World of Chessboard

The silhouette said, "The matter is over. You all can leave. Write down everything that has happened in the past few days that you have been keeping an eye on and hand it over to me."

Gongzi was startled. "It ended just like that?"

The silhouette said, "This is the young master's command. Withdraw and do not continue the investigation. It is not necessarily a good thing to know too much."

Gong Tianxiang nodded his head, then asked: "Then do we need to give Feng Yunxuan a copy of the investigation?"

The silhouette continued, "The news that you've given me back then was already sold by me to Feng Yunxuan. You can give me the information from now on. I'll pick the ones that can be sent to Feng Yunxuan and send them over, so you don't need to worry about it. "Also, are there any more casualties these few days?"

Gongzi said, "No, it's all safe."

The silhouette nodded. "That's good." Seeing that the other party was hesitating to speak, he asked, "Is there anything else?"

"A few days ago, I went to the Wind and Cloud Pavilion to see Liang Dian. There, I bought some news from Xia Fan."

The silhouette narrowed its eyes. "What news?"

Gong Sou said, "It's not really important, it's just some basic information regarding the young prince and Marquis Lu. After all, it was only some expensive secret information that was publicly available. Xia Fan didn't understand Feng Yunxuan's rules, so he couldn't buy anything more. I actually ordered them to temporarily seal off the information that Xia Fan wanted, and keep the basic information to sell. I don't think it's a big deal, so I'll give the order myself. "

Shadow thought about it for a moment. "Well done, that's good. If the news is sealed off, it will be easier to arouse suspicion. "How about this, let the others return to their seats and stay here to help organize the news that Feng Yunxuan has sent over."

Gong Jue was dumbfounded, "Why me again?!"

The shadow asked, "What do you mean again? I have to prepare for the Puppet Palace, and then I have to make a trip there. Naturally, I have no time to worry about these trivial matters. The Netherworld Valley doesn't have anything important to do, so you'll be free to go back. "

"It doesn't matter?" Gongtian mumbled to himself and reluctantly agreed, "Alright, alright, I'll stay. But please spare me the next time."

Shadow didn't care about his complaining tone and continued, "If nothing goes wrong, the Shadow Guards that come to the Puppet Palace this time will be divided between the Poison Hall and the Dark Valley. A while ago, Xuanyuan Yin had said that the Valley of the Underworld did not have many trusted aides. It was easy for the Valley of the Underworld to suppress them and he hoped to transfer a few of them. This candidate has yet to be decided, Young Master wishes to draw two or three from the Flowing Character Hall of the Poison Hall, the chief and vice head will give you at least one. Of course, it was just borrowing. If he found something more suitable later, it would be replaced later. It just so happens that you're here. Do you have anyone that wants to leave? "

"Vice Pavilion Master?" Gongzi thought for a moment. "Flowing Words Hall's current Vice Hall Master seems to be Flowing Sand, right?"

Shadow shook his head. "I'm not sure."

"The Young Master might know that he is one of the disciples of the Demon Poisonfeather. His kung fu is a little poor, but his memory is especially good and he is also smart. Call him in if you can. Shadow … What are you looking at me for? It's scary. "

The shadow looked at him deeply. What enmity do you have with your master? "

Gongzi seemed somewhat surprised, asking back, "Who are you?"

The silhouette frowned. "What do you mean, 'who am I'?"

Gong Du laughed. "I keep having the feeling that you were suddenly weird just now, and your tone of voice doesn't seem like it. Alright, I admit that it isn't appropriate for me to come to the Nethervale Kingdom and pull Drifting Water over, but there really is a reason for me to do so. I'll calculate, at the most half a year, or around four months, even if you can't find the person to replace him, I definitely won't force him to stay – of course, this time starts after you join the Netherworld Valley. "

The silhouette asked, "Have you found a suitable candidate?"

The silhouette did not object. "I will tell Young Master that I will discuss this matter with him if I have the time to see the Magic Poisonous Water in the future."

"That's good," said Gongzi. "I have nothing else to do. Anything else? "

The silhouette said, "It's nothing, just pass on all the additional information to me as soon as possible. "Also..." He pointed to a large wooden box in the corner of the room and said, "Send this to Feng Qiong."

Gongzi said blankly: "Give it to Feng Qiong? "What is this?"

Shadow glanced at him. "I stole the jewelry from the General's House."

Gongzi seemed to have thought of something as he laughed, and when he saw Shadow looking displeased, he stretched out his neck to look at his shoulder. "Have you recovered from your injuries?"

The silhouette retorted, "I'll shoot your arrow and see if you can recover from your injuries after six days."

Gong Du looked at him suspiciously. "As expected, you don't look like your usual shadow."

The silhouette frowned slightly. "Don't you think that you're talking too much nonsense?"

Gong Tianni immediately retreated a few steps and picked up the box, "Shadow, I'm leaving. Take care of your wounds." He left through the window with the same agility as when he first arrived. He didn't seem to be slow because of the big box at all.

The silhouette slowly got up and pushed open the window, leaving the empty room as well as the darkness of the night.

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"Yun Mo, Yun Mo!"

A familiar yet indistinct voice rang in his ears. Zhao Qingyan shook his head in annoyance, wanting to expel that annoying voice. However, the sound continued to grow louder and louder.

