Hearing this, Xie Lian felt as if he had been slapped in the face. He looked at him and asked, “Are you laughing at me?”

Wuming said: "No."

Xie Lian said, “Then don’t say such nonsense! How could there be such a thing?”

After a pause, Wuming said, "Maybe not."

“…”

Xie Lian could hardly hold back any longer and said, “That’s enough. What do you want to say? Aren’t you a Xianle soldier? I didn’t wake you up from the battlefield to hear you speak for the people of Yong’an. You just need to follow my orders!”

The flower on the ground pierced his heart and stung his eyes, making him suddenly embarrassed. To vent his anger, Xie Lian rushed over and crushed it. After crushing it, he found this behavior inexplicable. Why did he have to get so angry at such a small flower? He immediately rushed out of the Prince Temple. When the cold wind blew, he gradually calmed down.

Behind him, the black-clad warrior also followed out. Xie Lian asked, “Have you explored this area? Is there anything unusual?”

Wuming said: "No."

Xie Lian asked, “Are you sure? If we want to launch the human face plague, there can’t be any mistakes in the weather and the earth.”

Wuming said: "Indeed not."

Xie Lian was speechless and looked up at the sky.

After a moment of silence, Wuming said, "Your Highness, have you figured out how to launch the plague of resentful spirits?"

Xie Lian said, “I’m just thinking about it.”

He looked down at the black sword hanging from his waist. Thousands of vengeful spirits were sealed in this black sword, but they could only be sealed for a while.

At this time, Wuming said: "Your Highness, I have an unreasonable request."

"explain."

Wuming said: "I hope Your Highness can give me this sword so that I can launch the Human Face Plague."

Xie Lian turned around and asked, “Why?”

The eyes behind the mask of the black-clad warrior stared at him and said, "My beloved was seriously injured in this war. He is living a life worse than death. I watched him suffer and struggle in agony."

Xie Lian asked, “So what?”

"So, I hope I can be the one holding the sword and avenge him."

His reason was very reasonable, but Xie Lian didn't quite trust it. He narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "I think you're a little weird."

He turned around, walked around Wuming, and said in a cold voice: "From what I can see, you don't look like a resentful avenger. Are you really asking me to do this in order to launch the Human Face Plague?"

That being said, if it wasn’t for launching a human epidemic, what else could it be for?

The nameless black warrior bowed slightly to him and said, "Your Highness, I want these people to die more than anyone else. Moreover, I hope they must die at my hands. If you don't believe me, I can prove it to you right now."

Xie Lian asked, “How do you want to prove it?”

The black-clad warrior placed his hand on his saber and slowly retreated. When he had retreated three steps, Xie Lian suddenly realized what he was planning to do.

He was going to kill someone to prove to him that he had a desire for revenge!

Xie Lian immediately said, “Stop!”

Wuming really stopped. After examining him for a moment, Xie Lian said firmly, "No. I want to start it myself."

The black-clad warrior lowered his head and wore a mask. It was unknown how he would react. Xie Lian didn’t care about other people’s reactions. He turned around and said softly, “… But before that, I have one more thing to do.”

As he spoke, Xie Lian raised the cold jade-like black sword and stared at the sharp edge in his hand, with a strange light flashing in his eyes. The black-clothed warrior sensed something was wrong and asked, "Your Highness, what do you want to do?"

He had no time to stop it. The next moment, Xie Lian turned the sword upside down and stabbed the black sword into his own abdomen!

The next day, on the streets of Langerwan.

The weather has not been very good recently. It is gloomy and gloomy, with strong winds and continuous rain at times.

Speaking of which, there has been unrest everywhere lately. I heard that the newly built palace has caught fire. The king and the crown prince are both seriously ill and cannot even see people. Everything is in a mess, full of ominous signs, making people feel uneasy. Only the children, who know nothing, are carefree and are still chasing and playing.

A gust of cold wind swept past, blinding everyone. Then, there was a sudden loud "bang" at the intersection of the street, and a figure fell from the sky!

Everyone on the street was stunned by the sudden loud noise and looked towards the street. They saw a human-shaped pit on the ground, and a person was lying flat in the pit, with disheveled hair, blood all over his body, and his white clothes stained with scary spots.

Instantly, everyone on the street gathered here: "Who is it?!"

"My goodness, where did he fall from? From the sky?"

"Fell to death?!"

"Well, it seems not, it seems to be still moving!"

"How can he not fall to death?! Wait, what's that on his chest? Is it a sword???"

When the crowd got closer, people gradually saw the man's appearance. Although his hair was disheveled, his face was quite fair and handsome, but his eyes were staring straight at the sky, not like a living person. But even if he was not a living person, he was still breathing, and his chest and abdomen, along with the black sword that pierced his internal organs, were rising and falling weakly.

