The visitor pushed Daqing away who came forward to greet him, stepped through the palace door, and walked diagonally toward the study, his steps anxious but heavy.
Shao Kefan knew who it was, but he was still reviewing the excerpts by himself, with a calm expression, and his writing skills were flowing like a dragon and a snake on the rice paper. He didn't raise his head until the man stopped beside him and said, "How are things going?
Already?"
There was no expectation in his eyes, as if he had anticipated the result and was just confirming it.
"The medicine was put into the wine. Zheng Xiaohan saw something was wrong when he was about to drink it, so..." Ji Chen's face was gloomy and he was worried, but it seemed to have nothing to do with the failure of the mission.
Shao Kefan's expression paused, Ji Chen was really able to do this, was he willing to sacrifice his lover for the sake of loyalty?
"I understand, please go down." He said calmly, raised his palm, and waved it back twice.
"Your Majesty, won't you punish Ji Chen?" Ji Chen said in surprise. He was prepared to be punished.
"Giving you such a task will make it difficult for you. It's okay if you don't complete it, otherwise you will feel guilty for the rest of your life." Shao Kefan said quietly, picked up the pen again, and continued to write comments on the fold.
"Yes." Ji Chen's heart warmed up, and the gloom accumulated in his heart was reduced. He turned around and left the study.
The force of the pen in his hand was a little heavier, and the font was thicker than before due to the pressure of the pen tip. Shao Kefan sighed softly, with an indescribable complex meaning.
Zheng Xiaohan is a master of poison. He still held the hope that she would relax her guard because of her feelings, so he gave this task to Ji Chen, who was the most suitable person. Unexpectedly, he still failed. In this case, he could just go with the flow and win Ji Chen's heart.
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Shao Kefan put his hand on the center of his eyebrows and rubbed it gently, as if he were treating a treasure. After opening his eyes of the underworld, he was very aware of the situation in the underworld around him. He could see the wild undead wandering into the palace, or he could see the people who had just passed away.
The dead souls of the people in the palace came out of their bodies and were taken away by the ghost messengers who came from hell. Except for the undead souls who had strong martial arts skills or strong willpower during their lifetime, the others were all numb and at the mercy of the ghost messengers.
Naturally, he didn't have the time to care about this. He only ordered the mage to draw a soul-devouring talisman so that he could carry it with him when he went to hell. The reason why he did not use the soul-eating talisman was because when he was discovered, ghosts or other undead souls working for hell would be wiped out.
Consideration of leaving room for notification.
Where is hell? In the vast wilderness, where is the entrance to hell? Is it too hasty to enter hell now? Can I still... come back?
No matter what, it is necessary to at least go in and explore. The Yin Sizai who is sitting in the Yin Sicheng has the power to destroy the two realms. If he does not make preparations in advance, then a hundred years later, even if he puts all his efforts into resisting, he will not be able to do anything.
Ling Chi's opponent.
He is the king of the wilderness, with unparalleled martial arts and ingenuity, but in the underworld, he is not even as good as a ghost. The power of the two realms arranged by heaven is so disparate. Is it because "death" is ultimately greater than "life"? Everything belongs to it.
, is ultimately dead, only death is endless, and the power contained in it has no limit. Only in this way can the short-term "life" obey the arrangements, and there is no room for resistance.
Everyone has his own destiny limit, which cannot be violated whether in the underworld or in heaven. If he is destined to live to be over seventy years old, how can he end up in hell?
Shao Kefan's expression changed, and some of his worries faded away. He finally made up his mind and followed what Mie Zhou and Fang Xiu said. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the word "hell". A picture of space emerged in his mind, as if it were folded thousands of times.
The layer is thick, and the top floor is the gorgeous Cang Teng Palace. With the slight trembling of the forehead, the picture transforms into a long snake, winding and unfolding. The scenery along the way is presented in sequence, including wilderness, mountains and swamps, paths, and villages on the transition zone between mountains.
