The reason why he is called a "boy" is because of his voice and shape.

He was dressed neatly as a warrior, tall and slender, yet he looked like a bamboo shoot, still retaining the youthful feeling of a young man. His black clothes were as black as ink, and his hair was also as black as ink, tied up. A sword hung from his waist, slender. He slowly raised his head, and his face was also covered with a snow-white mask, on which was a crescent-shaped smiling face.

One after another, the black air took shape in the hissing sound, and was collected into the sleeves of the man in white without leaving a trace, as if he was collecting a stream of river water into a small jade bottle. The young man stood still in the turbulent black wind, and the man in white asked, "Who are you calling?"

The young man in black still knelt on one knee, as if surrendering, or as if taking an oath, and replied: "I am calling you, Your Highness."

The man in white said coldly: "I am not the Crown Prince."

The young man in black said, "You are. I will never forget your voice and shape."

The man in white's voice was tinged with anger: "I said, I am not."

The man in white was naturally Xie Lian, who was wearing mourning clothes and a mask of both sadness and joy.

His face was hidden behind the mask, no one could recognize who he was, and he didn't want to be recognized. However, the black-clad warrior roaming the battlefield directly called out his identity.

Suddenly, the white silk on Xie Lian's sleeves jumped out like a poisonous snake and pounced on the black-clothed boy. Although it was a white silk that looked light and soft, it attacked very fiercely and was full of evil spirit. Seeing that the black-clothed boy was about to be hit by it, he raised his hand and firmly grasped the white silk.

The white silk was wrapped around Xie Lian's wrist at one end and around the black-clothed boy's wrist at the other, slowly tightening. It wasn't that it didn't want to break free, but the black-clothed boy held it tightly, as if he was holding a poisonous snake tightly, and a trace of cold air continued to emanate from his hand.

There is no doubt that this is a dead soul.

Moreover, it is an extremely powerful ghost!

After sensing the considerable power coming from the other end of the white silk, Xie Lian asked, “What’s your name?”

After a moment of silence, the young man in black said, "I don't have a name."

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The young man in black said, "You can call me whatever you want."

Xie Lian asked again, “Are you the ghost of a soldier who died on this battlefield?”

Wuming said: "Yes."

Xie Lian then withdrew his hand, and the white silk suddenly jumped back onto him, shaking its head and tail proudly at the black-clothed youth from a distance, as if it was spitting out a poisonous tongue.

Since they were the dead souls, it was no wonder that they responded to him. This warrior in black must have been full of hatred towards the "Yong'an people", which meant that he could use them to his advantage because their goals were the same.

So, Xie Lian said, “Then, follow me.”

He extended his hand to the black-clad warrior: "I will let you get what you want."

The face of the young man in black was also hidden behind the mask, and it was hard to tell what expression he had at the moment.

But after a moment of silence, he still held the hand that Xie Lian handed to him without hesitation, bowed deeply, and placed his cold forehead on the back of Xie Lian's hand.

After a while, he said in a deep voice: "I will follow you till death."

Xie Lian pulled his hand back, put his hands in his sleeves, and said coldly, "You are already dead. Let's go."

The black-clothed warrior stood up. Xie Lian turned around and realized that the boy was older than he had imagined. He was about sixteen or seventeen years old, which was very tall for his age. He was actually a little taller than him. However, it didn’t matter. He took a look and turned around and continued walking.

Xie Lian walked in front, and the nameless black-clad warrior followed behind him. He asked, “Next, where do you want to go?”

Xie Lian looked off into the distance and said, “Yong’an Palace.”

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Yong'an Palace is located in another big city in the west. This city was originally a prosperous town, but it was always suppressed by Xianle Imperial City in the east. After Xianle Imperial City became an epidemic city, the new monarch chose the new capital here. It won't be long before it will surpass the old imperial city and become more prosperous.

Xie Lian arrived late at night. Under the moonlight, he flew across the densely packed roofs of the New Imperial City like a white cat, and the black-clothed warrior followed him like a black fox. Soon, the two shadows landed in front of a gate.

Xie Lian sensed something was wrong. He could actually sense a bad aura on the door, so he stopped in his tracks. Just as he was about to reach out to investigate, the black-clothed warrior stepped forward, blocked his way, stretched out his palm, and whispered, “Break it!”

A ray of fire leaked out from the crack in the door, as if something was burned. Then, the black-clothed warrior stretched out his hand to push open the door and said, "Exit."

Xie Lian stepped into the door and looked down. As expected, there were some charred residues scattered on the ground. Xie Lian took a little and smelled the scent of vanilla and talisman paper, and glanced at the black-clothed warrior.

This ghost is really powerful.

These burnt remains showed that someone had set up a protective method inside the door, and the protective force was quite strong. If ordinary ghosts tried to force the door open or pass through it, they would be burned to death. However, the black-clothed warrior completely destroyed the formation in a flash.

I don’t know if it’s because it’s newly built, but this Yong’an Palace isn’t very gorgeous, on the contrary it’s a bit shabby, far inferior to the Xianle Palace. This isn’t surprising. What’s strange is that along the way, there are almost constant obstacles, various formations and traps set up to ward off evil spirits and defense objects. However, whenever Xie Lian sensed something blocking the way ahead, the black-clothed warrior would take the lead to remove the obstacles and clear the way for him, so he was still unobstructed.

Half an hour later, two slender figures stood on the roof of the Yong'an Palace, overlooking the area below. 

Both of them were wearing masks. The man in white had long sleeves fluttering, holding a white silk scarf that danced in the wind. The man in black was capable and nimble, with a long sword hanging from his waist, guarding the man in white and staring in the same direction as him.

The new ruler of Yong'an was in this palace. Xie Lian sneered, "He set up so many checkpoints in the palace to stop evil spirits. It seems that he is really afraid of being found by something."