Nameless said, "Your Highness,
I'll open the way. "
However, Xie Lian said, "No need,
I'll do it myself. "
After saying that, he leaped down like a white flower blown off the branch by the wind, landing silently in front of the palace.
Just as he was about to push open the door of the palace, the sound of a baby crying floated out of the palace.
Lang Ying didn't have a concubine,
His son had died a long time ago,
How could there be a baby in his palace?
Xie Lian didn't care about this. Not to mention that there was a baby,
Even if there were thousands of troops hidden inside, he was still fearless. He raised his foot and kicked open the door of the palace!
The strange thing was,
There was only one person in the main hall,
There was no second person, nor was there a baby. When he saw who it was,
That person raised his head,
He said, "You're here? I'm looking for you. "
The person in the hall was Lang Ying.
Although he was already the king,
He didn't wear luxurious clothes and sat woodenly on a throne. Xie Lian found it strange for a moment why he had such a reaction,
Then he understood that he was wearing a mask and mourning clothes at the moment,
Lang Ying had mistaken him for Bai Wuxiang.
There was also a formation in this palace,
When Xie Lian stepped in, he clearly felt that something was blocking him. However, he exerted a little force with his feet and stepped on the ground inside the hall,
The sound of something being crushed could be heard in the air.
The cold winter and night outside the hall rushed in, causing Xie Lian's sleeves to be filled with strong wind. He said sinisterly, "Why are you looking for me?"
Hearing his voice, Lang Ying's expression changed slightly and he said, "It's you?"
Xie Lian slowly walked towards him, his snow-white boots stepping on the cold stone ground step by step. He said, "It's me."
Lang Ying was a boorish man who had led troops to destroy Xian Le. With the aura of an emperor, ordinary evil spirits couldn't get close to him. But at this moment, Xie Lian had brought thousands of souls that had died in battle!
He didn't believe that such a large number of vengeful spirits with such strong resentment wouldn't be able to do anything to Lang Ying. As expected, the vengeful spirits were restless. They couldn't wait to break free and parasitize the enemy's fresh flesh and blood. It was impossible for anyone not to hear that restless voice, but Lang Ying did not turn pale with fright. "Are you here to kill me?"
Xie Lian didn't answer. In the next moment, he flashed in front of Lang Ying, grabbed his hair, and pressed him into the ground.
Success!
The corners of Xie Lian's mouth unconsciously curled up. As expected, as expected! He could defeat Lang Ying!
Originally, he was bound by his identity as a Divine Priest and had no way to deal with this person who had the fate of an emperor. However, after abandoning his identity as a Divine Priest, he could finally defeat Lang Ying. Xie Lian's heart thumped wildly. Just as he was about to make his next move, his expression suddenly changed. "What's that sound?"
Yi yi, wu wu, he heard that tiny cry of a baby again, but there was clearly no baby in this hall!
He checked again. Something was wrong. That cry came from his subordinate Lang Ying's mouth!
To be more precise, it was Lang Ying. Xie Lian tore off his clothes. His eyes widened as he stood up. "… What is this?!"
Lang Ying slowly sat up and said, "Don't be afraid."
This sentence wasn't said to Xie Lian, but to the thing on his body.
On Lang Ying's chest, there were two faces. Each face was the size of a real person, and there was a huge tumor protruding from it. The face of the older one was beautiful, and vaguely resembled that of a woman. The face of the younger one was wrinkled, like that of a baby. The intermittent cries came from the mouth of this' baby '.
Human Face Plague!
Xie Lian was stunned. "How can you have a Human Face Plague?!"
Lang Ying said, "This isn't a Human Face Plague."
Xie Lian said, "How is this not a Human Face Plague? If this isn't a Human Face Plague, then what is? "
Lang Ying said, "These are my wife and son. It's not the kind of thing you're talking about. "
As he spoke in a low voice, he raised his hand and gently stroked the two faces on his body. It really was the appearance of a husband and father caressing their wife and child. However, those two faces either couldn't open their eyes or only knew how to cry with their mouths open. They had the shape of a human, but they didn't look like a human.
In a flash, Lang Ying raised his head and said, "Where's Bai WuXiang? He said that my wife would come back like this, but it's already been so long. Why can't she speak? What's going on? Quickly tell him to come find me! "
Hearing this, Xie Lian understood and said, "You, let Bai WuXiang raise the resentful spirits of your wife and son on your body?"
So it was like this. Along the way, those arrays in the Imperial Palace weren't meant to guard against external things, but to prevent the things hidden inside from escaping! Lang Ying, who had already become the king, was actually using his own flesh and blood to secretly feed these two resentful spirits!
Xie Lian still wanted to find him to settle accounts, but who knew that he didn't even need to do anything. Lang Ying had already planted the Human Face Plague on himself. Those two infected faces had definitely been growing on his body for a long time. Even their tiny hands and feet had grown out, and they hung down cumbersomely. They were deformed and terrifying. Moreover, they had already sucked all the nutrients from their host. Lang Ying's two rows of ribs were abnormally protruding, and his lower abdomen had also shrunk. His skin was waxy yellow, and his figure was haggard. He looked as if he didn't have many days to live. He was a completely different person from the brave and fierce martial artist he was on the battlefield.
It seemed that even though he had won the war and become the king, his life wasn't that great. Xie Lian didn't feel happy at all. He grabbed Lang Ying and angrily said, "What kind of joke is this?!"
He hadn't even taken his enemy's life, but his enemy was already about to die! What was this? What should he do?!
With this grab, something fell from Lang Ying's body. It glowed with a red light, bounced off, and rolled far away. Lang Ying grabbed Xie Lian's hand. It seemed that even doing this movement was difficult for him. Panting, he said, "Bead … … That bead."