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How familiar!
Could it be that the entrance to hell is somewhere in the Yang world, rather than in the gap between time and space? Shao Kefan didn't have time to think too much and followed the picture with his dark eyes.
The picture moved very fast, about five times faster than when he cast the invisibility technique. Soon he arrived at the eastern part of Yuan Yili Country, and stopped for a moment on an ordinary mountain. The picture moved down, and there was a hole with straight walls and an arched top.
The foothills appear, with the sun behind the place, and only the stone road can be faintly seen at the entrance of the cave extending deep into the cave.
Then, as if there was an invisible person running quickly along the cave, the dark scene in the cave quickly moved to the back and disappeared without a trace. After a period of alternation of darkness and light, the cave suddenly became brighter, and a cave room with a bed appeared.
, there is a stove, a dining table, and a round stool. This picture seemed to remind him, making his heart ache for no reason. When he came to his senses, the picture was passing through a huge space, with white mist lingering at the bottom, and a light pontoon bridge.
Standing still, countless pillar peaks poke out nearby, and low trees cling to them. The greenery is graceful and has a unique charm.
The picture almost stopped in this space, moving forward slowly, as if it was telling him something, but it didn't seem like it was telling him something.
On the left side of the end of the bridge is a broad platform, surrounded by arched cave walls. Dense vines pull out from the edge of the platform and climb up the cave wall. Most of them are ball orchids, dragon spitting beads, and a cluster of white petals with red core.
Flowers hang among the leaves, and the platform is covered with sparse fallen flowers.
That bit of heartache like a bee sting expands as the space expands, occupying the entire heart. Why, why do you feel like this, why does it hurt so much, have you ever been here before in your previous life?
However, he clearly felt that this place had nothing to do with him. The pain was real but ethereal, so close yet so far away that it was beyond reach. It seemed that the truth could never be found.
The fingers pressing on the eyebrows trembled slightly, and when the doubt was forcibly dispelled, the scenery that had been blurred due to the shift of will became clear again.
The picture moved from the platform to the right, and stopped on an ordinary thick stone door. It stopped still, and when Shao Kefan moved, it should be here.
The stone door seemed to have been sealed in dust for thousands of years, and the thin cracks between it and the cave wall were no less than part of the internal structure of the stone. It seemed that there were only shallow cracks, slightly resembling the shape of the door.
There is a golden talisman stuck across the middle of the door, with complicated patterns painted on it. The characters are twisted and twisted, like swimming tadpoles, which is strange and eerie. This talisman seems to be made of iron and melted into the stone door.
Tightly set.
It seems that this is it.
The way living people enter and exit hell is different from that of ghosts. Ghosts can go to hell from any point in time and space as long as they know the formula, while mortals need to go through a special path, and the two do not interfere with each other and are not compatible, just like this cave.
In the room, Jian Xin and Qin Weiluo who once lived there were unable to pass through this door.
The talisman was affixed with the help of heavy candles. It was lower than the surrounding stone by an inch, and the font and pattern were slightly sunken inward. Shao Kefan pulled out the drawer of the desk and pulled out a thin golden iron sheet. He held it in his right hand and looked at it carefully.
, is also a talisman. The patterns and words on it are the same as those on the stone door, and they are embossed, giving a staggered touch to the fingertips.
The two symbols of "passing through hell" are inlaid, and the stone door is opened, which is the way for mortals to enter hell.
After using his mental power for a long time, Shao Kefan felt a slight pain in the middle of his eyebrows, so he removed the word "hell" from his mind, drank a sip of tea to calm himself, put a faint smile on his lips, and put the talisman back into the drawer.
A hundred years later, without reincarnation or reincarnation, he will fight for the power to rule hell, and stay with her in the endless years, neither born nor destroyed, and no longer a human being.
Although life is beautiful and colorful, life and death are equal, and there is no loss in being the king of hell.
