Xie Lian didn't know whether he was awake or asleep.

If he was awake, he had no reaction to anything in the outside world and no memory. If he was asleep, his eyes were always open.

When he came to, Bai Wuxiang had already put the black sword on his waist. Like an elder rewarding a child, he said, "This is my gift to you."

As he spoke, he patted the hilt of the sword and said meaningfully and gently: "It is definitely sharper than the ones you collected before and the ones Jun Wu gave you."

Xie Lian let him put on the sword for him, without saying a word or resisting, because any resistance would be useless.

Just like that, he put on a new set of clothes, carried a new sword, and walked out of the dark Prince's Palace with a body that looked like a new life. Bai Wuxiang said behind him, "Wait."

Xie Lian paused. Bai Wuxiang came to his side silently, put a piece of white silk in his hand, and said, "You forgot this."

That was the white silk that he had used to cover his face before and that was later used to tie him up.

Xie Lian staggered down the mountain alone.

It was already daytime and the sun was out, but when the sunlight shone on him, Xie Lian did not feel warm at all.

On the way down the mountain, he saw a stream, gurgling, gurgling, very clear and lively. When he walked to the stream, his image was reflected in the water, and Xie Lian stared at the pale face.

The face was smooth and white, without a single scar, and the neck was also smooth, so the chest, abdomen, and other parts must also be smooth. But after looking at it for a while, he couldn't look any more, so he lowered his head and scooped up a few handfuls of stream water, washed his face, and drank a few sips. While drinking, he suddenly found something upstream.

He slowly raised his head and saw a dead body lying next to a big rock on the upstream bank not far away. Judging from the clothes, it was the man who performed the art.

The man did not go down the mountain, but died on the road. There was a particularly obvious pool of blood on the big rock, and it seemed that he died from hitting the rock in pain or fear. The body had already rotted, half soaked in water, emitting bursts of foul odor, motionless, but a few small deformed human faces had grown on the half-rotten face, still wriggling.

Xie Lian lay by the stream, vomiting for half an hour, until blood came out of his vomit.

After going down the mountain, he walked for a long time, wandering aimlessly on the street. Suddenly, a hand patted his shoulder and dragged him into the alley. Xie Lian turned around, and before he saw the other person's face, he saw a fist coming towards him: "Where have you been these days!!!"

Behind the fist was Feng Xin’s furious face. When Xie Lian saw it, he had already fallen to the ground with a thud after being hit by the punch.

Feng Xin didn't expect that he could be knocked down so easily. He looked at his fist, then at Xie Lian on the ground, and was stunned for a long time. Before he could help him up, Xie Lian had already climbed up by himself. Feng Xin's face changed, but he still didn't calm down. He said again: "You are so angry. You ran away after saying nothing and disappeared for two months! But do you know how worried His Majesty and others are?!"

Xie Lian wiped the blood from his nose that flew off his face and said, “I’m sorry.”

Seeing the blood on his face getting dirtier and dirtier, Feng Xin sighed heavily and said, "Your Highness! Forget about the apology, there's really no point in talking about this, but you...what's wrong with you? What on earth have you been doing for so long? Can't you tell me what's going on?" He noticed the black sword on Xie Lian's waist and asked, "Where did you get this sword?"

Xie Lian wanted to say it. However, thinking of the argument he had with Feng Xin before he left, the hesitant look on Feng Xin’s face at that time, and those experiences he didn’t even want to think about anymore, he just said again: “I’m sorry.”

The two returned to their original hiding place. As soon as the queen saw Xie Lian, she hugged him and burst into tears. The king looked much older. Previously, he was looking for white hair among his black hair, but now he was looking for black hair among his gray hair. But he didn't get angry. He just said a few words and then stopped talking. Perhaps because they were afraid that he would get excited and disappear for ten days or half a month, the three of them were very cautious in their words and actions towards him.

"Feng Xin."

