Mu Lin suddenly spit out a light golden essence, his brain went blank, and his eyes were a strange scarlet...
The sharp pain in her head lasted only a moment, and Mu Lin almost fainted. She slowly exhaled, and her mind gradually became clear. Only then did she realize that she was squatting on the ground, curled up into a ball.
Mu Lin released her hands from holding her head, stood up calmly, looked around, and found herself in a fog. She felt an indescribable sense of strangeness. She took two steps and could not see anything specific.
Trapped in this fog, her vision was very limited. Mu Lin closed her eyes to feel the air around her, but she felt it was very messy. In addition, there was a faint murderous aura mixed in, which made her hair stand on end.
The sound of a pipa came intermittently, fierce and murderous, disturbing the heartstrings. The airflow around him split into two sides like sea water, and a narrow path appeared in front of Mu Lin.
Mu Lin didn't move. Why should she act according to Misty's will
The sound of the pipa became more and more coherent and more and more rapid. Mu Lin's heart seemed to be entangled with the cold strings. She clenched her hands, pursed her lips, and her breathing deepened and quickened.
The horrible illusion created by Wu Menggui at the cost of his life completely adhered to the cold rule of "attacking the city is inferior, attacking the heart is superior", constantly provoking the anger, worry, sadness and fear in Mu Lin's heart. Tormented by the complex alternation of multiple emotions, Mu Lin clenched her teeth, her face alternately pale and blue. After a while, strands of light golden liquid overflowed from her nose and lips, showing how great the shock she had suffered.
Finally realizing that he couldn't seduce her, the scene in front of him suddenly changed. The red-gold flames penetrated the darkness of the day and night for thousands of years, and the terrifying temperature burned the soul. The scene in front of Mu Lin was very familiar. At that time, the underworld was still open to the outside world. No one expected that 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals, led by the Immortal Lord Musashi, would surprise attack the underworld, clearing the way with the true flame of destruction, bringing a catastrophe.
Mu Lin quietly looked at the flames, chaos, mournful cries and destruction around her. Her father, dressed in a black robe, resolutely threw himself into the blazing flames. A mysterious light rushed up to the sky from the place where he was sacrificed. A cold rain of light fell from the sky. The coolness containing endless energy slowly extinguished the world-destroying flames.
Mu Lin has been mourning for too long. Even if he looks at this heart-wrenching scene, it will only turn into deeper hatred, and he will not let his sanity be consumed by anger.
Next came the restoration of the underworld, the healing of the spirits to the greatest extent, and then the two armies engaged in a brutal melee. Mu Lin watched coldly, even with the grief and anger of the death of Hades, without a well-organized army, the underworld people with varying strengths could not defeat the large-scale invasion of 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals.
This was a one-sided massacre.
Mu Lin saw Xie Bian, the White Impermanence. His death was extremely tragic. He was pierced by more than a dozen spears, his white robe was stained with blood, and he was half-kneeling on the ground. There was a black iron heavy sword stuck in his heart, which was the natal sword of the Immortal Lord Musashi. Xie Bian and Fan Wushe, who was seriously injured and dying not far away, looked at each other. One smiled with relief, and the other had bloodshot eyes.
A line of golden tears suddenly slid down Mu Lin's eyes, but his face was numb and an incomparable sadness filled the air.
At this moment, the scene changed, and Mu Lin saw an even more bizarre scene. The screaming little girl lost consciousness and floated into the air. The golden mark that suddenly appeared on her forehead shattered into thousands of stars in an instant, and her black eyes turned purple, weird and strange.
With the tiny body as the center, a huge circle of black energy was stirred up, spreading madly towards the entire underworld. Wherever the black energy reached, the heavenly soldiers and generals were hit hard, vomiting blood and falling to the ground, even the Immortal Lord Musashi, who was at the peak of the Immortal Lord's strength, was no exception.
Finally, Mu Lin looked at himself who had fainted on the ground after being exhausted.
After she lost consciousness, this is what happened...
Mu Lin had many sudden realizations and questions in her mind. At this moment, the presence of Fan Wushe appeared beside her.
Mu Lin smiled: "This is what you want me to see."
Fan Wushe nodded: "Please forgive me, Your Highness."
"If I'm not mistaken, these things presented by Wu Menggui's talent come from Mr. Hei's memory, right?"
These memories were a torture to Fan Wushe. With his personality, he would not let go any more than she did. Mu Lin's eyes dimmed: "Thank you, Lord Hei, for clearing up some of the things that happened back then... It was difficult for you."
"There is no time."
The tragic scene around them faded away, and they returned to Fan Wushe's house. Fan Wushe knelt on one knee and saluted solemnly: "Your Highness, Wushe has been waiting for your return."