"Zhao Qingyan, look at what's in front of you?"

There was a small pavilion in the middle of the lake, but no one could tell who was speaking. He was standing in a pavilion that was only big enough for one person. There were corpses floating on the surface of the lake. Their stomachs were cut open, and it was empty. There was nothing inside. All their internal organs had turned into bloody water. Blood kept pouring out of their ears and noses and into the lake water where it flowed.

The blood colored lake water rushed up to the pavilion, wetting his feet. He screamed as he retreated, but he almost fell into the lake behind him.

Only the pavilion at the base of the cone was slowly submerged by the rising lake water. Blood flowed past his ankles, his knees, his thighs, his lower abdomen … The corpses floating in the air were slowly drifting towards him. One by one, they opened their eyes wide, and they were bleeding.

So scared, so scared, who can save me? Who can save me?

He was shouting with all his might, but he could not make a sound.

He tried his best to swim to the shore but failed. He couldn't move his arms. The hammer-like weight was pressing down on his arm, his leg did not feel anything, and he could not even feel the flow of blood.

The water reached his mouth and ran into it. He spat out the blood and coughed out the disgusting blood, as if he was going to vomit at any moment.

"Yun Mo!" "Young Marquis!" "Mo'er!"

The familiar voice was still ringing in his ears. They. Don't come over! Don't come over!

I finally shouted out, and my voice became tearful, "Run! Run! "Don't worry about me!"

"Run!"

"Don't worry about me, don't worry about me …" Cough, it's me … "

"Get out of here!"

Lu Sobbing looked at Zhao Qingyan, who was slowly losing her struggle. She let go of his hand, took two steps back, and raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead.

The Qi King's forehead was also beaded with sweat, but he maintained his composure and asked, "How is it?"

Feng Hong was silent for a moment, then shook his head. "The young prince's situation isn't considered optimistic. If he doesn't wake up, we won't be able to deal with him." He looked at the young imperial physician by his side. "What does His Excellency Song think?"

Song Xiangran heaved a sigh of relief and placed the medicine bowl to the side, "Let's not talk about his condition first. Right now, there is no way to feed him any medicine at all. It would be even worse if we continued to feed them, "he said.

The Qi King nodded in understanding, not even in the mood to sigh, "It's like this again."

Seeing the medicine that was being vomited everywhere, Lu Sobbing's expression changed, and she muttered under her breath, "It's the West Lake Blood again."

After carefully wiping off the sweat and medicinal juice on Zhao Qingyan's face, he slowly opened his mouth, "More and more people in the martial arts world have died from weeping blood and tears. Although he has not mentioned this matter, he is still suffocating from the pressure."

He placed the dirty handkerchief in the hands of the maid, and then placed the clean handkerchief on his son's forehead. Looking at the dark red color on his face, he helplessly shook his head: "I don't know when the fever will subside, it'll be even more difficult to wake up like this, won't it?"

Song He said, "With the young prince in such a state, how could the prince leave him here alone? He doesn't care about his body. "

The Qi King was upset, "I didn't expect that he would suffer a backlash from Zhu Yan Ran at such a time. It's only been half a month since the last attack."

Lu Sobbing said, "It was my negligence. I should have known when I saw his situation last night."

Song Xiangran looked at Zhao Qingyan and furrowed his brows slightly. With a puzzled tone, he asked, "What exactly is the nightmare that Zhu Yan Jian brought with her? The young prince's situation seems to be even more serious than when I first arrived at the prince's estate. "

Song Xiangran was slightly startled. "What do you mean by that, Marquis Lu?"

Lu Sobbing said, "Nightmare, in the end, is just an unforgettable fear. Because you can't forget, so will appear in the sleep, over and over again, over and over again deepening your heart desperately forget, but not forget the fear. Even more than being unable to forget, he might be unwilling to. Because they have forgotten, they will also forget the torment they have endured over the years. "

He tilted his head, "Perhaps, it has already become a distorted memory? It was because the nightmare would restore everything from before. Hatred, fear, sadness, helplessness, and even pain. In order not to forget the hatred brought upon himself by this repetitive torment, he would rather use his own pain to remember it. "

Song He's eyes darkened for a moment before he nodded, "Indeed, I can understand that feeling. But just like what the young prince said, and what I've seen, Zhu Yan Jian really does cause nightmares to become more intense. "

"Also, Zhu Yanyu will put the memories of others on your body." Lu Sobbing looked at Zhao Qingyan with a distant gaze. She seemed to have seen something else, "Zhu Yanyan will repeat the things that others have told you personally. When Zhu Yanyu acted up, he didn't even know who he was. He could only let memories dominate his body and submit to the most basic instincts of nightmares to do things that he didn't realize were happening. "

Feng Hong imagined such an outcome and couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine, "Then …"

Noticing his unspoken words, Lu Sobbing nodded slightly, "As long as Zhu Yan has a backlash, regardless of whether she is awake or asleep, she will easily repeat other people's experiences, accept their emotions, and then do things according to her will. When awake, he could still rely on the support of his mind to forcefully suppress it. If he fell asleep … They could only accept such pain. Every single part of the fear that I have personally experienced is exceptionally detailed, and is also the dream that I find the hardest to wake up from. "

"Light Wind!" Save me, save me! "Don't leave, don't abandon me!"