His emotions were still immersed in the screams of those evil spirits, and he couldn't recover for a moment. His face under the mask was covered with cold sweat. He said absentmindedly: "...Don't call me by those two words."

Every time he heard someone call him like that, it was like they were reminding him of something, making him extremely irritated. Every time someone called him, he was startled. Wuming said, "Your Highness will always be Your Highness."

Xie Lian looked over. Of course, he couldn’t see the black-clad warrior’s face, only a smiling face. And when the other party looked at his face, he could only see a pale mask.

He said coldly, "If you keep calling me that, I'll scare you to death. Don't think you're that strong."

The young man in black bowed his head and said nothing. Xie Lian calmed down and said, “Go explore the area around Lang’er Bay and find the most suitable place to set up the formation and perform the ritual.”

Wuming said: "Yes."

Xie Lian closed his eyes, paused, then opened them again, looked at the black-clad warrior, frowned, and asked, "Why haven't you left yet?"

The black-clothed warrior said, "The location has been decided, but what about the time?"

"time?"

"The dead souls can't wait any longer. We must help them find the one to curse. We can't delay it too long."

We really can’t delay it for too long. After a moment of silence, Xie Lian said, “Three days later.”

Wuming asked again: "Why three days later?"

For some reason, Xie Lian became a little impatient when talking to him, and said, “Three days from now will be the night of the full moon. By then, the power of launching the human face epidemic will be greatly increased. You ask too many questions. Just go quickly.”

Wuming nodded and left silently. Xie Lian closed his eyes again and covered his forehead, hoping to relieve the headache. At this moment, he heard a few cold laughs from behind.

Upon hearing this familiar sneer, Xie Lian's blood seemed to freeze. He turned around suddenly, and sure enough, behind him sat a white figure wearing a sad and happy mask and a long-sleeved mourning dress, with his hands folded up in his sleeves, looking at him on the altar.

White without form!

Xie Lian drew his sword and stabbed at it. The man in white made a “ding” sound and clamped the sword tip with two fingers. He sighed and said, “Just as I expected, this look really suits you.”

Without removing their masks, the two men looked almost identical from head to toe. After a fight, the two men in white fought back and forth, and outsiders could not tell who was who. Bai Wuxiang dodged Xie Lian's sword with ease while saying, "Your Highness, you buried your parents in such a barren and desolate foreign land. Don't you feel that you have wronged them?"

Xie Lian’s heart sank, and he said, “You touched the bodies of my father and mother? You destroyed their bodies?!”

Bai Wuxiang said: "No, on the contrary. I helped you bury them with honor."

Xie Lian was startled when he heard this. Bai Wuxiang said, "I brought them to the Xianle Mausoleum for you, and dressed them in precious jade clothes to keep their bodies from decaying for a thousand years. This way, the next time you visit them, you can still see their remains as if they were still alive." He told Xie Lian the location of the mausoleum and how to enter it. This should have been told to Xie Lian by the King and the Imperial Master, but they didn't have time to do so, as they died or scattered. Xie Lian was confused and asked, "How did you know how to enter the Xianle Mausoleum?"

Bai Wuxiang smiled and said, "As long as it's about you, Your Highness, I know everything."

Xie Lian cursed, “You know nothing!”

He was still not used to such vulgar and explicit words coming out of his mouth. Bai Wuxiang seemed to see through his thoughts again. He looked at him for a moment and said gently, "It's okay. From now on, nothing will restrain you, no one will have extra expectations of you, and no one will know who you are. So, you can do whatever you want."

After hearing this, Xie Lian felt a strange feeling in his heart.

What did this monster want from him?

court.

Yes. Although it may sound ridiculous, Xie Lian's intuition told him that this thing was here to show him good will. Whether it was to bury his father and mother with honor or to comfort him, it was all for this purpose.

He must be very, very happy, happier than any other time Xie Lian had seen him before. It was as if seeing Xie Lian like this made him particularly happy, and he could not help but become gentle and kind. This kindness actually made Xie Lian want to burst into tears of gratitude for a moment, but then, more of it was disgust.

Xie Lian said coldly, “Don’t be happy too soon. Don’t think that I will let you stay in this world. When I destroy Yong’an, be ready for me to settle accounts with you!”

Bai Wuxiang spread his hands and said, "You are most welcome. I am most happy to do so. Even if you want to kill me, I will wait for you here. When you are really strong enough to kill me, you can become a disciple. But -"

The smile under his mask seemed to fade, and he asked, "Will you really destroy Yong'an?"

Xie Lian asked, “What do you mean?”