After a simple and frugal meal, Xie Lian took off the black sword from his waist, handed it over, and said, “This sword is for you, take it and pawn it.”

Feng Xin noticed that his sword-holding hand was shaking, but he couldn't guess why it was shaking. He asked, "Why do you want me to pawn it?"

Xie Lian said, “Didn’t you ask for money before?”

Hearing this, Feng Xin's face suddenly showed a flash of pain, and then he shook his head and said, "Not now."

Xie Lian stopped talking, threw the black sword aside, and fell asleep.

This time, Xie Lian acted as if nothing had happened, hoping to return to his original state as soon as possible and strive for everything to be back to normal. Soon, he and Feng Xin went out to perform for money.

Feng Xin was still a little worried at first, so he said, "Forget it, you should just rest for two more days."

Xie Lian said, “I’ve been resting for almost two months. If those street performers come to bother you again, the two of us can handle it.”

Feng Xin said, "Those street performers haven't come for a long time."

It's not because the original street performer died and there's no one to lead them, but because Feng Xin has been here for a long time. When he first arrived, everyone felt fresh, but after a while, people almost got over the freshness, and watching him was no different from watching other local street performers. Compared with the past, Feng Xin has lost his competitiveness. After he no longer poses a threat, other street performers will not bother him. Anyway, everyone makes about the same amount of money, it's all the same.

Therefore, no matter how hard Ren Fengxin shot, no matter how perfect his archery skills were, the number of people who came to watch and reward him was much less than before. It was even less than one tenth of the original number. After half a day, Fengxin was exhausted and sweaty, and sat aside. Xie Lian said, "Let me take over."

Feng Xin said: "No?"

Xie Lian went ahead. Seeing that it was a different person, the passers-by became interested again and asked, "What special skills does this young man have?"

Xie Lian did not answer, but picked up a branch and began to perform a set of sword techniques. Although he was holding a branch, his sword techniques were beautiful, and the sound of breaking the wind also carried a sharp sword intent, so some people applauded. Feng Xin watched from the side with a complicated expression, and turned his head away after watching for a while.

Xie Lian had no shame, no psychological burden, and continued to use the sword seriously. At this time, he suddenly heard someone in the crowd shouting, "It's not good to look at! It's so ugly! Who wants to see you holding a branch and poking at someone blindly?"

Feng Xin stood up suddenly and shouted, "Keep your mouth shut!"

Xie Lian paused for a moment and looked over. He saw a man in the crowd eating a melon and spitting out the seeds, obviously just to watch the fun. He shouted to Feng Xin, "I'm here to watch the show! Say whatever you want, you dare to ask for rewards? Swap out your real sword! Swap out your real sword and I'll consider whether to give you a few more coins!"

As soon as he shouted, the others followed suit. Feng Xin was furious and was about to attack, but a white shadow flashed and Xie Lian appeared beside the man, grabbed him and threw him high into the air.

As soon as he struck out, his power was so great that the idle man was thrown several feet into the air, and his skin fell to the ground, shocking everyone with his mouth wide open. The man fell heavily to the ground with a "bang", bleeding from all seven orifices, and screamed loudly, but Xie Lian did not stop, and went up to grab him again, saying calmly: "I don't have a real sword, it's really fatal. Do you want to see it?"

The onlookers were so frightened that they ran around shouting, "Someone help! Someone's killing me!"

Feng Xin was even more shocked: "Your Highness!!!"

Xie Lian turned a deaf ear to him and prepared to throw the idler a few feet higher to let him fall to the ground. Feng Xin went up and pinned him down, forgetting even to conceal his identity, and shouted, “Your Highness!!! Wake up! This man is going to be beaten to death by you!!!”

Xie Lian's eyes burned with black fire, and he slapped his hand away, pressing the man into the ground. The idle man stretched out his legs and stopped moving. Feng Xin rushed over to check his breath, but heard someone at the end of the street shouting in a shrill voice: "That's them! Over there!"

