A soul warrior lay in the dark hall, his body trembling unintentionally.
"Say it again, what happened?" Kotoda's face was hidden in the darkness, and he casually crossed his feet, fiddling with his nails.
The more relaxed the Saint looks, the more nervous the Soul warrior becomes. He prostrated himself several times on the floor, and his voice trembled with his body: "Soul... Lord Hosho... I... We... No... No prison... Keep an eye on those... A few people... He... They go... Disappeared..."
"What a useless thing, not even able to say a complete sentence," said Lord Hosho softly.
"Big... My Lord, spare my life... "Spare my life..." Though through the helmet, the Necromancer's forehead still bled. The sound of the helmet hitting the ground, mingled with the call of death, stirred up ripples in his heart.
"Who said it would take your life?" "Though you idiots have failed to keep an eye on the people you want to watch, I don't blame you. Those guys are really cunning, taking advantage of the wedding to escape. But the more cunning they are, the more fun the game becomes."
The Undead warrior thought that the soul was still angry about the loss of the target and kowtowed several more times, with golden flowers popping up in his head. "My Lord, we'll find them..."
"No!" The Soul priest raised his hand, interrupting the words of the Soul Warrior.
The dead warrior, startled, rested his head on the cold floor and stopped moving.
The soul priest took a few steps left and right on the high platform and said contemptuously, "They thought it would be so easy to escape. They are very wrong. Even if they run as far as they can, there's still someone to keep an eye on them for us. Pass on my order that you evacuate Zhanshen City now and do not search for the whereabouts of those men for the time being."
"Yes, My Lord." The Undead warrior saw the hope of life.
"Also, tell your commander to be ready for orders at any time. Now that so many of them have gathered together, it's time for us to act."
"Yes, Sir."
"All right, go down and see what you do." After saying this, Hosho sat back in his big chair.
The Undead warrior stood up, walked out carefully, and just as he reached out his hand to pull the door open, it was pushed open from the outside. The Dead warrior was startled and instinctively took a step back, only to find that the man outside was the Bishop of the gods.
The bishop of God came in, watched the dead warrior leave, and then closed the door.
What are you doing here? "Hosho said crossly.
The Bishop of God went to the middle of the hall, paused for a moment, then knelt on one knee and said softly, "The Bishop of God pays his respects to the saints."
Seeing the bishop's reverent attitude, Hodo smiled and said, "Get up. I won't be dissatisfied that you don't have to kneel down. My Lord Bishop, it's a pity that there are no extra chairs in this great hall. How about you come up and sit?"
The bishop of God could not bear the effeminate tone of the saint when he was calm, but his facial expression did not change at all. He slowly rose to his feet and said, "I am a junior in the presence of the saints, unworthy to sit with them."
"Did you come here today to ask something?" He laughed again.
The bishop said respectfully, "No. I just want to ask Lord Soudao, now that the prison slave has come together with Gu You and others, can the Soul warrior spare her for the time being?
"Let her go? It was supposed to be like this, but unfortunately she had bad luck." "I think you should know that the prison slave is also a damned monk of the Zanghua Dynasty," said Hodo. And now, the plan has changed... It doesn't matter to tell you that the Undead warriors are about to wipe them all out."
The Bishop of God did not speak, but said in his heart: By the necromancer alone?
"No matter how smart they are, they are always under my control. They are like my playthings, at my disposal."
The bishop remained silent. He had seen from the previous battles that the undead warriors alone could not defeat the monks. But he did not say it.
"And you," Mouro's voice rose a little, "I hope you can do your own thing well. Don't think that as a bishop of God, all you have to do is manage your church; you also have to serve God. A prison slave has been a holy messenger in the church for a year, but you do not realize that she is also a monk of the earth. It's been a year before you give us a message about a monk. My Lord Bishop, I think, if this continues, we should change the bishop of the divine."
The bishop of God did not speak and showed no sign of anger. His pale, hard face was as calm as a lake in the early morning.
"My Lord Bishop, I'll warn you a little more." The mournful voice softened again, "The prison slave is no longer your holy messenger, destined to be a traitor from the day she left the church. I hope you will remember."
"Yes, Sir, I remember." The bishop nodded.
"Really?" Did you really remember? I ask you, if I were to let you kill your prison slave right now, would you do that?"
"Yes, I will. Because she is an enemy of the church." The bishop did not hesitate for a moment.
Lord Hun Dao was overjoyed. "Very well, then I'll hand over the control of the Undead warriors to you today." Your mission is to cooperate with the leader of the Necromancer and kill all the Earth monks!"
"Cooperate?" The bishop asked.
"Yes, cooperate. Bishop of God, given your previous performance, do you think I feel at ease to have you alone in charge of the Undead warriors? Remember to kill those people anyway. If you betrayed... Perhaps the Necromancer won't kill you, but I can." The mournful voice, chilly, spread out in the empty hall.
"I will, Sir." The Bishop of God's lips curled up slightly.
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = seven horses slightly slow down, straight of the mountain from their side to high day on extension, blocking the blockbuster of the sky, and sunshine.
A little bird with green feathers gently descended from the cliff and landed on Lienwu's shoulder. Lianwu turned his eyes and stared at the chattering bird on his right shoulder, raising his hand a little as if to slap it away.
"Lienwu." Rong Yue shouted.
"What?" Lianwu turned his head to look at Rongyue, but his hand was still raised in the air.
