Wuming said: "Your Highness, I will go and clear the way."

Xie Lian said, “No need, I’ll come myself.”

After saying this, he jumped down, like a white flower blown off a branch by the wind, and landed silently in front of the palace.

Just as he was about to push open the door of the hall, the sound of a baby crying came from the hall.

Lang Ying has no concubine and his son died long ago, so where did the baby come from in his palace?

Xie Lian didn’t care about this. Not to mention there was a baby, even if there were thousands of soldiers hiding inside, he would not be afraid. He kicked the door open!

The strange thing was that there was only one person in the hall, no second person, and no baby. As soon as he saw who was coming, he looked up and said, "You're here? I've been looking for you."

The person in the hall was Lang Ying.

Although he was already the king, he was not wearing any finery and sat woodenly on a throne. Xie Lian was puzzled for a moment by his reaction, but then he realized that he was wearing a mask and mourning clothes, and Lang Ying mistook him for Bai Wuxiang.

This palace also had a formation set up, and when Xie Lian stepped in, he clearly felt something blocking his way. But he put a little more force on his feet and stepped on the ground inside the palace, and the sound of something being crushed could be heard in the air.

The cold winter and night outside the palace rushed in, filling Xie Lian's sleeves with wind. He asked sinisterly, "What do you want from me?"

Hearing his voice, Lang Ying's expression changed slightly and asked, "Is it you?"

Xie Lian slowly approached him, his snow-white boots stepping on the cold stone ground. He said, "It's me."

Lang Ying was a reckless man who led his troops to destroy Xianle. With the aura of an emperor, ordinary evil spirits could not get close to him. But at this moment, Xie Lian brought with him thousands of dead souls from the battle!

He just didn't believe that such a large number of vengeful spirits with such strong resentment could not do anything to Lang Ying? Sure enough, the vengeful spirits were restless, eager to break free and parasitize on the enemy's fresh flesh and blood. No one could fail to hear the restless sound, but Lang Ying was not frightened and said, "Are you here to kill me?"

Xie Lian did not answer. The next moment, he flashed in front of Lang Ying, grabbed his hair, and pressed him to the ground.

Success!

Xie Lian's mouth curled up unconsciously, feeling both sad and happy. Sure enough, sure enough! He could defeat Lang Ying!

Originally, he was bound by his status as a priest and had no way to deal with this man with the luck of an emperor. However, after abandoning his status as a priest, he was finally able to defeat Lang Ying. Xie Lian’s heart was pounding, and he was about to take the next step when his face suddenly changed: “What’s that sound?”

Yiyi, wuwu, he heard the tiny baby crying again, but there was clearly no baby in the hall!

After checking again, it was wrong. The crying sound came from his subordinate Lang Ying!

To be more precise, it was on Lang Ying’s body. Xie Lian tore off his clothes, his eyes suddenly widened, and he stood up suddenly: “…What is this?!”

Lang Ying slowly turned over and sat up, saying, "Don't be afraid."

This sentence was not directed to Xie Lian, but to the things in his body.

There were two faces on Lang Ying's chest, each of which was life-size and had a huge tumor protruding from it. The big one had a beautiful face, vaguely resembling a woman, while the small one was wrinkled, like a baby, and the intermittent crying sound came from the mouth of this "baby".

Human face epidemic!

Xie Lian was stunned and asked, “How come you have a human face virus?!”

Lang Ying said, "This is not the human face plague."

Xie Lian asked, “How can this not be the Human Face Plague? If this isn’t the Human Face Plague, then what is it?”

Lang Ying said: "This is my wife and son. Not the kind of thing you are talking about."

As he spoke in a low voice, he raised his hand and gently stroked the two faces on his body, just like a husband and a father stroking his wife and children. But the two faces either couldn't even open their eyes, or they could only cry with their mouths open, with only human forms but no human appearance.

After a moment, Lang Ying looked up and asked, "Where is Bai Wuxiang? He said that my wife would come back, but it's been so long, why doesn't she speak? What's going on? Tell him to come find me!"

Hearing this, Xie Lian understood and asked, “You, let Bai Wuxiang feed the vengeful spirits of your wife and son into your body?”

So that's how it is. The formations in the palace along the way were not to prevent foreign things from coming in, but to prevent the things hidden inside from escaping! Lang Ying, who has become the king, is secretly feeding these two evil spirits with his own flesh and blood!

Xie Lian wanted to come and settle the score with him, but he didn't need to do anything at all, Lang Ying had already infected himself with the human face plague. The two plague faces must have been growing on his body for a long time, even the tiny hands and feet grew together, hanging down like a burden, deformed and terrifying. Moreover, they had already sucked the nutrients of the host, Lang Ying's two rows of ribs were abnormally protruding, his lower abdomen was also deflated, his skin was sallow, and his body was haggard. It seemed as if he had only a few days to live, and he was completely different from the brave and fierce warrior on the battlefield.

It seems that even though he won the battle and became the king, he didn’t live a very good life. Xie Lian didn’t feel happy at all. He grabbed Lang Ying and said angrily, “Are you kidding me?!”

He hadn't even killed his enemy yet, but his enemy was about to die! What was this? What was he supposed to do? !

