However, both Corpse Ghost and Shui Hongshao, whom Lan Ling had named as the Goddess of Misfortune, turned a deaf ear to him. The two of them continued to converse in a language that no one could understand.
Lan Ling said, "Peerless, don't you want to get out?"
Immediately, Corpse Ghost stopped talking and looked at Lan Ling. He then stood up and said, "Sir Emissary, are you going to let me out? I've already become very cultured. You can let me out now. I promise that I won't harm the world after I get out. The tragedy from three hundred and ninety years ago won't happen again. I'll dedicate the rest of my life to the great arts and literature. "
They had already heard this conversation. Lan Ling and the Young Rakshasa King looked at each other.
This Corpse Ghost, whom Lan Ling had named Peerless but whose actual name was Sirius, only had a very short memory. It probably didn't even have a day's worth of memory. Anything, as long as it was more than a day, it would be completely forgotten.
In the past, Lan Ling might have found this very funny. However, he felt sad now.
This was because he used to be the host of the Ghost King, The Fourth. It was because of the departure of The Fourth's soul that he had turned into a lunatic.
"Alright, I believe you." Lan Ling said, "Now, I'll let you out."
Corpse Ghost pointed at the crystal ball nearby and said, "You only need to turn that mechanism to open the prison and let me out."
Lan Ling couldn't help but look at the large hole in the energy prison wall. It was a door, but Corpse Ghost still wanted him to turn the mechanism.
Lan Ling stepped forward and held the crystal ball with both hands. He turned the mechanism gently.
The door of the energy prison opened once again.
Corpse Ghost stood up and said, "After living in this prison for three hundred and ninety years, I'm about to leave. I want to compose a poem."
However, after thinking for a while, Corpse Ghost didn't compose a poem in the end. Instead, he felt, "How strange. My poems are like a surging river, endlessly flowing. Why can't I compose a poem now?"
This was because he had already composed a poem on the topic of leaving the prison.
His thinking was very strange. He could only remember anything for a day at most. However, he remembered the tragedy from 390 years ago and knew how long he had been imprisoned.
Ghoul walked out.
The Misfortune Goddess, Shui Hongshao, also stood up and walked out.
Lan Ling and the Young Rakshasa King brought Ghoul and Shui Hongshao to the exit of the second layer of the prison.
Once again, the three humans and one Corpse Ghoul left the laboratory on the second floor and arrived on the first floor.
He walked out of the door of the laboratory on the first floor.
Instantly, the door turned from a solid substance into a ball of light and shadow.
The entire secret laboratory of the Dragon Temple also turned into a three-dimensional shadow, and then gradually shrank into a two-dimensional pattern. Finally, it disappeared from the flat surface of the mountain without a trace.
…
Lan Ling said to Ghoul, "Come home with me."
Corpse Gui shook his head seriously. "No, I want to experience the great rivers and mountains of this world. Moreover, I want to pursue my heart's longing. "
Lan Ling immediately racked his brains. The Young Rakshasa King also racked his brains, trying to make this Corpse Gui stay and bring him back to Flame Demon City.
However, he just left with big strides.
He walked to the end of the platform. Below him was a bottomless cliff. He stepped on the air. However, he did not fall down. Instead, he stepped on the air and went far away.
There was no need to talk about this Corpse Gui's cultivation.
And Lan Ling could not stop him at all. He was a crazy Corpse Gui. There was nothing in this world that could attract him, and no benefits could buy him over. And trying to stop him with force? That was even more of a fool's dream.
When this Corpse Gui was angry, he could kill a Devil Sage level Heaven's Tomb Priest with just his gaze.
Then, something even worse happened.
The Goddess of Misfortune, Shui Hongshao looked at Lan Ling and the Young Rakshasa King, then at the peerless Corpse Gui. She felt that Corpse Gui's charm was greater, so she decided to leave with him.
In the eyes of this Goddess of Misfortune, whose mind was like a blank piece of paper, the combination of Lan Ling and the Young Rakshasa King, two peerless men, was not as charming as a rotten Corpse Gui.
Lan Ling and the Young Rakshasa King were anxious. It was fine if Corpse Gui left.
This Goddess of Misfortune, Shui Hongshao, could not leave. She was the door to the mysterious study of energy. She was the key to the Balrog Empire's strength.
Instantly, the two were extremely anxious. They did not know what to do.
Using force was definitely out of the question. After receiving a portion of Lan Ling's Golden Bloodline, Shui Hongshao's cultivation had become stronger. She was now on par with the Young Rakshasa King.