Rong Yue said, "Don't hurt it, give it to me, will you?"
Lianwu roughly grabbed the bird and handed it to Rongyue, then checked his shoulder for the bird's metabolism. "There are a lot of this kind of bird in the forest around the Hainuo Plain, making a lot of noise all day long and spreading natural fertilizer everywhere," he said.
Rongyue chuckled and placed the little bird in the palm of his hand, gently brushing the feathers on its back with his fingertips.
Lianwu pouted her lips and gazed at Rongyue's hand.
"Look, one of its feet is entangled in the plant's filaments. It must have come to us for help. What a clever bird!" "Rong Yue said, carefully removing a few rings of fresh green grass from the little bird's feet. She moved as gently as if she were a newborn baby in her hand, fearing to hurt it.
"You are so nice." Lianwu pouted and said.
Rongyue picked up the little bird with both hands and threw it into the air. The little bird flapped its tender wings and flew away, chirping merrily along the direction of the mountain wall. A relieved smile appeared on Rongyue's face as she watched the bird disappear.
"You are so kind --" Lianwu said again, deliberately dragging out the ending sound very long.
Rongyue looked at Lianwu's mischievous expression and pouted playfully, saying, "You're so bad." "
Shi Zhu and the soul rode behind Lian Wu. Hearing the conversation between Lian Wu and Rong Yue, both of them felt a chill all over and said almost simultaneously, "So mushy."
Gu You opened the map on his horse, looked at it for a short while, and then asked the prison slave leading the way, "Prison slave, how far is it?"
The prisoner also looked at the map in his hand. "It's not far. Just go around this mountain and you'll reach where I found you."
After walking another half an hour or so, the candle and the bell finally returned to their little home.
Looking around the front, back, inside and outside of the dance room several times, then pulling the candle and whispering, "This is... Your house?"
"What's wrong?" Shi Zhu doesn't understand what Lian Wu means.
"Such a small main hall, two such small rooms, the seven of us should not be able to fit in. Why don't we think about building a big house here and at least decorate it nicely?"
The candle wanted to strike the head of the dance with his wand. "We're not traveling here. What's the point of such a nice house? Besides, maybe the big house isn't finished and we'll have to move again."
"That's true." Lian Wu ignored Shi Zhu and went out alone to see the scenery.
Gu You couldn't remember when he had been here, but everything in the house looked familiar. He pushed open a small door of a room and went in. In the room, there was the bed in which he had lain for a long time.
Gu You sat down on the edge of the bed and stroked the comfortable, soft surface of the bed. There was a thick book on the table by the bed. Gu You picked up the book and wiped the thin dust off the cover. "A collection of poems by Yazheer." He murmured to the words on the cover. Suddenly, a soft and delicate voice crossed his mind.
"I still don't know which is your name, Gu You or the Remnant Soul. But I'm about to leave here and I can't take you with me. Sorry, I can't let my beloved brother go alone to fulfill our shared mission. I'm sorry I can't take care of you anymore, I can't wait for you to wake up. Let me read your favorite verse for you one last time, shall I?"
A pause, the rumbling sound of turning the pages.
"Today, I'll read the fourth one for you again, 'Empty Room'."
"No breath, forgetting time.
The soul dissipated, forgetting the past.
All is lost at the end, and all that remains is my empty room, the slanting light for me, vast.
Everything turned to nothingness.
Only your admiration for me will last forever. "
A pale purple figure came in, saw that Gu You seemed to be thinking about something, then turned back and was about to leave.
"Wait a moment, please." Gu You called out the hanging bell.
Xuanling slowly turned around, smiled and said, "Is there anything?"
"I..." Gu You didn't know what to say, his hand flipping through the thick collection of poems. An envelope dropped from the collection. Gu You hurriedly bent down to pick it up to ease the embarrassment of not being able to speak. There was no word on the envelope. Gu tried to open it but was snatched away by the hanging bell and hid behind him.
"Yours?" Gu You looked at the hanging bell and asked.
"Mine." Hanging Bell, with his hands behind his back, tore the envelope apart.
Seeing pieces of paper fall behind Xuanling, Gu You didn't know what to say.
"Anything else? If it's all right, I'll help my brother set up a tent." "Xuanling said, and his steps began to step back.
"No... It's okay... Gu You nodded to her.
Xuanling clutched the pieces of paper in her hand together and turned out of the door. When one of her feet had already stepped out of the room, Gu You finally said what he wanted to say: "Xuanling... Thank you..."
Xuanling did not reply and pretended not to hear and walked out. After coming out of the door of the wooden house, he happened to run into a prison slave. The prison slave smiled and said to her, "Hanging bell, Candle is asking where you have been."
Hanging Bell nodded slightly and ran past the prison slave.
The prisoner was left behind, staring blankly at the pale purple figure. What the prison slave saw when speaking to Xuanling, Xuanling's look, with sadness, with grievance, as if something, something very, very important, was lost.
Xuanling ran to one side of the valley, and the wind swept across her face. It must have been the cold wind that pricked her eyes, otherwise how could tears have suddenly dropped?
"Gu You, do you remember who read those verses for you?"
"Do you remember?"
"But you woke up, and the sleeping man I had been worried about all day was gone forever and ever."
I ran to the lake of death in one breath, and tears slid down silently into the quiet water, creating ripples. Then, the tears, accompanied by sadness, accompanied by the wind that caressed the face, merged with the lake.