It's bad! The Yongan soldiers are coming!

Feng Xin started to run, but saw Xie Lian still standing there, staring at the Yong'an soldiers, as if he wanted to go up and fight them. He turned back and pulled him back, saying, "What are you still standing there for? Run!"

The two of them hid from place to place before finally escaping and returning to the hiding hut. As soon as they entered the door, Feng Xin shouted in front of the queen: "How could you do such a thing?!"

Feng Xin would never dare to be so presumptuous in front of the two majesties, but after spending so much time together, many things have changed. Xie Lian said to the queen, "Go back to the house."

The queen asked, “My son, what’s going on…” Xie Lian said, “Go back to your room!”

The queen wanted to ask but didn’t dare to, so she went back to her room. Xie Lian turned to Feng Xin again: “What did I do?”

Feng Xin said angrily: "You are going to beat that man to death!"

Xie Lian retorted, “He’s not dead. And what if he was beaten to death?”

“…”

Feng Xin was stunned and asked, "What did you say? What do you mean, even if I'm beaten to death?"

Xie Lian said, “Who asked this lowly person to seek death? If he wants to die, I will help him. Is there anything wrong with that?”

As if he was stunned by his choice of words, Feng Xin said after a while: "He... did commit a crime, but you don't have to kill him, right? Just give him a slap, but he deserves death for just this sentence?"

Xie Lian interrupted him and said, “Yes. If he dares to say that, he will have to pay the price.”

“…”

Feng Xin was incredulous and asked, "How could you say such a thing?"

Xie Lian asked, “What are you talking about?”

Feng Xin said: "You didn't use the word untouchable before. You never said this word."

Xie Lian asked, “What do you mean? I’m not a deity. Can’t I be angry or hate?”

Feng Xin was choked up, and after a while, he managed to squeeze out a few words: "That's not what I meant, but no matter what, it won't be that serious..."

Xie Lian didn’t want to listen anymore, so he stopped talking to him, went into the house, and slammed the door.

As soon as he closed the door, he yelled and threw himself onto the bed.

He was simply deceiving himself!

No matter what, it is impossible to pretend that nothing happened, and it is impossible to go back to the way it was before!!!

At night, someone knocked on the door. Xie Lian thought it was Feng Xin, so he didn't answer. After a while, he heard the queen's voice, "My son, it's mother. Let mother come in to see you, okay?"

Xie Lian wanted to lie still, but after lying there for a while, he got up and opened the door, asking tiredly, “What are you doing?”

The king stood at the door with a plate in his hand and asked, "Did your son not eat anything?"

Xie Lian looked at her, and after a long while, he finally swallowed the words that were rising up in his throat: "I don't want to eat anything you cook even if I haven't eaten anything." He moved aside to let his mother in. The queen put the plate on the table and said, "Look."

Xie Lian took a look and was so angry that he almost wanted to laugh. He asked, “What is this?”

The queen said as if presenting a treasure: "Look, this is the 'Bi Yi Lian Zhi Wan', and this is the 'Hua Hao Yue Yuan Tang'..."

The one called "Bi Yi Lian Zhi" looked like two bodies, and the one called "Hua Hao Yue Yuan" was uneven at all. Xie Lian had no choice but to interrupt her and ask, "Why do these things have names?"

The Queen asked, "Don't all dishes have to have names?"

Xie Lian said, “That’s the imperial meal in the palace. Ordinary people don’t give names to dishes.”

The palace, the imperial cuisine, and ordinary people. The queen paused for a moment and said with a smile, "No one has stipulated that you must name it an imperial cuisine. Just think of it as auspicious. Come, have a try? Your mother spent a long time making it for you." She handed over the chopsticks. Xie Lian did not smile, nor did he move his chopsticks.

The queen sat there smiling for a while, then her smile gradually faded and she said, "My son."

Xie Lian asked, “What?”