More importantly, she had the mind of a child. She was like a blank piece of paper. If they used force to make her stay, she would treat them as an enemy for the rest of their lives. They would never be able to win her heart.
"Galactic Magic Meteorite …" the Young Rakshasa King and Lan Ling said at the same time.
Then, Lan Ling took out a crystal box from his pocket. After he opened it, a Galactic Magic Meteorite was revealed.
A wave of mysterious and powerful dark energy was released.
Indeed, this powerful and mysterious dark energy was extremely attractive to the Goddess of Misfortune, Shui Hongshao.
She was like a blank piece of paper now. However, because of the ancient memories of Lan Ling's Golden Bloodline, the mysterious energy imprint in her body had been activated. Hence, the mysterious study of energy became the only color on this blank piece of paper. It was the only attraction.
The Goddess of Misfortune, Shui Hongshao, stared at the Galactic Magic Meteorite.
Then …
She opened her jade-like hands. The Galactic Magic Meteorite flew into her hands as if it had grown wings.
Very quickly, she felt her life force draining away. It was being swallowed by the Galactic Magic Meteorite.
Then, an even more stunning scene appeared.
An energy shield appeared in her hands and blocked the black hole's devouring power from the Galactic Magic Meteorite.
All of this was completely natural.
Lan Ling and the Young Rakshasa King's eyes almost popped out of their sockets from jealousy. They gritted their teeth.
Then, an even more stunning scene appeared.
The Galactic Magic Meteorite in her hands seemed to be bombarded by some mysterious energy. It began to tremble.
"Pfft …" The extremely hard Galactic Magic Meteorite suddenly turned into dust.
Then, in her hands, the Galactic Magic Meteorite continued to split, split, split.
Finally …
It began to separate, separating pure dark energy and transparent crystals.
Such a powerful Galactic Magic Meteorite … was actually separated into two substances by her.
Did she have to be so awesome?
All of this was because the ancient memories of the Golden Bloodline had activated the mysterious energy imprint in her body. All of this mysterious energy imprint came from the mysterious power on the moon.
"I have many fun things like this at home. Come home with me!" Lan Ling said in a gentle tone. He looked like a fool trying to trick a little girl with a lollipop.
Shui Hongshao, whose mind was as blank as a piece of paper, looked at the dark energy in her hands, then at the ghoul in the distance.
To her, ghouls were much more amiable and interesting.
However, the dark energy in her hands was also quite fun to play with. This made it difficult for her to choose.
After thinking for a while, she sped up and chased after the ghoul.
After rushing off the platform, she did not have the same cultivation level as the ghoul, so it was difficult for her to walk on air.
Then, she did something that defied the natural order.
She modified the dark energy and crystal in her palm to construct a small anti-gravity energy formation. Then, she stepped on it and flew into the void.
Lan Ling and the Young Rakshasa King looked at each other again. They felt like crying.
This woman in front of them could not be called Shui Hongshao. She could only be called the Goddess of Misfortune. She really did whatever she wanted with her energy.
She was just like Beethoven or Mozart. She could play the piano as soon as she saw it. She did not even need to learn.
After catching up to the ghoul, the Goddess of Misfortune, Shui Hongshao, gestured with her hands and feet and chatted with the ghoul enthusiastically. It looked like she was persuading the ghoul to follow her to Lan Ling's house.
The ghoul shook its head. It wanted to travel the world, write poems, and dedicate itself to art.
Then, Shui Hongshao showed off her new toy to it, showing off her dark energy.
Then, the two of them engaged in a conversation that Lan Ling could not understand at all.
After a full three minutes, the ghoul and Shui Hongshao returned. It agreed to be a guest at Lan Ling's house.
Lan Ling and the Young Rakshasa King were speechless again.
They tried everything they could but could not make the ghoul stay. However, Shui Hongshao, who was as intelligent as a child, could do it.
Just like that, Lan Ling and the Young Rakshasa King brought Shui Hongshao and the ghoul back to Flame Demon City!
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Flame Demon City!
Lan Ling saw Du Yan lying on the bed. His limbs had been severed, and his tongue had been cut off.
He was still alive, but he was already emaciated. When he saw Lan Ling, Du Yan's tears gushed out.
His wife hurriedly took out Du Yan's severed limbs. Even if they were placed in ice, they were already dead.
Lan Ling reattached Du Yan's severed limbs to the wounds. Then, he cut his finger and dripped his blood onto the wounds.
A shocking scene appeared.
The wounds on Du Yan's severed limbs began to heal. The necrotic limbs rapidly regained their vitality.