Bai Wuxiang said, "You can obviously do it now, why did you choose to do it three days later? Did you hesitate when the time came? Could it be that you have reached a point where your country has been destroyed and your family has been ruined, and you don't even have the courage to seek revenge? Am I going to see His Royal Highness fail again?"

The word "failure" was extremely painful. Xie Lian raised his sword to chop, but was kicked and fell to the ground.

Bai Wuxiang didn't know how he had snatched the black sword from his hand. His gentle and amiable tone suddenly turned into contempt, and he said, "Do you know what you look like now?"

Xie Lian grabbed the snow-white boots on his chest, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move at all. He was firmly pinned down and couldn't turn over. Bai Wuxiang leaned down slightly and said, "You are like a child who is angry. You haven't made up your mind at all."

Xie Lian angrily said, “Who said I haven’t made up my mind?!”

Bai Wuxiang said, "What are you doing now? What about your curse? What about your death? Your father, mother, soldiers, and people are so pitiful to have a god like you! You couldn't protect them when they were alive, and you couldn't even avenge them after they died! You are a waste!"

He exerted force with his feet, and a few drops of blood immediately flowed out from under Xie Lian's sad and happy face, flowing out from his throat.

Bai Wuxiang held the sword in his lowered hand, the black jade tip of the sword pressed against Xie Lian's throat, scratched the cursed shackle, and awakened some of Xie Lian's memories.

He said, "Do you want me to help you practice the feeling of having a hundred swords pierce your heart?"

The excessive fear made Xie Lian hold his breath and dare not move. But after scaring him, Bai Wuxiang became amiable again.

He moved his boots away, helped Xie Lian, who was frozen in fear on the ground, to sit up, and turned his face to make him look in one direction: "Look, look. This is what you look like now."

What he showed Xie Lian was the dilapidated statue on the dilapidated altar.

The flower and sword in the prince's hand had long since disappeared. He had been burned by fire, chopped by an axe, and thrown to the ground. Half of his body was burnt black, incomplete, and horrible. It was indeed very similar to the fragments of Xie Lian's memory.

Bai Wuxiang asked, "Who is responsible for your becoming like this? Do you think it's me?"

Xie Lian’s mind seemed to have been forcefully cleansed by him once, and then repeatedly filled with new things, becoming more and more confused and suspicious. He even forgot about being angry, and asked in confusion: “…What is your purpose? Why are you pestering me?”

Bai Wuxiang said: "I told you, I am here to teach you. The third thing I will teach you is: if you cannot save the people, then destroy them. Trample them under your feet, and they will bow down to you!"

After he said this, Xie Lian’s head suddenly hurt as if it was about to explode, and he held his head and screamed.

It’s those evil spirits!

Countless evil spirits were screaming and wailing in his head, and Xie Lian felt so headache that he wanted to roll on the ground. Bai Wuxiang laughed and said softly, "They can't wait any longer. In three days, if you can't launch the human face plague and can't give them a target to curse, the target of their curse will become you. Do you know what you will become then?"

Xie Lian felt the cold black sword being thrust into his hand again, and a voice whispered in his ear, “There’s no chance of turning back!”

When the headache slowly faded away, Xie Lian let go of his hand and opened his eyes. He was still the only one in the tattered Prince’s Palace. The other man in white who looked exactly like him had long disappeared.

It was unknown how much time had passed, but night had already fallen, and the Prince's Palace was dark. Xie Lian's heart moved, and he realized something.

One day has passed in the three-day period.

At this moment, in the pitch-black Prince's Palace, there seemed to be a flash of white.

For some unknown reason, Xie Lian turned his head, and after seeing clearly what that white spot was, the pupils beneath the mask contracted.

He snatched the thing away and asked, "What's up with this...flower?"

It was a bunch of fresh and delicate white flowers, placed on the incomplete and charred left hand of the statue, which looked particularly white as snow and also particularly desolate. It seemed as if the statue had been covered with scars in order to protect the bunch of flowers.

Xie Lian didn’t know why he was so furious when he saw this scene, and he shouted, “Ghost, come out!”

Not long after, the black-clad warrior with the sword appeared. Before he could say anything, Xie Lian asked, "What's with this flower? Who made it? Did you make it?"

Wuming bowed his head slightly, his eyes fixed on the flower in Xie Lian's hand that was being clenched so tightly that it seemed to be suffocating for a moment, and finally, he whispered, "It's not me."

Xie Lian asked, “Who put this thing there?!”

Wuming asked, "Why is Your Highness so upset when he sees this flower?"

Xie Lian’s face grew darker, and he threw the flower to the ground, saying, “…This kind of prank is disgusting.”

Wuming said, "Why does Your Highness think it is a prank? Maybe there are really believers of Your Highness who are worshipping you here."