Xie Lian turned his head to look. The thing rolling on the ground was actually the red coral bead he had given to Lang Ying. Lang Ying said, "I've always wanted to say thank you for your bead."
Hearing this sentence, Xie Lian stared blankly. He didn't expect Lang Ying to suddenly say these words. It was as if something had risen in his heart, but he forcefully suppressed it. He said, "You! … …"
In a low voice, Lang Ying said, "It would have been fine if you had given it to me earlier. Unfortunately … … "
Before he could finish speaking, the body that Xie Lian was grabbing sank. Lang Ying's eyes were wide open as he collapsed.
Before Xie Lian could react, Wu Ming said, "Your Highness, he's dead."
"… …"
Xie Lian asked, "Dead?"
Lowering his head to look, Lang Ying's pupils had already begun to slacken. He really was dead.
Xie Lian muttered, "How could he die like this?"
He hadn't done anything to Lang Ying yet, so how could he die?
Moreover, speaking of which, he had died quite satisfactorily and happily. He had completed his revenge against Xian Le. He had brought along his loved ones and was preparing to meet them in the Yellow Springs. He had suffered enough torment in this world, so dying was actually a kind of release. Death was the end of everything. On the contrary, Xie Lian now didn't even have a target to take revenge on!
His chest full of grievances and resentment finally transformed into a feeling — — hateful, hateful! This was really too hateful!
Lang Ying collapsed and stopped moving. However, the two human faces on his chest seemed to know that their host had already died. Suddenly, they began to cry in unison. Wu wu yi yi, the sound was extremely ear-piercing. It was even more unbearable than the sound of fingernails scraping against metal. Xie Lian was already about to go crazy from anger. He pulled out his black sword and was just about to swing it down to shut them up when the black-clothed martial artist pulled out his blade with a clang. The blade flashed, and Lang Ying's corpse was instantly chopped into several pieces. Dozens of pieces, hundreds of pieces … … blood and flesh flew everywhere. Before Xie Lian could make a move, he was already one step ahead of him. In a cold voice, he said, "Who told you to do this?"
Wu Ming said, "There's no need to dirty Your Highness's hands."
At this moment, the sound of hurried footsteps could be heard from outside the door. A youth's voice shouted, "Uncle!"
Who? Xie Lian turned his head and saw that the door to the hall was wide open. A teenager stood at the doorway and was currently looking in his direction. He was originally all smiles, but when he walked in, he saw that the ground was littered with pieces of corpses. He was immediately stunned. Xie Lian was indifferent as he asked, "Who are you?"
The youth said, "I … …" His gaze turned and saw the pieces of corpses on the ground. He exclaimed, "Uncle!"
At this moment, someone outside shouted, "Your Highness the Crown Prince! Don't run around. The King said that you can't run around in the palace! Don't make things difficult for me in the middle of the night … … "
Your Highness the Crown Prince?
Lang Ying's son was already dead. This youth called Lang Ying 'Uncle', so he must be the Crown Prince that Lang Ying had set up, Crown Prince Yong An!
This Crown Prince also reacted, and said in horror, "Ghost! There's a ghost! Come … … "Before he could shout more than a few words, the black-clothed martial artist struck his neck, and this Crown Prince Yong An fainted in a pool of blood. However, the shout had already spread out, and there was a commotion outside, "What? Did you hear that? "" Guards! Guards! "
Xie Lian's gaze shifted, and the black-clothed martial artist bowed his head slightly, indicating that he would deal with it. He then flashed out. In an instant, the commotion outside was completely cut off. Stepping out of the palace hall, a large number of imperial guards fell to the ground, unable to get up. The black-clothed martial artist stood in the middle, a slender sword dripping with blood. He had actually dealt with it with a single slash. In the distance, there was a new commotion. A new batch of imperial guards had arrived, shouting, "Protect the King!" "Protect His Highness the Crown Prince!"
Xie Lian indifferently turned around, ignoring them. Sure enough, in less than a moment, those voices seemed to have been harvested by a blade, completely annihilated. Following which, the black-clothed martial artist silently followed behind.
Xie Lian slightly tilted his head, saying, "Burn the palace."
Wu Ming nodded, "Yes."
A raging fire ignited, and two tall, pitch-black silhouettes stood in front of the raging fire. The shadows on the ground constantly twisted, deformed, and elongated.
After such a big ruckus, the palace servants in the Yong An Imperial Palace had long since been roused. Some were fighting the fire, some were running away, and some were cursing. Cries and shouts filled the sky, exactly the same as when the Xian Le Imperial Palace was burned.
The black-clothed martial artist said, "Your Highness, what do you want to do next?"
The white-clothed martial artist coldly said, "Go to Lang 'er Bay."
Before the destruction of Xian Le Empire, Xie Lian had gone to Lang 'er Bay countless times. Every time he went, it was to save people in the rain. He was physically and mentally exhausted, and his steps were heavy. This time, he came for the complete opposite purpose, but he was completely relaxed.
After enduring the drought and obtaining the strong support of the new king, Lang 'er Bay had long since recovered its vitality. The streets and alleys were filled with joy, and the passersby were all in high spirits. It was completely different from the gloomy scene of a few years ago. Only one place was as gloomy as before, and that was the Xian Le Crown Prince's Palace.
No one would come to the ruined Crown Prince's Palace, so Xie Lian chose this as his resting place. At this moment, he was meditating in the palace.
These resentful spirits should have quickly found their host, the target of their curse. However, because Lang Ying was already dead, they were still bitterly struggling. They unwillingly cried and screamed at Xie Lian, but Xie Lian closed his eyes and casually waved them away. He frowned and said, "Wait, don't be anxious. I will free you all!"
At this time, a voice called out, "Your Highness."
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