Awan looked out the window in shock, "Fang Zilan, you said there are no real ghosts and gods..."
Fang Zilan was silent for a moment. Originally, she didn't believe in ghosts and gods, but such outrageous things as time travel had happened to her, let alone things like witch doctors and onmyoji that only appeared in books before? In addition, she still has poison on her body. As a person who has experienced it, it is difficult for her to directly say whether she believes it or not.
However, seeing Awan trembling with fear from the thunder, she was not willing to scare her anymore. She just wrote lightly: "At the turn of spring and summer, there are often thunders. I think it is going to rain."
Awan took a deep breath and calmed down, "Fang Zilan, I'm a little scared."
"I'm here, don't be afraid." As soon as Fang Zilan finished speaking, she heard the wind and rain coming suddenly, and the sound of crashing covered her last words.
At the same time, heavy rain poured down in a dense forest in the southeast.
Chu Bin leaned under a tree, dying and looking at the seven people in front of him, subconsciously clenching the knife in his hand. If he died here, he would really be unwilling to do so.
"King Chakravartin, without the protection of the underworld, you are just a lost dog." The leading man chuckled, "The world is all about the world, and today is the day you die."
"It's all about the rivers and lakes." Chu Bin stood up straight, "My trip here is for the imperial court. The rivers and lakes and the temples have always been distinct. After I come back to life, I will fight to the death with you, so why not?"
"What's going on with the imperial court? When did you, a killer from the ghost sect, become a lackey of the imperial court?" The man on the side said disdainfully: "King Chakravartin, I think your ability to tell lies with open eyes is much better than your kung fu. "
Chu Bin secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Judging from their reactions, he probably didn't know the purpose of his trip. Someone in the world released the news that King Chakravartin had betrayed him and left the underworld, which attracted all the enemies to come to his door.
He didn't even need to guess who leaked the news, he knew it was a ghost. It’s just that he didn’t know when he had made so many enemies. He had already dispatched two waves on the road earlier, and was later picked up by people from the Southeast Camp in the town. Although no one took action, he knew that someone was always following him. .
Until yesterday, he left the town alone. He was robbed and murdered not far away. The people from Qianjinfang suddenly appeared on the way to block the wave for him. His life or death was uncertain.
He fought and fled, struggling all night, but still could not escape the pursuit of this group of people. Now there were seven people from Daomen Huo family and Xiaojing Lake in front of him.
These people in the world, especially the so-called upright people from well-known families, are the most honorable. They are no less concerned about everything than they are as killers, and their unyielding style is simply worse.
Chu Bin smiled bitterly in his heart, and suddenly remembered that a few years after entering the ghost gate, he and Fang Zilan went on a mission together. They were discovered on the way and had to separate.
When they met again, both of them were scarred. The only difference was that Fang Zilan completed the task while carrying the target's head.
However, after Fang Zilan saw his injuries, she killed him back without saying a word and followed him for seven days, using various means such as poisoning and assassination to eliminate those who injured him one by one...
Finally, when he carried Fang Zilan and crawled back to the gate of hell, both of them had only one breath left.
In the years that followed, he and Fang Zilan never went on a mission together again. He was rarely injured, but Fang Zilan was injured more and more and more seriously.
And people in the world are increasingly afraid of Zixiu, the rumored number one killer in the world.
He had no doubt that if Fang Zilan were here today, everyone in the world would gather here to get rid of him quickly.
Fortunately, today, he is the one who has experienced all this.
As long as Fang Zilan is still at the top of the temple, the ghost sect will not dare to release news about Zixiu at will, and the gang of Jianghu people will not be able to do anything to her...
"What are you waiting for?" the leading man shouted, "Kill him and avenge our dead brothers!"
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Fang Zilan felt her eyelids twitching non-stop. It had been raining heavily for nearly the whole day. The sky was groggy and she couldn't distinguish between black and white. She also felt a little unspeakably anxious.
She raised her hand to lift the curtain and looked at the empty street, which seemed even more lonely under the rain. Water accumulated in the hollows of the green bricks on the street. Occasionally, children wearing coir raincoats and bamboo hats would step on them playfully, causing splashes all over the ground.
"Master Fang, it's raining heavily outside, you'd better put down the curtain." The soldiers accompanying him couldn't help but remind him, but Fang Zilan was unmoved at all, "It doesn't matter."
The palace soldier wanted to say something more, but Fang Zilan opened his mouth thoughtfully, "Zheng Yan should have arrived at the palace gate by now..."
The rain pattered loudly, but the soldiers seemed not to hear clearly and asked subconsciously: "Master Fang, what did you say?"
"Nothing." Fang Zilan looked forward, "We are almost at the palace city."
Zheng Yan stood at the gate of the palace holding an umbrella. When he saw Fang Zilan's carriage stopped, he quickly walked over, picked her up from the carriage, and whispered in her ear: "Master Fang, it must be an auspicious flower." .”
Fang Zilan's heart sank, "At the reception banquet later, you just pretend you don't know anything."
"Yes." Zheng Yan retreated behind Fang Zilan and said no more.
"Your Majesty the Duke of Yue, it's really hard for you to come here in such heavy rain." The palace servants came up to them and led Fang Zilan and Zheng Yan into Wanfu Palace.
Shortly after Fang Zilan sat down, the Di Rong delegation arrived. Princess Erya and her extra maid followed behind the envoy. They all lowered their eyebrows and covered their faces with gauze, making it difficult to see their true appearance.
After the Di Rong delegation had seen the ceremony, some courtiers were very curious about Princess Erya. Among the whispers, it was a concubine of King Yucheng Li Qiyou who came to the rescue and said: "Sister Erya comes from our Di Rong Wu family and is proficient in the art of divination. , I wonder if I’ll be lucky enough to meet you today?”
Hearing this, Fang Zilan looked calmly at Princess Yucheng, who was also from Di Rong, and then her eyes fell on Li Qiyou. His face was calm, as if he was not surprised by his princess's proposal.
However, before Fang Zilan could think about it, she saw Princess Erya bowing to Li Shengxuan. After receiving permission, she walked towards her direction and said, "Master Yue Guoguo, please."
Fang Zilan was stunned. Could it be that Princess Erya wanted to divine fortune for her?
In a flash of lightning, several thoughts flashed through his mind. If Princess Erya colludes with the Ghost Sect and reveals her identity as Zixiu, or the background of the third lady of the Xiangfu, or even the former princess...
No matter which one it is, it is enough to cause an uproar.
But what Fang Zilan didn't expect was that Princess Erya looked at her steadily and said word by word: "Master Fang, you don't belong here originally. Even though the body is the same, the person is different."
There was a loud bang, thunder and lightning, and Fang Zilan's pale face was reflected. Why did Princess Erya know?