The Queen asked, "Why are you quarreling with Feng Xin again?"

Xie Lian didn’t want to explain at all, nor did he have the energy to explain, so he said, “Just stay in your room, don’t worry about this.”

The queen hesitated for a moment and said, "I know I shouldn't say this, but Feng Xin has been taking care of the child during the days you were away..."

Xie Lian asked, “Mother, what do you want to say?”

The queen hurriedly said, "My son, don't be angry. I'm not blaming you. I really am not. I know you're having a hard time. I'm just saying that it's not easy for Feng Xin to have been with us and you. I can tell that he doesn't want to leave, but he stayed until today because he cares about your friendship..."

Hearing this, Xie Lian stood up suddenly and said, “Whose job is easy? Is it easy for me?! Mother, can you please stop asking questions? If you don’t understand, can you please stop interfering!!”

Seeing him rush out of the door, the queen panicked and got up to chase him out, saying, "My son, where are you going? I won't say anything more, and I won't say anything more! Come back!"

Xie Lian said sternly, “I know! It’s not easy for everyone, don’t worry! I’ll go and make it easier for everyone!!”

The queen couldn't keep up with him and was soon left behind. It wasn't until the evening that Xie Lian came back with a few bags. When he opened the door, everyone was awake and waiting for him. Their faces were all grim. Xie Lian closed the door and asked, "What's wrong?"

The king seemed to have already scolded the queen. Her eyes were still red. Seeing Xie Lian coming back, she let out a long sigh of relief and forced a smile, “My son, you’re back! I won’t ask any more questions from now on. Don’t turn around and leave suddenly. Your mother will listen to you if there is anything…”

Everyone was scared. They were afraid that he would turn around and leave, and they would not see him for more than two months. But Xie Lian said, "You are overthinking. I am not leaving. You can just go in and rest."

After the king and queen went into the house, there was a moment of silence. Feng Xin said, "Even if I asked you where you went, you wouldn't answer, right?"

Xie Lian said nothing, and threw the bags to the ground, making a crisp sound. Feng Xin said, "What is this?"

Xie Lian opened the bag and turned it over. A large amount of gold and silver items fell out of it, almost lighting up the entire room. Feng Xin stood up suddenly and said, "Where... where did you get this?!"

Xie Lian didn’t even raise his head. He sat on the ground and counted the items while saying, “There’s no need for this. I just went to a wealthy family in the city. Don’t worry, no one will notice.”

Feng Xin's eyes widened: "You!..."

He remembered that the king and queen were still next door, so he lowered his voice and said, "You stole something?!"

Xie Lian said, “You don’t have to look at me like that. It’s not easy for everyone, and it will be much easier with these.”

Feng Xin said: "Then you can't steal things, right?! We can perform!"

Xie Lian asked, “How much money can you earn by performing all day and working yourself to death?”

Feng Xin took two steps back. It was the first time Xie Lian saw such a fainting expression on his face.

Feng Xin finally stopped and confirmed that he had not misheard. He murmured, "You, how did you become like this?"

Xie Lian raised his head and asked, “What’s the situation?”

Feng Xin said angrily: "I don't want to talk about you! Look at what you look like now! I didn't ask you about the robbery, why are you getting worse?!"

Xie Lian sneered and said, “As expected.”

Feng Xin said: "What do you mean?"

Xie Lian stood up and said, “As expected, you have always remembered the robbery. You want to ask me, but you are too embarrassed to ask, right? You must have imagined what happened a thousand times in your mind. Don’t worry, I will tell you.”

He stepped forward, approached Feng Xin, and said, "It's true. I robbed someone."

Feng Xin was forced to take a step back and said, "You..." He took another step forward and whispered angrily, "We have lived such a hard life, what for?! If you are willing to do this kind of thing, we would have done it long ago. Why did we have to endure it until today?! What are you doing?! Are you wasting all your previous efforts?! Are you still the Crown Prince you used to be?!"

