"Since then, Master Qi often calls himself Xie Xin'an, saying that he has spent most of his life walking at night with the Underworld Sword. Now that the sword in his heart is gone, he can no longer walk around the world with the Underworld Sword."

Liu Qianzi was bound by the divine whip, and her delicate body became more and more graceful. She stared at Zhao Wujiang and asked tentatively:

"Young Master and Qi Ye have an old relationship?"

Zhao Wujiang did not answer this question and continued to ask:

"Xie Bian often escorts living people to Youdu?"

Liu Qianzi nodded:

"To be precise, Master Qi has been escorting a scholar, and he will come to Youdu every once in a while."

Always? Zhao Wujiang narrowed his eyes slightly:

"Dong Ning?"

"Yes, that's Shusheng Dong." Liu Qianzi's beautiful eyes became softer and more moist:

"Scholar Dong is a madman, he has been looking for the remnant soul of his deceased wife.

But after all, he has a mortal body and cannot stay in Youdu for long, otherwise he will die in Youdu.

He can only go back and forth over and over again, and Master Qi also escorts him over and over again."

"Perhaps the remnant soul of his deceased wife is not in Youdu at all. Perhaps, it has already disappeared between heaven and earth." Zhao Wujiang sighed.

"The Nether City is vast, but it is not the habitat of all souls in the world. Some souls are wandering all over the world. Perhaps as you said, Master Dong, the remnant soul of Dong Shusheng's deceased wife is not in the Nether City at all."

Liu Qianzi's tone was faint:

"But for Dong Shusheng himself, he can only firmly believe that his late wife is in Youdu. He only needs to keep searching over and over again to find her."

"Why does Xie Bian need to be escorted all the time?" Zhao Wujiang asked again.

Liu Qianzi shook her head:

"I don't know, Master Qi has always been kind-hearted, maybe out of mercy."

He has always been kind-hearted...Zhao Wujiang muttered in his heart, could it be that he is overthinking?

"Master, do you have any other questions?" Liu Qianzi breathed heavily as she felt the golden rope tightening.

Zhao Wujiang slowly opened his hands and used the magic whip to loosen the restraints. He shook his head, indicating that there were no other problems for the time being.

"My dear husband." The fire in the depths of Liu Qianzi's eyes gradually ignited, and she resumed her soft and seductive voice:

"Can you give me some yang energy?"

Zhao Wujiang glanced at her lightly.

She quickly said:

"You can come and get it yourself, I won't bother you, little husband."

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Xi Ling Inn, the guest room on the second floor is on the far left.

The scholar Dong Ning was lying on the bed, having fallen into a deep sleep, holding a scroll in his arms.

Xie Bian stood in front of the bed, looking at Dong Ning with a complicated expression.

After a long time, he let out a long sigh and disappeared into Dong Ning's room.

He appeared in another room.

There was no one lying on the bed in the room.

Just sitting on a chair on the side of the door, Ye Qianchun closed his eyes.

Ye Qianchun was tall and handsome, holding a large copper-ringed sword wrapped in cloth tightly in his arms, his eyelids trembling slightly.

It seems that as long as there is any disturbance, he will wake up and protect those around him.

Xie Bian looked at the sword in his disciple Ye Qianchun's arms, his eyes trembled slightly, and he looked away.

His tall and majestic body was slightly stooped after he withdrew his gaze. He murmured softly, his voice was hoarse and somewhat unclear.

In the room of Xie Bian's daughter Xie Chen.

Xie Chensu was lying on the bed, curled up, with a slight frown on her delicate cheeks, as if she was having a nightmare, and kept murmuring:

"Senior Brother Dong, run, run, leave me alone..."

"Dad...Dad..."

The voice contained panic, and it seemed that panic followed him everywhere. Xie Chensu's body curled up more and more, and his arms hugged himself tightly.

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Some are gibbering, some are whispering.

Some people are mumbling words when they are having fun together.

On the first floor of Xi Ling Inn, there is one person, one ghost and one demon. The evil spirit is vast, the Yin energy is permeated, and the Yang energy is thin.

Juicer Ji Liu Qianzi's eyes were blurred by pleasure. She promised Zhao Wujiang that after dawn, she would call her friends and call her good sisters to help the scholar Dong Ning find the remnant soul of his dead wife.

She asked Zhao Wujiang why he made such a deal.

Zhao Wujiang smiled and said that he had been exposed to rain after being separated from his lover.
Chapter completed!