Mu Lin lowered her eyes and looked down at Fan Wushe. It turned out that some of her people still remembered her and were waiting for her.
You think your heart is as hard as iron, but after all, it is neither grass nor wood.
There was an indescribable feeling of emotion and determination in my heart.
"Please wait for me to revive the underworld."
Every word is of great weight.
Fan Wushe lowered his head with great respect.
There was indeed no time, so Mu Lin hurried back. When he reached the gate of Danluan Palace, he happened to meet Zijian's eyes.
"… "
"came back?"
He actually underestimated her, and she took advantage of his unpreparedness to escape with the talisman array.
Mu Lin nodded calmly, without any guilt. Their agreement to get married didn't mean she could be manipulated by him.
Zijian sighed softly: "You, always disobey..."
His demeanor and tone were the same as in the human world. Mu Lin sneered, "Your Majesty, why are you so hypocritical?"
It was obvious that the two of them were enemies, but he acted intimately as if it was for her good. Mu Lin felt only ridicule and annoyance in his heart.
"You are not the only real person in this world. With such strong and vivid emotions, how can you lead the underworld?"
"It is enough for the underworld to have His Majesty!"
Mu Lin walked around him and entered the house, slamming the door shut.
Zijian smiled bitterly and touched his nose, "You are a little girl who can't stand being teased. When will you be able to change your ways..."
Finally, Zijian came in shamelessly. Mu Lin was sitting and pouring tea for himself. When the tea was just 80% full, it was suddenly taken away by a hand. Mu Lin glared at him and picked up an upside-down teacup.
Holding the white porcelain teacup in her bare hands, the tea in the cup is bright green and has a refreshing fragrance.
"Isn't this tea good? It's made from the young buds of the crystal orchid."
Mu Lin smiled but didn't intend to respond.
Zijian was not amused and said with a smile: "I still have two cans, I will send them to Lin'er later. It's really unfair for you to stay in Danluan Palace these days, how about I accompany you to walk in the underworld?"
Mu Lin suddenly thought of something and asked, "Where are the most crystal orchids?"
"It should be Youlan Palace. It has never changed and the scenery is extremely beautiful. Shall I take you there to have a look?"
"good."
Zijian smiled gently and naturally held Mu Lin's hand when he went out.
Mu Lin froze, and some resistance rose in her heart, but she didn't refuse in the end. She obediently let him lead her and moved closer to him. Although there was no more intimate action between the two, they showed a close attitude.
Of course, they are an engaged couple.
Youlan Palace was a little far from Danluan Palace, and they encountered several waves of maids and guards, as well as several ministers along the way. Zijian did not let anyone follow him, and the two of them walked together for a while, and finally arrived at this quiet place.
Youlan Palace is surrounded by large tracts of crystal orchids, like a dreamland. The flowers are as clear as crystal, emitting soft white light, elegant and refined, like a beautiful woman who is isolated from the world.
"This is the former residence of the previous Grand Princess Xi Hui. It has been vacant for a long time. Fortunately, these flowers do not need special care."
Mu Lin leaned over and gently stroked the crystal orchid, and asked curiously: "The eldest princess must love the crystal orchid very much, so she planted so many... Your Majesty, do you know what kind of woman she is?"
I wonder if she has any connection with the master...
Zijian shook his head: "I don't know. After all, she is Lin'er's aunt, so she should know more than me."
"I have never seen my aunt. She left the underworld before I was born. My father has been looking for her for many years without success. Until now, she has not appeared. Things in the world are unpredictable. I am afraid that it is hard to predict whether my aunt is alive or dead."
Having never met him before, naturally there is no feeling between them. Mu Lin just sighed a few words.
If this aunt were still alive, how would she feel when she heard about what happened in the underworld? I'm afraid she would have to hide her identity and wander around the outside world like a lonely ghost...
Zijian was curious and asked, "Why did my aunt want to leave the underworld?"
Mu Lin pretended not to hear him call her aunt, and said expressionlessly, "I don't know."
In fact, she had occasionally heard some gossip, saying that her aunt had abandoned her royal status for a man and resolutely left the underworld. Mu Lin still couldn't understand those rumors and even found them absurd!
If this is true, her aunt is not worthy of being the princess of the underworld. She is too selfish to abandon the people who gave birth to her and the responsibilities she should bear! So Mu Lin never believed these groundless rumors. She knew that her father had been secretly looking for the eldest princess. If the siblings really broke up, how could he do this
As for the truth, Mu Lin didn't know. Of course, she wouldn't tell Zi Jian about those groundless rumors at this moment.
"Do you want to go in and take a look?" Zijian asked.
"No need." After all, it was the palace of a generation of princesses. It would be disrespectful for her, a descendant, to bring a man in.