The memory is still there, no matter happiness or pain, the future will continue in hell, and the future with her will be so long that no matter where we arrive, it can still be called a long future.
Shao Kefan closed his eyes lightly and felt warmth filling his heart. No matter how bumpy the road ahead was for her, he would risk his life for her. Suddenly, it seemed as if a heavy and hard cold bead hit the bottom of his heart.
, suddenly flicking to other places, ethereal and ungraspable, but really existing.
He was slightly startled, put his hands on his chest, frowned, and lowered his head, as if he wanted to see through his heart.
The beads moved rapidly on the wall and bottom of the heart, and even when they bounced into the middle of the heart, they would cause the heart to ache for no reason, vaguely like a dream. The cold-as-ice touch seemed to come from an extremely cold place, and the pain was like a bee sting.
The denser they became, the more they knitted together into one piece, holding up his heart and making him almost suffocated.
It's that feeling again. When I opened my eyes just now, I saw the cave and the huge space and it was an unforgettable feeling. Why do I feel like this?
Could it be that he had to pass through that place when entering and leaving hell in the future? The pain made him want to escape, and he also had a desire to find out clearly, but he had no way to start.
Shao Kefan subconsciously turned his head to look at the study. In front of the narrow convex wall, Jian Xin's feet were motionless. A large piece of yellow shirt was placed on the white pants, revealing wisps of white brilliance, like petals of a large yellow flower.
The gaps of daylight peeking through.
Unless she went out, she almost never wore boots in the palace. The pair of princess slippers from a few years ago were worn out, so she used the best frost hibiscus wood in the wilderness to make wooden clogs, woven brocade yarn into thread slippers, and made them for him.
I made several pairs. However, as a majestic king, he always had ministers or swordsmen coming to see him. He had the nerve to wear them, so he solemnly put them on top of his wardrobe like a treasure.
At this time, she was wearing wooden clogs. Her toes were as smooth as green onions. She was standing slightly on her tiptoes. The instep of her feet was as smooth as a tilted jade plate. Her ankles were like sparrows returning to their nests, drawing a perfect arc. You can imagine how graceful the figure above her is and how alluring her face is.
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Every time he would judge whether she was asleep from the posture and movement of her legs. If she was asleep, he would gently carry her to the bedroom and let her lie down on the comfortable and warm big bed.
At this moment, staring at her knees that shook occasionally, he felt that the pain was even worse, as if he had some kind of connection with her.
"Jian Xin." Shao Kefan couldn't help but blurt out, but he didn't know what he was asking her to do. He hoped that she would hear it, but also hoped that she wouldn't hear it.
The upright scroll fell on the table with a "clack" sound. Jian Xin stood up, walked around the table, folded it slightly, and revealed his whole body. He smiled lightly and took two quick steps. Suddenly, his body swept over and flew over.
, fell into his arms, put her hands around his neck, caressed him restlessly, looked up into his eyes, and said with a smile, "What's the matter?"
Shao Kefan put his hand on her back and hugged her tightly subconsciously, his eyes were desolate and misty, "When I used my dark eye just now, I saw a cave at the foot of Yili Mountain. There were caves, pontoons, vines, and small
Green peaks, white mist, and stone gates."
Jian Xin's heart trembled. Seeing him staring at her with searching eyes, she quickly buried her face in his heart, "What next?"
Shao Kefan patted her back gently with his hand, again and again, "Then, then my heart ached, it hurt, I can't explain why, Jian Xin, do you know the reason?"
Jian Xin resisted the urge to cry and cried, not knowing whether it was for Qin Weiluo, for the person hugging her, for her, or all three.
"I, I don't know...how would I know." Jian Xin tried to make her tone sound true.
Shao Kefan seemed to understand something, and sighed deeply, no longer asked, lowered his head, and leaned close to her ear, "I am in pain and need to vent."
"Okay." Jian Xin replied without hesitation.
Shao Kefan picked her up, turned invisible, and went to the bedroom.