Meanwhile, his crushed tongue grew back out of thin air once again.
"Boom …"
Not only that, because Lan Ling's cultivation base had skyrocketed, a single drop of his blood allowed Du Yan's cultivation base to break through rapidly.
Not only did it allow his limbs to recover, but it also allowed him to break through the Devil Sect. He was very talented, but he was still a human. No matter how hard he tried, it would probably be difficult for him to break through the Devil Sect.
However, a single drop of Lan Ling's blood allowed him to break through the Devil Sect. It was truly a blessing in disguise.
Du Yan's wife knelt on the ground to express her gratitude, sobbing uncontrollably.
Du Yan trembled as he said, "Your Highness, actually … I am no longer afraid of death. However, I am even more afraid of death because I still have too many things to accomplish. I still have too many dreams that I have yet to realize. The Balrog Empire has yet to be established, and my talents have yet to be displayed! "
Lan Ling nodded and patted him on the shoulder. "Soon, the Silver Alliance will undergo a reorganization and establish the White Cloud County. You will become the governor of the White Cloud County, the highest military and civil official in this area."
Du Yan knelt on the ground and kowtowed. "Thank you, Your Highness. I can't repay you even if I die. I can only do my best until the day I die."
Lan Ling looked at Du Yan's wife. She was indeed a woman with an ordinary appearance that was close to the human race. She said, "Du Yan is my uncle's foster son. He is my foster brother. So you can be considered my sister-in-law. Hello!"
This human woman knelt on the ground and kowtowed. "Du Yan greets Your Highness and Master. I am one of the slaves you saved from the Demonic Flag. My husband did not despise me and chose me at first sight. When the enemy came that day, my husband was not afraid at all. He did not disappoint Your Highness's high regard. "
"Alright …" Du Yan's face turned red. He stopped his wife from claiming credit for himself. She was too shallow.
"Let's go …" Lan Ling patted Du Yan's shoulder and left.
…
When he saw Ninian again, Lan Ling did not get a good look from her.
She was already disfigured. Her beautiful face was crisscrossed with cuts, and she knelt on the ground coldly.
"I can restore your appearance," Lan Ling said. Then, he was about to cut his finger.
"No need," Ninian said. "I'm fine now. My mind is even purer after being disfigured."
Lan Ling was stunned. Then, he stopped.
Ninian said, "I heard that the Flaming Demon Flag is going to undergo a reform. They are going to abolish the tribes and change them into counties. Is that right?"
Lan Ling said, "Yes, the tribal system is not conducive to centralization of power. It needs to be changed to a county system."
After several expansions, the Flaming Demon Flag already had an area of 2.2 million square kilometers and a population of 16 million. Not only were all the tribes and all the alliances being changed into counties, but they were also going to be divided into five provinces.
Ninian said, "Am I the first Chimera County Magistrate?"
Lan Ling said, "That will depend on your political achievements."
Ninian said, "I want to see what position I can take in the end."
Then, Ninian left just like that. She really did not want to restore her appearance.
She, who loved beauty as much as her life, actually wore a disfigured face just like that.
…
Lan Ling saw Yoon Hi-hee again. She had lost a lot of weight, and her eyes were red.
He had only been gone for seven days, but Yoon Hi-hee had actually lost so much weight.
She walked directly in front of Lan Ling and stared at him with a complicated look in her beautiful eyes.
As for Meng Tuoluo coming to the Flaming Demon City and almost telling Yoon Hi-hee about her identity, it happened in front of everyone. Of course, Lan Ling knew about it now.
When Lan Ling left the abandoned laboratory in the Dragon Temple and returned to the Flaming Demon City, Gou Li told him everything.
Instantly, Lan Ling really wanted to tear Meng Tuoluo into pieces. In the end, Young Rakshasa King told Lan Ling that Meng Tuoluo was already dead, because the energy imprint he had left in Meng Tuoluo's spiritual brain had been completely extinguished.
Instantly, Lan Ling felt like he had lost a second, and then he threw it to the back of his mind.
Next, he should think about how to face Yoon Hi-hee. There was not much time left for him. In four or five days, he would go to the Rakshasa King City to fight the Lord of the Netherworld.
Yoon Hi-hee looked at Lan Ling for a good while, then said, "Lan Ling, do you have something to tell me?"
Lan Ling said, "I only have three sentences. After that, whether you want to live or die, it's up to you."
Yoon Hi-hee's expression suddenly trembled, and her originally pale face lost all color. She said, "Speak."
Lan Ling said, "The first sentence is that I am Søren, the Søren who blew up your parents."
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