Chapter 195 Nameless Ghosts Offer Nameless Flowers 2

Hearing this sentence, Xie Lian seemed to have been slapped suddenly, looked at him and said, "Are you laughing at me?"

Wuming said: "No."

Thanks for the pity: "Then don't say such nonsense! How could there be such a thing?"

After a pause, Wuming said, "Not necessarily."

"..."

Xie Lian couldn't help but said: "Enough, what do you want to say? Are you not a soldier of Xianle? I woke you up from the battlefield because I didn't want to hear you speak for the Yongan people, you just need to listen to my orders. That's it!"

The flower on the ground pierced his heart and pierced his eyes, making him suddenly embarrassed. Out of anger, Xie Lian rushed up and smashed it. After stepping on it, he found that this behavior was inexplicable. Why was he so angry at such a small flower? He rushed out of the Prince's Temple immediately. When the cold wind blew, it gradually returned to calm.

Behind him, the black-clothed warrior also followed, thanking him: "You have already explored this area, but what's unusual?"

Wuming said: "No."

Thanks for the pity: "Is it confirmed? To launch a human face epidemic, there can be no difference between the time and the earth."

Wuming said: "It really isn't."

Xie Lian had nothing to say and looked up at the sky.

After a moment of silence, Wuming said: "Your Highness, have you thought about how to start the plague of resentment?"

Thanks for the pity: "I'm thinking about it."

He looked down at the black sword hanging from his waist. Thousands of resentful spirits were sealed in this black sword by him, but they could only be sealed for a while.

At this time, Wuming said: "Your Highness, I have an unkind request."

"Say."

Wuming said: "I hope Your Highness can give me this sword and let me start the epidemic."

Xie pity turned back and said, "Why?"

The eyes behind the mask of the black-clothed warrior stared at him, and said, "My beloved was seriously injured in this war, and life is better than death. I watched him suffer and struggle in pain."

Thanks for the pity: "So what?"

"So, I hope that I will be the one who holds the sword and avenge him."

His reasons are very reasonable, but Xie Lian is not very trusting. He narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "I think you are a little strange."

He turned around, walked around Wuming, and said coldly: "As far as I can see, you don't look like an avenger full of resentment. Are you really asking me to start a human face epidemic? "

That being said, but if it's not for the purpose of launching the epidemic, what else is it for?

The nameless black-clothed warrior bowed his head slightly and said, "Your Highness, I hope these people die more than anyone else. Moreover, I hope they must die at my hands. If you don't believe me, I can prove it now. show you."

Thanks for the pity: "How do you want to prove it?"

The black-robed warrior put his hand on the saber and slowly stepped back. When he stepped back three steps, Xie Lian suddenly realized what he wanted to do.

He is going to kill, to prove to him that he has a heart for revenge!

Xie Lian immediately said: "Stop!"

Nameless really stopped. Looking at him for a moment, Xie Lian said flatly: "No. I want to start it myself."

The black-clothed warrior lowered his head and wore a mask, so I don't know how he reacted. Xie Lian didn't care about other people's reactions. He turned around and said softly: "...But, before that, I have one more thing to do."

Saying that, Xie Lian raised the cold jade-like black sword, stared at the edge in his hand, and a strange light flashed in his eyes. The black-clothed warrior noticed something was wrong and said, "Your Highness, what do you want to do?"

He didn't have time to stop it. The next moment, Xie Lian reversed the sword and stabbed the black sword into his belly!

On the second day, the streets of Langerwan.

The weather has not been very good recently. There is yin in the yin, sometimes the wind is violent, and sometimes the evil rain is continuous.

Speaking of which, there has been no peace anywhere recently. heard that the newly built palace has also caught fire. The lord and the prince are both seriously ill. They are so sick that no one can see them. kept muttering, not very comfortable. Only the young children know nothing, are carefree, and are still chasing and playing.

A gust of wind swept across, fascinating people's eyes. Immediately afterwards, there was a loud "bang" at the fork in the street, and a figure fell from the sky!

Everyone on the street was stunned by the sudden loud noise, and looked towards the street one after another. saw a human-shaped pit smashed out of the ground, and a man was paralyzed in the pit, his hair was disheveled, his body was covered in blood, and his white clothes were mottled and mottled.

In an instant, everyone on the street gathered here: "Who?!"

"My God, where did he fall? From the sky?"

"Falled to death?!"

"Okay, it doesn't seem to be, it seems to be still moving!"

"Is it possible to fall to death?! Wait, what is that on his chest? Is it a sword???"

It wasn't until the crowd got closer that people gradually saw what this person looked like. Although his hair was disheveled, his face was quite fair and handsome, but his eyes were staring straight at the sky, not like a living person. But saying that he was not alive, he was still breathing, his chest rising and falling weakly together with the black sword piercing his internal organs on his abdomen.

