Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1843 Ding Ling
"Because you said that I am not a ghost, but a person."

Murong Heng looked into Ying Baoyue's eyes and said seriously.

He didn't know why, but just when he wanted to choose to die at his sister's hands, this sentence suddenly appeared in his mind, and the eyes of this girl when she was lying on the cliff and holding him tightly appeared.

Just as he recalled those eyes, a very strong desire surged up in his heart.

He wanted to live, to live well as a human being.

"Maybe it's because I'm mean and timid." Murong Heng touched the scar on the right side of his face, "I suddenly didn't want to die."

Ying Baoyue looked at the young man by the firelight, his eyes slightly dazed.

What she noticed before was not wrong, Murong Heng had indeed been reborn.

Ying Baoyue asked softly, "What happened next?"

"I told that voice that I choose to live," Murong Heng said calmly, "I told her that as long as it can make up for my sins, I am willing to do anything."

It is true that death can be done once and for all, but compared to dying as a sinner, he wants to make up for his sins.

It's just that he didn't know at the time what else he could do.

"She told me that if I want to redeem myself, the best way is to go back to Xirong."

"Back to Xirong?"

Ying Baoyue vaguely guessed Murongyin's purpose.

She probably wanted Murong Heng to act as a double agent and let Murong Heng spread the information from Xi Rong.

But isn't this choice too cruel for Murong Heng?
"After all, I am a person who came out of Xirong King's Court. As long as I find a good excuse, it is not difficult to go back." Murong Heng glanced at Ying Baoyue, "I probably haven't told you yet, I was the Twelve King Zhai before." people."

Chunyu Ye's person?
Ying Baoyue's heart skipped a beat. Although she knew that Murong Heng was the secret agent of the Xirong people who had placed them in Beihan Pavilion, she never thought that he was actually under Chunyu Ye's command.

"The person who raised me was not the Twelve Zhai Kings, but when I was 12 years old, he selected me in a hunt and made me his subordinate."

"Hunting?"

Ying Baoyue suddenly had an ominous premonition, "Would it be the kind of hunting where wolves chase slaves and nobles shoot from behind?"

"how do you know?"

Murong Heng looked at her in surprise.

For the nobles of Xirong, this kind of hunting is not only a kind of entertainment, but also a way to choose thugs from them.The few slaves who can survive this cruel slaughter will be favored by King Zhai and taken as wings.

For slaves, this is like reaching the sky in one step, and King Zhai, who has taken a fancy to him, is also equivalent to reinventing his parents.

"When I first arrived here, I experienced a hunt like this."

Ying Baoyue explained.

Thinking that Murong Heng also survived the bloody hunt before, her heart was extremely heavy.

"When you first got here?"

Murong Heng frowned, "I haven't asked yet, why are you here?"

The high-level ceremony should have ended not long ago. No one knows better than him how far it is from Xiling Snow Mountain. Even a heaven-level practitioner cannot find this place in such a short period of time.

When he found Ying Baoyue collapsed in the snow by the lake in the early morning, he thought he was hallucinating.

"It's a long story," Ying Baoyue smiled wryly. She didn't even know how she got here, let alone explain it clearly to others in a few words.

"Compared to these, where is this place?"

Ying Baoyue asked, "Since you belong to the Twelve King Zhai, is this the territory of the Twelve Kings?"

Since Murong Heng returned to Xirong on his own initiative to atone for his sins, then the most likely place he will return to is Chunyu Ye's territory.

Chunyuye pushed her in the black hole before, was it just to throw her on his own territory?

"No." Murong Heng shook his head, looking at the wind and snow outside the tent, his gaze was a bit complicated, "This is Ding Ling."

Ding Ling?

Ying Baoyue was startled, she knew this place.

Ding Ling is located at the northernmost tip of the Xirong territory and is the most remote tribe in the Xirong Tribal Alliance.

It was originally a nomadic tribe by the Black Lake, the deepest lake in Mobei. When the previous White Wolf King was alive, Ding Ling was conquered by Xirong and became one of Xirong's subjects.

If Ying Baoyue remembers correctly, the Dingling Tribe is under the jurisdiction of the Tenth Royal Court of Xirong, and the Jiankun Tribe next to it is under the jurisdiction of the No.11 Royal Court.

In other words, the fat King Zhai she saw in the hunt before was the tenth King Zhai?
"Wait," thinking of this, Ying Baoyue suddenly came to his senses, and looked at Murong Heng suspiciously, "Why are you in Ding Ling?"

Not to mention that this is the territory of the tenth royal court and not the twelve royal courts. The Dingling tribe itself is located in a very remote location. It is the poorest among the tribes in Mobei, far away from the royal power center of Xirong.

Even within the territory of Xirong, Ding Ling was used to exile criminals. Generally, Xirong people would only be exiled here if they committed some serious crimes.

If Murong Heng really wanted to be a double agent, he wouldn't be able to get any information staying in this kind of place.

"I originally wanted to go back to the White Wolf King's Court," Murong Heng said, "but the person who saved me said that it was inappropriate for me to go back like this."

Speaking of it, it is indeed inappropriate.

Ying Baoyue thought for a while, and probably understood what Murongyin was thinking about.

Murong Heng's secret work that had been lurking for so long was used to trigger the formation on the mountain on the last day of the primary ceremony, and it was obviously regarded as an abandoned child.His mission is to die at the end, if he just goes back safe and sound, it will cause the suspicion and vigilance of the Xirong people, and it may cause another murderous disaster.

Plus how would he explain surviving the landslide?You can't tell the Xirong people that it was a gust of wind that saved him, right?

"What kind of identity should I use to return to the Twelve King Zhai's side? I haven't figured it out yet," Murong Heng said with a wry smile. "Besides, the person who saved me said that she didn't fully trust me."

"This……"

Ying Baoyue's expression was a bit complicated, but Murong Heng's face was very calm.

"After all, I was the one who once sacrificed my life for the people of Xirong," he laughed at himself. "If this time I just coaxed the person who saved me to survive, and I still go my own way when I return to Xirong, then my benefactor will do it for me." Everything that was done was meaningless."

Being suspected by his own sister made him very painful, but the wrong things he had done were there, and he had nothing to say.

Trust takes time to prove.

"The person who saved me drew a map and guided me to this place," Murong Heng looked at the wind and snow outside the tent, "She said that there is an old friend of hers here, and she asked me to find him."

Murong Yin's friend?

Ying Baoyue was a little confused. Ding Ling was far away from Houliao, and Murongyin's wind method should not be able to reach it. How could she have someone she knew in such a place?
"Who is that friend you mentioned?"

"He went out to gather medicine for you," Murong Heng looked towards the tent door, "he should be back soon."

"but……"

(End of this chapter)