"Indeed. However, Feng Guiwan's hatred for me is not that deep. She must soon be unable to bear it any longer."
…
In a deep mountain behind the Sanghun River in the southern suburbs of the capital, a black shadow flashed in the wind.
He is dressed in black, has a slender figure, and wears a human skin mask with no facial features, no expression, and no contours on his face.
No form.
There are tall mountains and towering ancient trees.
I don’t know if it’s because there is the Soul-Lost River at the foot of the mountain, but the mountain looks particularly gloomy.
Even in the daytime, the ancient trees are towering into the sky, and under the shade of the continuous trees in the mountains, the sun never shines all year round.
His figure walked through the dark woods in the dark night, and came to an inconspicuous bush in the valley, which was taller than a person. He stretched out his hand and patted the mountain wall three times, and then pressed against a stone protrusion on the mountain wall.
A rumbling sound sounded. A thick stone door slowly opened between the mountain walls. Inside the stone door was a secret passage, with a man in black standing on the left and right sides of the secret passage.
Seeing him, the two men in black bowed their heads respectfully at the same time, "Master."
Walking into the secret passage without any clothes on. Not far ahead, the secret passage is divided into two. The wall of the secret passage on the left is inlaid with a wall lamp at regular intervals. The lighting is not a candle, but a luminous pearl.
The secret passage on the right is completely dark.
Wu Xiang walked directly to the secret passage on the right. There were a row of black shadows standing on both sides. When they saw him, they bowed their heads neatly.
At the end of the secret passage is a mountain wall.
The young man Yuanzi has been waiting for a long time, "Master, you are here."
"Is everything ready?"
"Okay." He handed over a bamboo tube with a thick wrist. The opening of the bamboo tube was sealed with sheepskin as usual.
He took it, brought it to his nose and smelled it, "Yes, it's fresh." After knocking on the mountain wall a few times in an orderly manner, the stone door opened again at the end of the tunnel where there was no way to go, and he walked in.
Inside is a spacious space dug out of the middle of a deep mountain, like a hall. The walls are uneven and still retain the style of the original stone.
In the corner of the hall is a long stone couch. On the couch lies a row of withered corpses. In the center of the hall is a huge stone coffin, which is covered with talismans carved on it.
Yuanzi walked to the huge sarcophagus, pushed open the coffin lid, and waited beside it.
I saw a fresh corpse lying in the coffin.
Wu Xiang removed the sheepskin seal of the bamboo tube, pinched the lower jaw of the corpse, and poured the blood from the bamboo tube into his mouth.
A bamboo tube was filled with fresh blood, and the corpse suddenly opened its eyes.
"Master, what's going on?" Yuanzi asked in surprise.
Wu Xiang drew a spell on his hand and hit the corpse's Tianling Cap fiercely, causing the corpse to close its eyes again.
"It's nothing, it's just restless." Wu Xiangwei narrowed his eyes, "How could Zhuang Keqing's soul escape?"
"What?" Yuanzi was shocked, "Miss Zhuang's soul escaped?"
"I have already destroyed him." A hint of anger flashed through his deep pupils, "It took a lot of effort to lay out the plan, but if Zhuang Keqing's ghost makes such a fuss, Feng Jingyun will definitely become suspicious."
"Master, what are you going to do?"
"I originally wanted to use a bitter trick to make Feng Jingyun willingly kill Jun Mo Shang, but now it seems that it won't work."
"What should we do?" Yuanzi was full of anxiety.
"At this point, there is no way out. I have thought of a perfect strategy, which will definitely kill Jun Mo Shang." He laughed deeply, "I need the 'cooperation' of that lecherous father."