Xie Lian said, “Yes, why did you have to endure this hardship until today?”

Feng Xin was stunned. Xie Lian continued, “What was I like in the past? Didn’t I fight back when I was scolded? Didn’t I fight back when I was beaten? Didn’t I overestimate my own abilities? Didn’t I save the people? What is this? Isn’t this a fool? Do you think that kind of fool is good? Do you think I have to be that kind of me? Once I’m not like that, you’ll be very shocked, right?”

Feng Xin was shocked and asked, "Are you crazy? Why do you say that?"

Xie Lian said, “You are wrong. I am not crazy. I just suddenly became sober. Then I realized that the old me was the crazy one.”

“…”

Feng Xin murmured, "How could you be like this? When did you become like this? I, I really don't know why I followed you..."

Xie Lian said, “Then don’t follow me.”

Feng Xin hadn't reacted yet: "What?"

Xie Lian said, “I say, then don’t follow me.”

After saying that, he slammed the door.

Two hours later, rustling noises and low voices were heard outside the house.

It seemed that Feng Xin was saying goodbye to his father, the emperor, and his mother. Feng Xin spoke in a very low voice, the queen choked with sobs, and the king spoke little, mostly coughing. After a while, the door opened and closed, Feng Xin's voice disappeared, and the footsteps faded away.

Feng Xin left.

Xie Lian was locked in the room, expressionless and wooden. After a while, he closed his eyes.

Finally left.

Ever since Mu Qing left, Xie Lian has been dreading this: one day, Feng Xin will also leave.

Because it was too terrifying, today, Xie Lian could no longer endure being tortured by this fear.

Rather than wasting time and energy, slowly wearing away all the kindness and friendship like a slow knife being sharpened, and finally becoming disgusted with and hating each other, it is better to explode early, right now!

Before Feng Xin left, he was afraid. But after Feng Xin left, he was not afraid at all.

However, although he was no longer afraid, he was more miserable.

Originally, Xie Lian still held a ten-thousandth hope in his heart, hoping that even if he admitted that he had done something he shouldn’t have done, even if he became as bad as he is now, Feng Xin would still stay. After all, ever since he chose Feng Xin as his personal attendant when he was fourteen years old, the two of them have been inseparable. Not only master and servant, but also good friends. Apart from him, the crown prince, Feng Xin didn’t have anyone to care about. At most, he would take the king and the queen with him.

But Feng Xin really left.

Xie Lian had guessed this result a long time ago, and he could completely understand it, but he still couldn’t stand it for the time being.

At this time, the queen's voice came from outside the silent house.

She said, "My dear, I'm sorry."

“…”

Xie Lian got up from the bed, opened the door, and went out, saying tiredly, “It’s none of your business.”

The queen and the king were both sitting at the worn-out table. The queen said, "It was our father and mother who dragged you down, asking you to do bad things for us, and causing you to quarrel with Feng Xin."

Xie Lian forced a smile and said, “What’s wrong with that? Aren’t there stories of robbing the rich to help the poor everywhere in the storybooks? It’s good that Feng Xin is gone. It’s a relief for both sides. You should cure the disease first and then talk about other things. You can buy the best medicine tomorrow.”

The king glared at him and said, "I don't need this money."

The queen secretly grabbed him. Xie Lian asked, "What do you want?"

The king coughed a few more times and said, "You... go get Feng Xin back. I don't want the money."

Although the queen was holding him back, she also said, "Yes, go after Feng Xin. He is your most loyal attendant and your good friend..."

Xie Lian said, “There are no more loyal servants. Just take the money and use it. Don’t ask any more questions. I told you, you don’t understand these things.”

After a long silence, the queen finally said, "I'm sorry, my son. I can see that you are struggling hard on your own, but we are only mortals and cannot help you at all. We still need you to take care of us."