As he grabbed it, something fell from Lang Ying's body, emitting a bright red glow, bouncing and rolling away. Lang Ying grabbed Xie Lian's hand, but it seemed that even this movement was difficult for him. He gasped, "The bead... that bead."

Xie Lian turned around and saw that what was rolling on the ground was actually the red coral bead that he had given to Lang Ying. Lang Ying said, “I’ve always wanted to tell you, thank you for the bead.”

Hearing this, Xie Lian was stunned. He didn’t expect him to say this out of the blue. Something in his heart seemed to stir up, but he suppressed it forcefully. He said, “You!…”

Lang Ying whispered: "It would have been better if you had given it to me earlier. Unfortunately..."

Before he could finish his words, the body that Xie Lian was holding sank, and Lang Ying fell down with his eyes open.

Before Xie Lian could react, Wuming said, “Your Highness, he is dead.”

“…”

Xie Lian asked, “Dead?”

Looking down, Lang Ying's pupils had begun to dilate. He was really dead.

Xie Lian murmured, "Why did he die like this?"

He didn't do anything to Lang Ying, so why did he die?

Moreover, he died quite happily. He completed his revenge on Xianle, and took his loved ones with him, ready to meet them in the underworld. He had suffered enough in the world, and death was a relief, and he died it all. On the contrary, Xie Lian no longer had anyone to avenge himself on!

The frustration and resentment in my heart finally turned into a feeling - hateful, hateful! It was really hateful!

Lang Ying fell motionless, but the two faces on his chest seemed to know that their host was dead, and suddenly they all cried, whimpering and wailing, which was extremely harsh, even more unbearable than the sound of fingernails scraping on gold and iron. Xie Lian was already mad with anger, he pulled out the black sword, and was about to strike them down with one sword to shut them up, but the black-clothed warrior drew his sword with a "clang" sound. The knife flashed, and Lang Ying's body was instantly chopped into several pieces, dozens of pieces, hundreds of pieces...blood and flesh flew everywhere. Before Xie Lian could make a move, he was one step ahead and said coldly: "Who told you to do this?"

Wuming said: "There is no need to dirty your Highness's hands."

At this moment, there was a sound of hurried footsteps outside the door, and a young man's voice shouted, "Uncle!"

Who? Xie Lian turned around and saw the palace door was wide open. A teenager was standing at the door, looking over here. He was smiling, but when he stepped in, he saw corpses all over the floor, and was stunned. Xie Lian said indifferently, "Who are you?"

The young man said, "I..." He turned his eyes and saw the body on the ground again, and said in surprise, "Uncle!"

At this time, someone outside shouted, "Your Highness! Don't run around. The king said that you can't run around in the palace! Don't make things difficult for me in the middle of the night..."

Your Highness the Crown Prince?

Lang Ying's son has died, and this young man calls Lang Ying "uncle". He must be the prince appointed by Lang Ying, Prince Yong'an!

The young prince also reacted and said in horror: "Ghost! There is a ghost! Come..." Before he shouted a few words, the black-clothed warrior hit him on the neck, and the Yong'an prince fainted in a pool of blood. However, the shouting had already spread, and there was a commotion outside: "What? Did you hear it?" "Guards! Guards!"

Xie Lian's eyes moved, and the black-clad warrior bowed slightly, indicating that he would handle it, and then he stepped out. In an instant, the noise outside was cut off. Stepping out of the hall, a large number of guards fell to the ground, and the black-clad warrior stood in the middle, his slender long sword dripping with blood, and he actually solved the problem with one sword. In the distance, there was a new noise, and a group of new guards came, shouting "Protect the king!" "Protect His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!!"

Xie Lian turned away indifferently and ignored them. Sure enough, within a moment, those voices seemed to be cut off by a knife and completely obliterated. Then, the black-clothed warrior followed silently.

Xie Lian tilted his head slightly and said, “The palace is burned.”

Wuming nodded and said, "Yes."

A raging fire started, and two tall, dark silhouettes stood in front of the fire. Their shadows on the ground kept twisting, deforming, and stretching.

With such a big commotion, all the palace servants in the Yong'an Palace were awakened. The shouting and crying as they were trying to put out the fire or escape filled the air, exactly the same as the situation when the Xianle Palace was burned.

The black-clad warrior said, "Your Highness, what do you want to do next?"

The man in white said coldly, "Go to Lang'er Bay."

Before Xianle destroyed the country, Xie Lian had been to Lang'er Bay countless times. Every time he went there, he was to bring rain to save people, and he was exhausted physically and mentally, with heavy steps. This time, he came for the exact opposite purpose, but he felt relaxed.

Having survived the drought and with the strong support of the new ruler, Langerwan has long since recovered its vitality. The streets and alleys are full of joy and the pedestrians are all in high spirits, which is a far cry from the bleak scene a few years ago. Only one place remains bleak, and that is the Xianle Prince Palace.

No one would come to the dilapidated Prince's Palace, so Xie Lian chose this place as his habitat. At this moment, he was meditating in the palace.

These vengeful spirits should have found their host quickly, the object of their curse, but because Lang Ying was already dead, they were still struggling, crying and screaming at Xie Lian, who closed his eyes and waved them away. He frowned and said, "Wait, don't worry, I will set you all free!"

At this time, a voice said: "Your Highness."

Xie Lian opened his eyes, only to see the black-clad warrior kneeling on one knee in front of him.