After casually giving the soup to the boy who was staring at her hand, Ghost Queen sat down next to Wen Yang.
"Speaking of which, a hundred years ago you and I met," he looked at the horizon and started chatting. "At that time, you were solemn, unsmiling, and used to reject people thousands of miles away. But the world still regarded you as a god and thought that as long as you were there
With this, the world will have long-term peace and order."
"And I'm just a little kid who pissed his pants when he saw a ghost."
Mo Xun seemed to miss that moment a little, his light gray eyes were as bright as stars, "But until I met you. When I first met you, you were wearing a white dress embroidered with Manzhu Shahua, your temperament was as cold as the moon, and you could easily move by turning your wrist.
Killed several ghost cultivators."
As he spoke, a black mist filled his eyes.
The two are obviously similar in age, but she has already inherited the position of master, dealing with troubles and evil spirits in the mortal world.
What about him? Not to mention ghost cultivators, even a mere fierce ghost would take a long time to surrender.
So after Mo Xun returned, he began to practice hard. Fortunately, his talent was high enough, and in just a hundred years, he had the potential to surpass several generals in the underworld.
Just when he was holding his sword and wanted to go to Qingyuan Valley to have a happy sparring with Wen Yang, he unexpectedly learned that she died protecting the Taoist master from a thunderstorm.
"I didn't expect that after nearly a thousand years, you would be reincarnated on this continent again." Mo Xun looked at Wen Yang, feeling a complicated feeling of sympathy with his opponent, "I didn't expect that you would come here to open a store."
"After saying so much, I just want to get closer and find out the whereabouts of Wu Bai from me." Wen Yang sneered, and the air pressure around him rose in vain. The boy couldn't stand it anymore and almost lost his soul. Fortunately, Wen Yang had something to say.
He noticed it and stopped his efforts in time, but the chicken soup suffered a disaster. The bowl cracked and all the soup spilled on the ground.
The boy kept holding the bowl in a daze. After being stunned for a few seconds, he cried even more miserably, although there were no tears in the corners of his eyes.
Mo Xun's face turned slightly pale and he looked at Wen Yang in astonishment.
He originally thought that her spiritual power would be greatly reduced after being resurrected, but he did not expect that the spiritual power she casually leaked when she was slightly angry would be enough to affect his soul.
I'm afraid this woman is almost transcending the Five Elements...
Mo Xun calmly suppressed the look of surprise in his eyes and twisted his lips into a smile, "My brother has always come and gone without a trace. I have long been used to it." The reason why he deliberately recalled the past was just to test Wen Yang's memory.
.
His guess was correct, she was reborn with complete memories, otherwise she wouldn't be biased towards him.
Wen Yang then looked at Mo Xun. When he heard what he said, a thought suddenly came to his mind, "Because of Junshan?"
"That's right," Mo Xun praised her, then put away his smile, "There's something you may not know. The real Junshan is not the person you met three days ago."
"Oh? Really?" There was a hint of interest in Wen Yang's eyes, "It's better to be more complicated. It's easy to kill evil things. To be honest, it's not really challenging."
Mo Xun smiled noncommittally, "There is a master in Junshan that you must have heard of."
"Tiandaozi, the ghost cultivator who was struck by lightning and died here." Wen Yang stepped on the wooden bricks under his feet.
"That's right. The person who really died was actually Junshan himself. The one lying in the hospital now is Tiandaozi who was struck to death by lightning."
Back then, in order to subjugate Tian Daozi, a Taoist alien, the mortal world mobilized almost the entire Taoist association, resulting in the loss of more than a hundred people, and activated the Azure Dragon Formation to smash Tian Daozi's body into pieces.
But who would have thought that his soul escaped from the magic circle at the critical moment and escaped to unknown places.
Moreover, the aura is extremely hidden. As long as Tiandaozi does not deliberately show his face or release his aura, no one can find him.
These were all told by the King of Hell to Mo Xun.
It is inconvenient for the underworld to interfere in the affairs of the human world, so they need someone who can take action on behalf of the underworld to complete the task of capturing Junshan.
Wen Yang happened to appear at this time.
"Then you may have found the wrong person," Wen Yang said with a smile in his eyes after hearing these words, "I just promised one person to save Junshan's life in exchange for my life."
Mo Xun: "..."
He was silent for a while and did not blame Wen Yang for this behavior, "Then when are you going to take action?"
Because he knew that according to Wen Yang's character, he would not easily save a villain, or in this form of causality.
"...I don't know, maybe tonight, or no later than tomorrow at noon."
"Then I will go with you." Mo Xun said these words and disappeared directly on the spot.
Zhou He stood in the shadows, watching Mo Xun's leaving figure, and worried, "Will this Hei Wuchang ruin our plan?"
"No," Wen Yang said in a relaxed tone, "If he dares to stop me from getting Ghost Tears, I will make him directly disqualified from winning the crown prince."
Zhou He's eyes widened, "You mean, he will inherit in the future..."
"Shh~ The secret must not be revealed."
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Just after the last bit of daylight disappeared, it started to rain heavily again.
Different from the continuous and dense weather in the previous two days, the cold wind was mixed with rain and crackled on the leaves on the eaves, making people feel uneasy.
Wen Yang stood quietly at the door, her slightly upturned face tinged with moisture. Her beautiful and ethereal face was pale and bloodless, so weak and heartbreaking.
If you look carefully, you can see that there are blood beads on the middle finger of her right hand. After each one melts into the rain, the red blood beads turn into pure spiritual power and fly to every corner of Jianghai City.
It rained heavily for several hours, but strangely, there was no flooding anywhere in Jianghai City.
Finally, it became completely dark.
A ray of moonlight pierced the gap in the darkness, and Wen Yang stepped out of the door.
As she was exposed outside the eaves, the rain suddenly stopped.
"Ready?" Mo Xun walked up to Wen Yang at some point and saw her pale face without any reaction. He wondered if he had seen through something.
"The time has come." Wen Yang looked calm and was about to ask the bodyguard sent by Feng Lingche to drive her.
Mo Xun grabbed her wrist, only for a moment, and then painfully let go.
"Phoenix Origin Fire?" He was surprised for a second, but did not ask any more questions. Instead, he held Wen Yang's sleeve with his other hand, "Follow me, it's faster this way."
The two walked through the deep alley and returned to the convenience store. With a "ding dong" sound, they opened the glass door of the convenience store and the scene changed to the entrance of Harbor Hospital.
Wen Yang glanced at the time hanging on the wall. It was 21:45, which was 27 minutes before Junshan's death.
After the two entered the ward, Bai Yinzhou was guarding the bedside. Behind him, there was only the unconscious Liu Shulan.