Xie Lian didn't have the energy to say anything more, so he just comforted them with a few perfunctory words and sent them back to the house. In order to wake himself up, Xie Lian removed the bandages and all his clothes, took a quick shower, and fell asleep. When he woke up the next day, he thought to himself in a daze, "Why didn't Feng Xin call me?"

It took him a while to remember that Feng Xin had left.

Xie Lian turned over and sat up, stunned for a while, then remembered something.

Even if Feng Xin left, where were his father, the emperor, and his mother? Why didn't his father, the emperor, and his mother come in?

Normally at this time, one could hear the king coughing, and the sound never stopped, but today it was extremely quiet.

For some reason, Xie Lian felt uneasy. He put on his clothes and got out of bed. He grabbed a handful of things but found nothing. He found that the white silk he had used for facial mask was gone. He pushed open the door of the next room and said, “Mother, you saw my…”

As soon as he pushed the door open, his pupils instantly shrank into two tiny dots.

His white silk was found.

The white silk, hanging above the sorghum, also hung two motionless figures of old men, which had long been stiff.

It was his father, the emperor, and his mother, the queen.

Xie Lian suspected that he was still dreaming. He swayed and barely held onto the wall. He swayed again and again, but lost his grip and slid down the wall.

He sat on the ground, covering his face with his hands. He suddenly had difficulty breathing. He cried and laughed, laughed and cried, and said, "I, I, I, I..."

After talking incoherently to someone for a while, he continued, "No, I don't have that. I, wait, I, can't, I..."

Finally, without being able to utter a complete word, he turned around, screamed, and banged his head against the wall a dozen times.

He should have thought of it earlier. His father was such a conservative and old-fashioned monarch, and his mother was the kind of mother who couldn't bear to see her relatives suffer, especially for them. Both of them were pampered aristocrats, and it was a miracle that they could hold on until now.

After banging his head against the wall for hundreds of times, Xie Lian muttered, “Feng Xin, my father, the emperor, and my mother, the empress, are gone.”

No one is listening.

At this time, he thought of putting his parents' bodies down. After putting them down, Xie Lian seemed to have nothing to do. He walked around the room and saw a few plates of cold and ugly dishes on the table. They were the ones he asked the queen to take away last night. Now, he picked them up in a panic and ate them all. He didn't dare to miss a single vegetable, for fear of missing a grain of rice. After eating, he started vomiting again.

Suddenly, Xie Lian grabbed the white silk and threw it onto the beam, then put it around his neck.

Waves of suffocation came over him, but he remained awake. Even though his eyes were bloodshot and his neck bones were cracking, he remained awake. Moreover, for some reason, the white silk loosened automatically while he was hanging. Xie Lian fell heavily to the ground, and in his dizziness, he found that the white silk was moving without wind, like a poisonous snake, slowly coiling up.

This thing actually gave birth to its own soul!

It was infused with magical power, stained with Xie Lian's blood, and had hanged two members of the royal family - if Xie Lian was going to die, that would be three. Such a white silk, with such deep resentment and evil spirit, would be strange if it didn't become a monster.

The little spirit who had just come into the world had no idea of ​​the desperate circumstances in which he was born. He happily swam towards the person who gave him his soul, as if expecting an intimate gesture. However, Xie Lian didn't care about it at all. He held his head and roared, "Who!! Who is going to kill me!!!"

He only hoped that someone would come and take his life immediately, to help him get rid of this endless pain and torture!

At this moment, a deafening sound of gongs and drums came from afar. Xie Lian was panting, his eyes bloodshot, and he thought: Who? What?

Some force drove him to stagger up and go out to check. After walking for a long time, he finally found that it was the sound of celebration for the establishment of Yong'an, the relocation of the imperial capital, and the completion of the new palace.

The whole world celebrates! The old people of Xianle Kingdom are now cheering for Yongan. On the street, everyone's smile is so bright and familiar. Xie Lian remembered that during the Lantern Festival, the people of Xianle Imperial City also cheered like this.

