Mu Lin brought Zijian back to the Danluan Palace, which had rarely collapsed, and comforted the officials with a few simple words.
"Your Majesty is fine now and will wake up soon. You just need to do your job."
She thought for a moment, then ordered Tuoba Shi to handle the repairs of the Pluto Palace, and then asked Hei Wuchang to take charge of the overall situation. She then sent the judges back to do their work.
Although she lost her title as the Queen of the Underworld, no one disrespected her or disobeyed her orders. To some extent, her prestige was now comparable to that of Zijian.
Mu Lin sent all the servants out, and only the two of them were left in the quiet Danluan Palace. Mu Lin's tense spirit slowly relaxed and then turned into worry.
Zijian's pulse is not very optimistic.
Although it cannot be seen from the outside, the internal injuries he suffered are indeed serious. Mu Lin vaguely felt that there was a golden power surging in his tendons and meridians.
In a short period of time, a lot of damage has been caused. If it continues, the person will at least become a disabled person.
Mu Lin did not rush to treat him, but continued to check him. He determined that the divine power in his body should only be the divine power fluctuating around Ah Heng, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
If Ah Heng had deliberately injected divine power into Zijian's body, Zijian would have died long ago.
The next step was treatment. Gold is said to be a force of nature, and its nature is solemn and overbearing, so it is difficult to guide. Mu Lin injected the rare fire attribute power in his dantian into his body, trying to use the nature of gold and fire to slowly consume the gold power running wild in his body.
It's a huge project.
After two days and one night of sleepless counseling, his injuries began to show signs of recovery and he finally woke up.
Compared to before he fell into a coma, his body felt much more relaxed, but he didn't care. A hole had been torn in his heart, and the cold wind had swept away all the warmth. Now there was only an emptiness left, which could never be filled.
In fact, the moment he felt a sharp pain in his neck, Zijian had foreseen what would happen. He was furious, panicked, and resisted, but he was powerless against Mu Lin.
Zijian opened his eyes with great effort and saw Mulin standing by his bed, drinking tea calmly. Mulin looked over and Zijian just stared up at her, as if trying to find some clues. The two of them stared at each other.
Zijian was disappointed after all.
When Zijian woke up, he did not have the attack as Mu Lin had imagined, but there was no light in his eyes, as if he was a dying old man who had lost hope in life.
After a long time, Zijian finally returned to reality from his own world, coughed lightly and said:
"How long have I slept?"
"Two days and one night."
After a long while, Zijian said calmly:
"Congratulations, you got what you wanted."
Mu Lin did not pretend to express his regret, but said directly:
"You're welcome."
Very cold and real.
Zijian finally understood what it meant that a forced melon is not sweet and what it meant to draw a circle on the ground and trap oneself.
Was it because of the power of the curse? In just a few short decades, from great joy to great sorrow, the dream turned into absurdity.
In the end, he was still alone, disheartened and without any desires.
He asked her:
"What are your plans next?"
The master asked her the same question. Mu Lin smiled slightly:
"Even if we can't be together, why don't you make a deal with me?"
Zijian still looked listless.
"Tell me."
"As we all know, the skeleton of the Hell Demon Lord has been destroyed by the gods. Do you think the people of the Immortal Court were slaughtered by the gods, or did they escape back to the Immortal Realm? And will the God Realm go to the Immortal Realm to seek an explanation?"
Although Zijian was emotionally hurt, his mind was still clear:
"No matter what, the Immortal Court must give an explanation, and I am the best scapegoat."
Even if the gods didn't kill him personally, the people of the Immortal Court would not let him go. Zijian knew the methods of the Immortal Emperor very well. He would definitely become a victim of the game between the Immortal Realm and the God Realm, and then a new puppet would come to replace him.
Mu Lin looked at him meaningfully and chose his words more carefully:
"So, why don't you join forces with me, Your Majesty?"
After years of hard work, the power and glory in your hands, are you really willing to hand it over to others? Then you will become a sinner despised by the three realms and suffer endless punishment.
Mu Lin didn't believe that Zijian was so great.
"What can the princess give me?"
"Under the blessing of the Emperor Immortal of Yingzhou, the first step is to clear your name and make the Immortal Court lose the opportunity to judge your crime."
"Furthermore, Your Majesty should think about the independence of the underworld."
Rebellious and independent, relying on the unique geographical conditions, they regained the freedom they had ten thousand years ago and were no longer controlled and exploited by the Immortal Court.
Zijian is a smart man. There is no need to say much to a smart man. He can imagine and consider the benefits that can be obtained and the feasibility of this matter.
"The Underworld has been recuperating for less than ten thousand years. I'm afraid most of its people are unwilling to go to war."
Mu Lin looked at him meaningfully:
"No, they just forgot their hatred."
Zijian nodded, not really surprised:
"You really know it. I guess this is your purpose, right?"
"Yes, Mu Lin has always come here for the Queyin Pearl."
"The risk I have to take is too great, and the princess has gathered all the old ministers with just a few words. I'm afraid there is no place for Zijian to stand."
