Fighter of the Destiny

Liusu is the best inn in Hanqiu City. It is adjacent to the most beautiful lake in the city and surrounded by a patch of ancient willows. It is the quietest in spring and summer, but in the middle of winter, the lake ice has not melted and the ancient willows have no leaves. , standing by the window and looking at the surrounding scenery through the starlight, it is inevitable that you will feel a bit solemn and desolate.

Hanqiu City is very quiet at night, without any noisy sounds, and it is even reminiscent of a cemetery. Wang Po is still in Tiannan and has not returned to Tianliang County. However, it seems that the Zhu family will wither and die like this. Many changes in the world always come so suddenly, which makes people a little unprepared.

Nanke's voice woke him up from his thoughts, turned around and walked to the bed to sit down.

Nanke took off his shoes and socks and let them go, then put his feet into the basin, lowered his head and scrubbed them carefully.

The hot water in the basin was at the right temperature, not hot and not going to feel cold after a while. She must have just tried it with her own hands, just like those nights at Banya Racecourse.

During the days when Chen Changsheng was in coma and unable to move after waking up, Nanke was responsible for feeding him and cleaning his body.

He tried to refuse many times but could not convince her, just like tonight.

"My injuries are almost healed now. Can I do these things by myself from now on?"

"not good."

Nan Ke didn't even raise his head.

She doesn't remember anything now, except that Chen Changsheng is the most important person to her.

Then she should serve him well, ensure that he lives healthily and recovers as soon as possible.

Chen Changsheng thought for a while and said honestly: "I'm not sure... whether it can cure your disease."

"But only you can cure it, right?"

Nanke raised his head, stared into his eyes and said.

Because of her broken body, the distance between her eyes no longer widened, but her eyes were still dull.

When she looks at something or someone so intently, it's actually a bit scary.

But Chen Changsheng is used to it now.

After washing up, Nan Ke naturally unpacked his bags and spread the bedding on the floor. However, he did not go to sleep. Instead, he naturally took off his shirt and sat in front of Chen Changsheng.

In the nights before leaving Banya Racecourse, Chen Changsheng began to try to treat her.

Even though she was a demented little girl now, Nanke still vaguely felt that being naked in front of a man was not a good thing.

But now she's used to it.

Chen Changsheng's fingers brushed over the stone beads, his consciousness entered the garden, and he took out the dagger.

Immediately afterwards, he took out a golden needle from Zangfeng.

As the true essence poured in, the front end of the golden needle trembled slightly, piercing Nanke's seemingly delicate but actually extremely difficult skin to penetrate, and penetrated into her meridians.

Over the years, he has cured Luoluo's disease, cured Xuanyuanpo's injury, and treated Zhexiu for a long time. His ability to use golden needles to penetrate the true essence and observe the subtle details has become much better than when he first arrived in Kyoto. , but still not confident that Nan Ke’s disease can be cured.

Because Nanke is not a demon clan, but a demon clan.

Through these few nights of treatment, Chen Changsheng gained a deeper understanding of the demon's body, and the more he understood, the more incredible it became.

On the surface, the bodies of demons and humans appear to be very different, especially those of royal families like Nanke, but there are huge differences in some aspects.

Those differences are mainly concentrated in - meridians, Youfu, Qi orifices and sea of ​​consciousness.

The demons have meridians, but they have no Qi orifices, let alone Youfu.

The most important thing is that the sea of ​​consciousness of the demon clan is not an ocean composed of real consciousness like humans or monsters, but more like a mist of light.

The question is, are those lights in the fog fragments of consciousness, or some kind of objective existence?

Chen Changsheng was curious about those looming lights that were everywhere but always present, because vaguely, he always felt like he had seen them somewhere.

Unfortunately, although Nan Ke has opened his consciousness as much as possible, Chen Changsheng has no way to penetrate into the depths of her consciousness, unless he is not worried that Nan Ke will become a real person due to the intrusion of his consciousness. Idiot, or just die, so he can't see the true face of those lights.

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Zhu Ye's remains have been secretly transported back to Hanqiu City, but they have never been buried because the Zhu family and the Jueshi Sect didn't know what to do. Because his remains were so mutilated, as if they had been gnawed by wild beasts, but they were deserted. The Autumn City of Han Dynasty has almost turned into a cemetery.

Even if Tao Zun and Xiang Wang continue to protect the Zhu family for the sake of Zhu Luo's love, how can a family without truly strong men survive forever in such a dangerous world? Not to mention, the entire continent knows that Wang Po will return to Hanqiu City one day to claim what he lost back then.

The Ten Thousand Willow Garden outside Hanqiu City seemed to have predicted today's situation in advance. It was burned down a few years ago, burning paper money for itself in advance.

Not far outside Wanliu Garden is the ancestral grave of the Zhu family. Only the past heads of the Zhu family or elders who have made great contributions are qualified to be buried here.

The starlight is very good tonight, illuminating the tombs and tombstones very clearly. If you read the words on the tombstones carefully, you should be able to understand the entire history of the Zhu family and the Peerless Sect.

There is a thin figure deep in the tombs, with a hunched back, waving his hands vigorously, digging for something, and mumbling something at the same time.

The starlight fell on his face, and his crooked eyes and muzzle looked even more terrifying, more terrifying than all the tombstones put together.

The saliva that spewed out of his mouth was extremely stinky, worse than the smell of corpse water in all dug graves.

Yes, this thin, hunchbacked man was digging a grave. His slender nails were filled with soil and carrion flesh. They were extremely sharp for some reason. He could dig a grave very quickly. It only took half an hour. All seventeen large tombs in the Zhu family's ancestral tombs were dug up by him.

Whether it was a rotten corpse or a white bone, it was the best harvest for that thin, hunchbacked man.

His eyes glowed, he drooled more, and he made an extremely unclear sound. Only by listening very carefully can you understand the general meaning.

——Your Zhu family is about to perish.

——Then give me your resentment and departed souls, and I will help you kill your enemies.

The thin, hunchbacked man suddenly sat down cross-legged in a lotus position, holding the stars in his palms, closing his eyes and meditating.

He was obviously using the most authentic Taoism of the state religion, and his demeanor in the starlight was solemn and even somewhat sacred.

But his mouth and nose were crooked, his eyes couldn't be completely closed, and he looked very ugly.

The most authentic state religion magic, the most beautiful starlight, and the ugly hunchbacked man.

This completely different contrast reveals a bit of humor and absurdity, and is somehow terrifying at the same time.