It was already getting late when we came back from Siwuhang yesterday, so we didn't even mention taking a rest for the time being.
Si Wuxing, Ningxia had heard of this place all morning. She had just arrived here, and she didn't know it was Fuyun Island yet. During the time she was imprisoned, she heard this word more than once.
If the guess is correct, there is a deep collusion between the human smuggler army and Si Wuxing, and they know each other's details. Now the human trafficker army has fallen, but Si Wuxing is still there. According to what Zhao Xue said, Si Wuxing still has a large number of sword slaves for sale. It seems that there are many people doing this business.
When Ningxia and the others went to Siwuhang for verification yesterday, they did not see any sword slaves.
From the outside, the place looks like an ordinary shop, with simple decoration and even a bit shabby appearance. It doesn't look like the largest auction house in Lianwu City.
What they visited was probably just the shops used for ordinary business on the outside. The second floor was a wing for entertaining distinguished guests, while the huge inner courtyard was not open to the public on weekdays. According to Zhao Xue, the inner space will not be opened for guests to enter until the auction opens.
Perhaps fearing that Ningxia would not believe it, the other party took them to the notary office in the center of the city to sign a guarantee letter. If there is any untruth, Ningxia can rely on this paper guarantee to pursue the responsibility, and the guild forces in Lianwu City will intervene at that time.
In fact, it no longer matters whether Zhao Xue exaggerated the matter or not. Si Wuxing, she must go, let her have a good look at the place where the evidence is to sell her.
Moreover, Chonghuan...
At that time, he stared at the tall door wall of Si Wuxing for a long time, and it was not until Ningxia called him that he came back to his senses. He was stunned and looked like he couldn't come back to his senses.
On the way back to the inn, Ning Xia saw that he was pale and absent-minded, and knew that the other person must be feeling very uncomfortable at the moment.
Zhong Huan's mind was filled with a lot of emotions at the moment, all kinds of emotions emanating from the other side of the wall. Dark, gloomy, ear-piercing screams, painful groans, and a raw breath that exudes the smell of decay... just a stone's throw away. He couldn't get in, and they couldn't get out.
These emotions were like gangrene attached to the bones, piercing his skull, disrupting his soul, teaching him pain, teaching him to struggle, and teaching him to once again clearly understand his ultimate inescapable fate.
What should he do? What else could he do? There is no room for it here... Zhong Huan lowered his head, and no one saw that his green eyes were stained with a layer of blood red, revealing deep hatred.
Feeling the obvious aura of pain and struggle on the other party's body, Ning Xia silently took back her half-stretched hand. That’s all, nothing you say is appropriate.
Although she is the nominal owner of Chonghuan, she has also experienced life and death difficulties with him. But he knew nothing about the past origins of the other party or what he was carrying. He only knew that the other party was from the holy lineage of the temple, and most of his people had fallen into the hands of others.
He didn't know anything about the other person, and Ning Xia didn't want to inquire about the other person's past, so as not to hurt his sore feet.
And Zhong Huan rarely mentioned his past to Ningxia, and the few words he said were almost all about what happened after he was arrested.
No one asked, no one told. Ningxia is probably the most generous "master" in the world. so what?
Ningxia doesn't care much about the other person's past, she just hopes that his future road will be smoother.
However, at present, it seems that the possibility of this wish being realized is almost zero. According to her observation, Chong Huan's obsession is quite deep. If he refuses to let go of himself, he will probably have a rough and arduous journey ahead.
That's all, she can't control that much anymore. Baby birds will leave the nest when they grow up, and separated friends will also experience their own wonderful lives. Everyone's life is her own, and it comes from every choice, and no one else can interfere.
Even the closest relationship is with a parent and child, let alone a friend who is not related by blood.
Ningxia will eventually leave here, and Fuyun Island will never be her destination. As for Zhong Huan, if nothing unexpected happens, he will continue to stay here.
Therefore, she cherishes the time spent with the other party, and hopes that the other party can get rid of the heavy haze in her heart and usher in a better future.
But how could things be so simple? As a contractor, Ning Xia was probably the one who could sense his changes, which also gave her no chance to deceive herself. Chong Huan has always been in pain, and he has never been happy.
Even though she could feel the dim light passing through the other person's soul from time to time, she couldn't save that mottled soul. I can only watch helplessly as the other party fades away little by little, unable to do anything.
As time goes by, Ningxia becomes more and more aware of the essence of the other person's soul struggling under the mask, the faint rolling blood-red desire... He never talks about it, but the pain increases day by day, torturing him all the time, day and night. , the boundless darkness buried his soul.
What should she do? There was nothing she could do.
However, things are different now. She has a chance...
Ning Xia smiled and handed the storage bag containing the spirit stones to Zhao Xue, and took the invitation letter into her arms. On the other side of the soul's pull is a sea of blood.
Is it okay to do anything?
She had also experienced the Dragon Pond and Phoenix Cave in Ningxia, so what was there to fear?
This time she was the one who handed the knife.
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"Senior Sister Ning, did you... feel that there was something strange about Chonghuan yesterday?" Xie Shi asked hesitantly.
Zhong Huan was feeling unwell and did not come down to have breakfast with them today. Ning Xia knew the knot in his heart and went downstairs alone without much persuasion.
It's okay to let him calm down alone for a while. After holding in his negative emotions for so long, he should have reached the critical point.
I didn't want to but heard Xie Shi hesitate for a long time and say this.
Ningxia's heart was moved, but she didn't show it on her face. Her fingertips couldn't help shaking, and the mustard hanging on the chopsticks was accidentally shaken off. Fortunately, Xie Shi paid attention to this, and he happened to tilt his head and look at the table next to him.
Before the other party turned around, Ning Xia had already pretended to be calm and put down her chopsticks and took a sip of tea.
"Oh? I don't think there's anything wrong with him. I just think there's something wrong with that restaurant. Are you going or not?"
"Senior sister, what are you talking about? Five hundred spiritual stones have been thrown out, and now you are telling me whether to go or not? You are just teasing me." Xie Shi couldn't help but smile bitterly. Didn't Senior Sister Ning buy it just because she felt pity for the other party and felt soft-hearted? Five hundred spiritual stones were enough to meet his three-month limit.
"Of course I want to go, but I'm asking you, will you go? The invitation is for two people. Zhao Xue said that each of them can bring an entourage there, but the entourage is not qualified to buy or sell items."
"My little senior sister, are you kidding me? Of course I'm going!" Xie Shi said with wide eyes and an upright expression.
"Originally, I was thinking that we couldn't separate the invitations, so I thought I'd ask you to come with me to find out if anyone else was selling invitations. Now it's okay, it saves trouble and spiritual stones. I just want to see the world... "
Ning Xia was amused by the other party's deliberately exaggerated tone: "Okay! Then I'll make you a servant. Or, you can convince Zhong Huan to let him come."
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