At this time, someone was startled again: "Wait, this... this isn't... that, that prince!"

After saying this, others recognized it too: "...It's true. It's the original prince, Xianle's prince! I've seen it from a distance before!"

"Didn't you say that the prince disappeared?"

"I heard it was flying."

"How could this be... What happened to the sword, did it really pierce through? Scary..."

"Don't look at it, let me give way, can I let it go? I have to hurry!"

This street is a fork in the road, leading to two different roads. At this time, it was blocked by the crowd. Later, the cars and horses couldn't get through. Suddenly, someone said: "Wait! He seems to be... What is he talking about?"

Then everyone quieted down, held their breaths, and made a fine distinction. For a long while, no one on the periphery heard any movement, and shouted, "What did he say? What the hell happened? Did he say anything?"

Humanity in the front row: "No!"

"Then what is he talking about?"

"He said, 'Save me'."

Xie Lian lay flat on the ground, and after saying these two words, he didn't speak again. The people surrounding him were of different expressions, in different poses, and in all kinds of strangeness. A chubby cook said, "Save him? How?"

Someone guessed: "It should be said to draw this sword out?"

The cook looked quite bold, and was about to go up to try, but was immediately stopped by others, saying: "Don't, don't, don't!!!"

The man was puzzled: "Why?"

Others told him why: "No way! Haven't you heard of it? Didn't Xianle lose the battle? Why did he lose the battle? …”

"God of Plague?! Really?!"

As soon as these words came out, no one dared to owe their hands rashly, and there was a large space around the huge human-shaped pit.

After all, no one knows what happened to His Royal Highness the Prince of the previous dynasty. Is he the god of plague? Will he suffer from the legendary terrifying human face disease? Or will he become utterly unlucky? And, it seems, even if he doesn't draw this sword, he will be in a while. It doesn't look like he will die. Since he fell from a place where he didn't know how high and didn't die with such a loud noise, he was definitely very human.

After a while, someone timidly said: "Let's report to the official..."

"Didn't you say that His Royal Highness is flying immortal? What's the use of the newspaper officer?"

"Then what should we do?"

Gossip, gossip, and in the end, they couldn't discuss the result, they just called someone to report it, and they couldn't do anything about the rest.

Lie down? Then lie down. Separate yourself.

So, Xie Lian slept in the human-shaped pit like this, watching the heads of people around him gradually dwindle and disappear. The blocked cars and horses bypassed him and walked away. The young children who had been playing on the street were pulled back to the house by their parents, and there were still people passing by from time to time in the distance. He remained expressionless and said nothing.

A water hawker couldn't bear it, and whispered to his wife who was watching the stall together, "Is it really okay to throw it away like this? Or, give him a glass of water?"

The peddler's wife hesitated for a moment, looked around, and whispered: "...Don't. If it is really the god of plague, no one knows what will happen if you get too close."

The hawker was also hesitant, looking around, a group of hawkers who set up stalls like him were also staring at him, looking nervous, as if he would draw a line away from him as long as he went up, and in the end, he still did not dare to started alone and gave up this plan.

Xie Lian just went from the morning when the dew was full of light, to the noon when the scorching sun was hanging high, and then from the sunset to the middle of the night.

During this period, many people saw him, but very few people approached him, and no one helped him pull out the black sword in his abdomen.

In the middle of the night, there was no one on the street, Xie Lian was still lying on the ground, facing the sky, in the dark night, the stars were twinkling, I didn't know what to think, and suddenly heard a clear laughter from above: "Hahahaha...you are here. for what?"

Xie pity in the pit moved slightly, however, did not get up.

After several visits by the owner of this voice, he has not reacted as violently as before. But he didn't get the "welcome" that he was shocked and angry, the owner of the voice took the initiative to come over, stood in front of Xie Lian's head, bent down, and it seemed a little regretful to hear the voice. He bent down and said, "What are you waiting for?"

A half-crying half-smile mask turned upside down, just covering Xie Lian's entire sight. One person is facing each other, close at hand, thank you coldly: "Go away, you are blocking me from looking at the sky."

Called to get out of the way, Bai Wuxiang was not at all unhappy. He straightened his waist with a smile, as if an elder who tolerated wayward children, became more and more kind, and said, "What is there to see in the sky?"

Thanks for the pity: "It's better than you."

Bai Wuxiang said: "Why are you so angry? I didn't stab you with this sword, and I didn't leave you here this time. It's all done by yourself. Whether you get what you want or not, You can't blame me for the result."

Thanks for being silent.

Bai Wuxiang said again: "Today you wasted a day here, what do you want to prove? Or do you want to convince yourself?"

Thanks for the pity: "It's none of your business."

Bai Wuxiang smiled sympathetically and said, "Silly boy, do you think someone will help you draw your sword?"