At this time, someone exclaimed again: "Wait, this... isn't this... that, that Crown Prince!"

After hearing this, the others also recognized him: "...It's true. It's the former prince, the prince of Xianle! I've seen him from afar before!"

"Didn't they say that the prince is missing?"

"I heard that he ascended."

"How could this happen... What happened to that sword? Did it really pierce through? It's scary..."

"Don't look at me, please make way, please. I have to hurry!"

This street was a fork in the road, leading to two different roads. It was blocked by the crowd, and the cars that came later could not pass. They all got off the car to look, making a mess. Suddenly, someone said, "Wait! He seems to be... saying something?"

Everyone then quieted down, holding their breath and concentrating, trying to distinguish carefully. After a while, the people outside didn't hear any movement, and shouted: "What did he say? What's going on? Did he say anything?"

The person in the front row said, “No!”

"So what is he talking about?"

"He said, 'Save me.'

Xie Lian lay flat on the ground. After saying these two words, he did not speak again. The people around him had different expressions, all kinds of strange things. A fat man who looked like a cook said, "Save him? How?"

Someone guessed: "Is it supposed to mean to put this sword to death?"

The cook seemed quite daring. Just as he was about to try, he was immediately stopped by others, who said, "No, no, no, please don't!!!"

The man was puzzled: "Why?"

Others told him why: "No! Haven't you heard? Didn't Xianle lose the battle? Why did he lose the battle? Because of that human-faced plague. Why was there a human-faced plague? Because there was a plague god, who was..."

"God of Plague?! Really?!"

After these words were spoken, no one dared to act rashly, and a large area around the huge human-shaped pit was immediately cleared.

After all, no one knew what was going on with this former prince. Was he the god of plague? Would anyone who came into contact with him be infected with the horrible human-faced plague? Or would he become extremely unlucky? Moreover, it looked like he would not die for a while even if he did not draw the sword. Since he did not die even after falling from an unknown height and making such a loud noise, he was definitely not an ordinary person.

After a moment, someone said timidly: "Let's report to the police..."

"Didn't they say that the Crown Prince had ascended to heaven? What's the point of reporting to the authorities?"

"What should we do then?"

After much discussion, no conclusion could be reached. They just asked people to report it, and there was nothing else they could do.

Lie down? Then lie down. Let's go our separate ways.

So, Xie Lian just slept in that human-shaped pit, watching the crowds around him gradually thin out and disappear. The blocked carriages and horses bypassed him and went straight away. The children who were playing on the street were pulled back to their homes by their parents. People still passed by him from time to time in the distance. He remained expressionless and said nothing.

A water vendor couldn't bear it, so he whispered to his wife, who was watching over the stall with him, "Is it really okay to just leave it there like this? How about giving him a glass of water?"

The peddler's wife hesitated for a moment, looked around, and whispered, "...Let's go. If it really is the plague god, no one knows what will happen if we get too close."

The peddler also hesitated and looked around. A group of peddlers who had set up stalls like him were also staring at him with nervous expressions, as if they would draw a line and stay away from him if he went up. In the end, he did not dare to step forward alone and gave up this plan.

Xie Lian lay there from the early morning when the air was lightly dewy to the noon when the sun was high in the sky, and then from the sunset to the late night.

During this period, many people saw him, but few approached him, and no one helped him pull out the black sword in his stomach.

It was late at night, and the streets were empty. Xie Lian was still lying on the ground, facing the sky. In the dark night, the stars were twinkling. He was wondering what he was thinking when he suddenly heard a clear laugh coming from above: “Hahahaha…what are you doing?”

Xie Lian in the pit moved slightly, but did not stand up.

After the owner of this voice visited him several times, he no longer reacted as strongly as before. Instead of receiving his shocked and angry "welcome", the owner of the voice took the initiative to come over, stood in front of Xie Lian, bent down, and from the sound of his voice, he seemed to have some regrets. He bent down and said, "What are you waiting for?"

A half-crying, half-smiling mask was turned upside down, just covering Xie Lian's entire vision. They faced each other, close to each other, and Xie Lian said coldly: "Get out of the way, you're blocking my view of the sky."

Bai Wuxiang was told to get out, but he was not displeased at all. He smiled and straightened up, like an elder who tolerates a wayward child. He became more friendly and said, "What's so good about the sky?"

Xie Lian said, “Prettier than you.”

Bai Wuxiang said, "Why are you so angry? I didn't stab you with the sword, and I didn't leave you here this time. You did all this by yourself. Whether you get the result you want or not, you can't blame me."

Xie Lian remained silent.

Bai Wuxiang asked again: "You wasted a whole day here today. Are you trying to prove something? Or are you trying to convince yourself of something?"

Xie Lian said, “It’s none of your business.”

Bai Wuxiang smiled with pity and said, "Silly child, do you think someone will come to help you draw the sword?"