Zijian knew that the matter of God's judgment had already shaken his prestige. He had done a good job as Hades in recent years, but he was afraid of comparison. Compared with the authority and selfless sacrifice of the previous Hades for more than 100,000 years, what were his chances of winning
If the elders of the Hades regain their memories, they will definitely submit to the former princess. Then his situation will be...
He said sincerely but helplessly:
"If you and I were still husband and wife, Zijian would naturally believe the princess."
But now, he was actually a little disheartened and didn't want to live anymore.
Mu Lin understood the hidden meaning in his words, and she had already thought of a way to persuade him.
"Your Majesty is always Your Majesty. The underworld is Mu Lin's underworld, and it is also your underworld. If you and I can't be husband and wife, can we be brother and sister? What's more, Lin already has a way to remove the curse for Your Majesty to show his sincerity."
"oh?"
It would be a lie to say that I didn't feel any resistance when my wife turned into a girl. When Zijian heard the last sentence, he finally became interested.
The curse could only be lifted through blood connection, and he had thought about it for thousands of years but could not think of any other solution. Since she was unwilling to bear children for him, she must have thought of some other alternative.
Mu Lin smiled slyly and said:
"The Zhuomin cat demon clan has the innate ability to exchange blood."
Zijian frowned and asked back:
"Are you talking about the Zhuomin cat demon clan that injects demon blood into mortals, kills them and then eats them, giving birth to a litter of people, and their ancestors for eighteen generations have settled in the eighteen levels of hell?"
"right."
Mu Lin was a little embarrassed. She had only seen records of the Zhuomin cat demon tribe in hell in books. She didn't know that they were so evil and liked to reproduce crazily, becoming a scourge to hell.
"Your curse itself is bizarre, so it's not a bad idea to take an unconventional approach."
"Princess, you want them to inject blood into Zijian's body. The risk to both you and me is high."
"... Actually, my blood is quite special." Mu Lin remembered something and calmly promoted it: "Maybe it can bring some benefits to Your Majesty."
Zijian: “…”
Why does it sound so unreliable
Although there is no urgent need to lift the curse, Zijian's current situation is indeed dangerous, so he can only try his best.
"As long as the curse can be lifted, our deal is done, and the Queyin Pearl will be returned soon."
Mu Lin thought about it and smiled:
"Do you want to sign a spiritual contract? After all, you and I are no longer husband and wife, and I cannot completely trust Your Majesty."
Zijian: “…”
This is called giving someone a taste of their own medicine.
But one thing is true, in the hearts of the two, "we" has become "you and me", and there is no going back.
Zijian would never mention getting back together. Being able to force it once doesn't mean he can force it a second time. He has to have dignity and self-respect too, right
What's more, who knows what the consequences will be if we go against God's will
A ball of light red appeared in Mu Lin's hand, slowly unfolding into the shape of a piece of paper with agreements written on it.
So she was waiting for him here. Zijian was impressed:
"Have you been ready for this?"
Mu Lin waved his hand.
"I wrote this while you were unconscious."
After Zijian checked and found nothing wrong, he and Mu Lin signed with their blood at the same time.
The blood bead turned into the names of the two people, and the moment it fell on Lingqi, he suddenly chuckled.
"Lin'er, look at these two names side by side. Do they look like the marriage that was made on the Three Lives Stone..."
"No, don't think about it." Mu Lin paused, "Zijian, after the curse is lifted, you will get your own happiness."
"good."
But this happiness has nothing to do with her.
After thoroughly sorting out their private affairs, the two of them were more united than ever before.
Everyone knows that there is no time to feel sad about the passing of time.
Zijian came forward to appease many officials. At a time when people's hearts were in turmoil, his means of settling the dissatisfaction were quite ruthless and could be described as thunderous, strangling the potential turmoil in the underworld in the cradle. At the same time, he did not forget to contact the cat demon.
And Mu Lin finally confessed his plan to his master completely and frankly.
Orikawa could finally understand the hatred and forbearance that was constantly accumulating in her eyes. One day, it would reach a critical point and would either explode in silence or perish in silence.
Her choice was unbreakable from the beginning to the end, and Orikawa could not stop her, nor would he try to stop her. It really wasn't a big deal for him, no matter right or wrong, success or failure, as long as he stood behind her and covered her up, she would be safe.
He promised her to clear Zijian's name, and immediately wrote a letter and sent it to Jiuxian Mountain. Zhechuan believed that Immortal Lord Luochen would handle this matter beautifully and beyond reproach.
Then it was the disciple who changed Zijian's blood. Zhechuan couldn't persuade her, so he had to go with her to see the situation. If there was anything wrong, he could save something in time.
News soon came from Zijian: This can be done.
This is good news. The uncertain thing is now halfway to success. Mu Lin breathed a sigh of relief.
Soon she became nervous again, as she was going to have a tough battle ahead.
The one who gave them the blood transfusion was the chief of the Zhuomin demon cat clan, an old cat who had lived for more than 30,000 years.
The old cat is not old, and its golden fur is shiny and smooth, making fur lovers unable to take their eyes off it.