Xie Lian stumbled back again and collapsed on the ground.

Why should he see the laughter of the "Yong'an people" when the bodies of the King and Queen of Xianle were lying at his feet?

Xie Lian buried his face in his hands, crying and laughing, hahahaha, wuwuwuwu.

After a while, he chuckled and said, "It's not that easy."

A voice flashed through his mind: The human-faced plague is resentment... The method of creating the human-faced plague is...

A fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly lowered his voice and said, "Don't even think about having an easy time."

His face showed an expression of both crying and laughing, of both happiness and sadness. He slowly stood up along the wall and said, "Yong'an, Yong'an? Don't even think about it. Never even think about it! I, curse you. I curse you!!! I want all of you to die, die!! Haha, haha, hahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!"

Laughing, Xie Lian rushed out like a gust of wind. When passing by the mirror, he suddenly stopped and turned back!

The man in the mirror had completely changed.

What he wore was not the worn-out white robe, but a snow-white long-sleeved mourning gown. His face was no longer his own, but a half-crying, half-smiling face of sorrow and joy!

If it was the Xie Lian from before, seeing himself in the mirror at this moment, he would definitely scream in fear, but now he was not afraid at all. He ignored it, laughed wildly, stumbled, pushed the door open, and ran out.

The old country's Xianle Imperial City is now a dilapidated ruin.

Near the ruins, there were still some lucky residents who had survived and refugees who had nowhere to go. Although this once magnificent capital had often been chilling and cold since the outbreak of the human-faced plague and the fall of the imperial city, it seemed particularly chilling today. Several ragged beggars ran away, looking up at the sky as they ran. People felt that something very bad was about to happen, so they decided not to stay.

In front of the ruined gate of the imperial city was the battlefield. Usually no one dared to go there. Now, only an old Taoist priest was running around, catching those lost wandering souls, stuffing them into his bag, ready to make lanterns. While catching them, he suddenly found that a strange figure in white appeared at the end of the battlefield.

It was really strange, really bizarre. He was wearing mourning clothes, a white robe with wide sleeves, and a piece of white silk was tied on the sleeves, fluttering in the wind, as if he had life. On his face was a pale mask, half of which was crying, and the other half was smiling.

The old Taoist felt a chill, and before he could figure out why he was running, his legs had already taken him out of the battlefield. He was still feeling frightened, so he stopped and looked back.

The man in white said nothing as he walked across the battlefield. The wind was howling and every step he took was on the bones of the dead.

Countless dead souls struggled and wailed on this land, so much so that even the air was black with resentment.

The man in white asked coldly: "Hate?"

The dead souls wailed. The man in white took a few more steps and said, "The people you swore to protect have now become citizens of the new country. Do you hate them?"

Screams were mixed in with the wails of the undead.

The man in white said slowly, "They forgot about you who died on the battlefield, forgot about your sacrifice, and cheered for the people who took your lives. Do you hate them?"

The screams were mixed with hisses and roars.

The man in white said sternly: "What's the use of just shouting? Answer me, do you hate me?!"

Countless voices filled with resentment and pain echoed across the entire battlefield.

“Hate it…”

“I hate it so much…”

"Kill...I want to kill them!!!"

The man in white opened his arms to them, stretched out his hands, and said, "Come to my side."

He said word by word: "I promise: People in Yong'an will never be at peace!"

Amid the deafening screams, cries, and roars, the souls of the Fairy Music soldiers and the undead spirits of the Imperial City's human-faced plague patients responded to each other and took shape in the overwhelming black fog!

The old Taoist priest who was watching from a distance took in the entire scene and was terrified: "This is... this is...!!"

In an instant, only four words popped into his mind.

White clothes bring disaster to the world!

At this time, the man in white heard a young man's voice behind him: "Your Highness..."

He turned around. He didn't know when a young man in black stood behind him, bowing down to him and kneeling on one knee.