C21 Zindu

The Devil Realm was dependent on the cold river. When the Dome Hall came out, they went around the forest of clouds and arrived at the edge of the cold river.

No matter what, she had to follow the cold river upstream to reach the Mute Moon Valley. No matter what, she had to call the ferryman. Wanqing walked halfway before she remembered this hidden shortcut. She immediately decided to take the shortcut.

"Protector, wasn't Late Lord's Dome Hall sealed long ago, and no one was allowed to approach?"

Even Shao'er, who had always been presumptuous and daring, became afraid when she saw Wanqing walking straight towards the Dome Hall.

"Who just taught Jiao a lesson? He said just follow me."

Wanqing didn't even turn her head, and used her original words to block him.

"But... But this is Late Lord's old house!" Shao'er was trembling and unable to speak, and Jiao was even more so trembling as he held onto the object in his hand. No one knew how much power Zhuochen had, but the two servants were so scared that their faces turned pale, and the closer they got to the hall, the more they trembled.

"Late Lord... Heh, if the Late Lord was here, he would definitely be the first one to rush out today... We'll just treat it as doing this for the Late Lord." At this time, they had already arrived at the main entrance of the main hall of the Dome Hall. Right Patronus stopped and took a deep look inside. Her nose seemed to be lingering with a faint smell of burning ibis wood;

The wind moaned as it picked up rotting embers from the thick leaves piled here and there in the courtyard, and the smell of death and decay filled the air, breaking up all memories of the past.

He suddenly became absent-minded. Zhuochen, how did he become a Late Lord?

Shouldn't the Dome Hall be perfectly contrasted with the Empyrean Pavilion at both ends of the Devil Realm?

"Late Lord...?"

Right Patronus tilted her head, a thin layer of disappointment in her eyes.

The two maids behind him were so scared that their voices had changed. Late Lord ordered them to cover the retreat, and his corpse did not scatter or disappear. In addition, Late Lord had said that he would not enter the tomb behind him, so they left his corpse in the Dome Hall. This was also the reason why the Dome Hall was sealed.

In addition, in the last few years of Zhuochen's life, perhaps because the imperial household was too strict internally and had accumulated prestige for several years, the Dome Hall had since become a place that no one dared to step foot in. It was no wonder that the two maids were trembling in fear behind Right Patronus.

A grain of sand was lifted up by the wind, spun around, and rushed into Wanqing's wide open eyes. The pain from her pupils brought her back from her thoughts. Her fingertips gently rubbed the corner of her eyes, and the faint moisture in her eyes brushed out the fine sand that was out of tune.

"Demon Emperor, I will bring back the people you can't let go of and explain the things you can't compensate for." She looked at the closed and solemn door of the Dome Hall and thought to herself. At that time, the Demon Emperor would truly be able to go in peace.

She no longer hesitated, no longer thought about it, and no longer recalled it.

The death of Demon Emperor Zhuochen was something that could no longer be salvaged. The death of Demon Emperor Zhuochen with indescribable regret became a thorn in her heart.

Now, she was about to pull this thorn out!

At the Cold River Crossing, for some reason, the sky was covered by fog.

There was nothing to talk about. In a daze, Wanqing decisively cast a spell to call the ferryman.

A lone boat slowly pierced through the thick white fog, and the dark yellow bamboo raft became the only light under the gloom.

The ferryman's yellow feather clothes covered his body, almost becoming one with the bamboo raft. Everyone knew the strange rule of the Netherworld "ferry is silent, the river is silent." Without any nonsense, Wanqing led Shao'er and Jiao onto the bamboo raft.

When it came to mute moon, one needed to go upstream.

On the other side, the people that Ling E had sent to investigate Right Patronus' whereabouts had all returned. He was too familiar with Wanqing and expected her to go to the place with the Sky if she left. When the guard reported that Right Patronus was heading towards the Late Lord Dome Hall, he brought Xijie, who was injured and unconscious, to another ferry between the Devil Realm and the Cold River...

Only a newly appointed Left Patronus was left in the Devil Realm... It had to be said that Ling E, the Demon Emperor, was actually at ease with what he was doing.

In order to take care of Xijie on the way, he had already changed out of his long robe. In a coma, Xijie was carried onto the bamboo raft by a few attendants. For some reason, the last person who was walking at the back suddenly slid forward a step and then rushed to the guard who was carrying the person in front of him. There was a missing corner at the four corners, so the person on the shelf naturally fell in that direction.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw that Xijie had been jolted awake. The corner of his mouth was still dripping with black blood.

He didn't have time to get angry, so he quickly knelt on the ground and hugged him.

"Ling Er..."

"Hmm. I am here. I am here." Ling Xiao felt extremely uncomfortable. He lowered his head and rubbed the hand that the man raised with all his might.

"Ling Ran... There's something I have to tell you." Xijie felt the warmth coming from his palm. His heart, which had been heavily injured by the demonic flames, seemed to have been slightly healed.

"What important thing can compare to your body? I won't say anything else. You need to rest and recuperate." Ling Ran heard the parting in his voice and cut him off. He didn't want any scheming, and he didn't want any future, he just wanted this man to live their lives together.

"No, I can't." Xijie shook his head. This action affected his heavily injured internal organs, and waves of intense pain from being drenched in hot oil came from his body. He gritted his teeth in pain, but when he looked at Ling Ran, he actually smiled, "No, Ling Ran, you have to remember this matter. That day, I broke the rules of the Devil Realm. As long as I can stabilize your position in the Devil Realm, I am willing to endure even the Devil Flame Punishment... Listen, if I die, you are not allowed to regret, you are not allowed to blame yourself... I have to find another person who loves you, whether it is a young man or a beautiful woman... I just want you to be fine... I beg you, remember."

"Please, remember."

His eyes were red, and the tears that he had been holding back for a long time could no longer be endured after hearing these words. He could not speak, and could only look at Xijie and shake his head.

"Ling Er... Be good." Xijie half-closed his eyes and muttered as if he was sighing.

He couldn't hold on any longer... His eyelids became heavier, and the pain in his internal organs became more and more blurry. His body began to heat up again.

Ling Xiao's tears fell on his face and body, and his heart felt a dull pain that was different from the sharp pain of his wounds. However, he really didn't have the strength to say anything else. He just repeated word by word:

"Be good..."

"It's fine..."