192|White Ghost Points at Black Musketeers

The reason I say “teenager” is because of his voice and body shape.

He was dressed as a sharp martial artist, his body was long, but it was as if a new bamboo was pulling out of its knots, without losing the youthfulness of his youth. Black clothes like ink, hair also like ink, tied up. A sword hangs from his waist, slender. He slowly raised his head, his face is also covered with a snow-white mask, on the mask, is a curved smile.

A ball after a ball of black gas in hissing transformed into a form, was the white man did not miss a single piece into the sleeve Qiankun, as if a pouring river into the jade net vial. The young man in the sky stirred wildly in the black wind still, the white man said: “Who are you calling?”

Still kneeling on one knee, as if in submission, and as if taking an oath, the boy in black replied, “I am calling you, Your Highness.”

The white-robed man said coldly, “I am not His Highness the Crown Prince.”

The black-clothed boy, however, said, “You are. Your voice and figure, I won’t forget.”

The white man’s voice was colored with a hint of anger, “I said, I’m not.”

This white-robed man was, naturally, Xie Ren, who had put on mourning clothes and a sad and happy face.

His face was hidden behind a mask, no one could recognize who he was, nor did he want to be recognized. However, this black-clothed martial artist roaming around the battlefield was the one who directly called out his identity.

Suddenly, Xie Ren’s white silk held on his sleeve leaped out like a poisonous snake, pouncing on the black-clothed boy. Although it is a soft and gentle looking white silk, but the attack is very fierce, and the evil spirit, see that the black-clothed boy is about to be set in it, but he raised his hand, firmly grasped the white silk.

One end of the white silk was wrapped around Xie Ren’s wrist, and the other end was wrapped around the black-clothed teenager’s wrist, slowly tightening. It wasn’t that it didn’t want to break free, but the black-clothed teenager had always firmly grasped it, as if he had pinched the seven inches of a poisonous snake, and his hands were constantly emitting a silky chill.

There was no doubt that it was a dead soul.

And, an extremely powerful undead soul!

After sensing the inestimable power transmitted from the other end of the white silk, Xie Ren said, “What is your name?”

After a moment of silence, the black-clothed boy said, “I don’t have a name.”

Xie Ren didn’t ask too many questions and said, “To have no name means to be nameless.”

The boy in black said, “You may address me in any way you wish.”

Xie Ren asked again, “Are you the dead soul of a soldier who died on this battlefield?”

Nameless said, “Yes.”

Only then did Xie Ren withdraw his hand, and the white damask leapt back to him at once, wagging its head and tail up at the black-clothed teenager from afar, as if spitting out a highly poisonous letter.

Since he was a dead soul, it was no wonder that he was able to respond to him. This black-clothed martial artist must also be full of resentment towards the “Yongan people”, which, in turn, means that he can be used for him. Because their purposes are the same.

So, Xie Ren said, “Then, follow me.”

He extended his hand to the black-clothed martial artist, “I will let you get what you want.”

The black-clothed teenager’s face was also hidden behind a mask, and it was impossible to see what kind of expression he had at the moment. This was the case for both sides.

But after a moment of silence, he still did not hesitate to hold the hand that Xie Ren handed to him, and bent his head down deeply, pressing his cold forehead heart against the back of Xie Ren’s hand.

After a long time, he said in a deep voice, “Swear to follow Your Highness to the death.”

Xie Ren, however, drew back his hand, caged his hands in his sleeves, and turned to say coldly, “You’re already dead. Go away.”

That black-clothed martial artist stood up, Xie Ren turned around, only then did he realize that this teenager was actually bigger than he thought, about 16 or 17 years old, which was extremely tall for his age, and was even a little taller than him. However, this is nothing so-called, he turned back after a glance and continued to walk forward.

Xie Ren walked in front of him, and the nameless black-clothed martial artist really followed him, saying, “Your Highness, where do you want to go?”

Xie Ren’s gaze fell in the distance and said, “Yongan Palace.”

The Yongan Imperial Palace, was situated in another large city in the west. This city was originally a rather prosperous town as well, only that it had always been suppressed by the Xianle Imperial City to the east. And after the Xianle Imperial City was reduced to a quarantine city, the new king chose the new royal capital here, and it wouldn’t be long before it could overpower the old imperial city in all its splendor.

Xie Ren arrived late at night. Under the moonlight, he noiselessly flew and leaped across the densely-packed roofs of the New Imperial City like a white cat, while the black-clothed martial artist, like a black spirit fox, stayed close behind him. Not long after, the two figures landed in front of a gate.

Xie Ren realized that something was not right, this door can even vaguely feel the bad breath, stopped his feet. He was about to reach out and probe, but the black-clothed martial artist took a step forward and stopped in front of him, extended a palm and whispered, “Break!”

A firelight leaked out from that doorway, as if something had been burned. Only then did that black-clothed martial artist reach out and push open the door, saying, “Your Highness.”

Xie Ren stepped into the door and looked towards the ground. As expected, there were some charred black residue scattered on the ground. Xie Ren took a bit of it, smelling the flavor of vanilla and talisman paper, and glanced at the black-clothed martial artist.

This ghost is really powerful.

These burned remnants, obviously someone in the door set up a protective method, and the protective force is not weak, ordinary brats if you want to force the door or through the door, not less than to be burned a liver and gall blazing, this black-clothed martial artist but only in a split second between the array will be destroyed completely.

I don’t know if it is the reason for the new completion, this Yongan Palace is not how gorgeous, on the contrary, it is also a bit shabby, compared to the Xianle Palace is too far away. This is not surprising. What was strange was that along the way, there were almost constant obstacles, with all sorts of formations and traps set up by all sorts of evil-preventing and defending things. However, whenever Xie Ren sensed something blocking the way ahead, the black-clothed martial artist would preemptively break the obstacles and clear the path for him, so it was still unobstructed.

Half an hour later, above the high hall of Yongan Palace, two slender figures stood on top of the roof ridge, looking down.

Both of them wore a mask. The man in white had big fluttering sleeves, holding a white damask that danced with the wind. The man in black, on the other hand, was capable and sharp, with a long knife hanging from his waist, guarding the side of the man in white, gazing in the same direction as him. This picture under the moonlight is weird and demonic for no reason, but also harmonious for no reason.

The new Lord of the Yongan Kingdom was then in this great hall. Xie Ren sneered, “Setting up so many barriers in the palace to stop evil spirits, it seems that he’s really afraid of being approached by something, huh?”