194|Nameless Ghosts Offering Nameless Flowers

His emotions were still caught up in the screams of those spirits, and he was unable to return to his senses for a moment, his face under the mask was covered in cold sweat, and he said soulfully, “…… Don’t call me by those two words.”

Every time he heard someone call him that, it was like a reminder of something, making him extraordinarily annoyed, and every time he heard it, he was shocked in his heart. Nameless, however, said, “Your Highness will always be Your Highness.”

Xie Ren looked over. Of course, he couldn’t see the black-clothed martial artist’s face, and could only see a smiling face. And when the other party looked at his face, they could only see a miserable white mask.

He said in a cold voice, “I’ll let your soul fly away if you scream like that again. Don’t think you’re really that strong.”

The black-clothed boy bowed his head in silence. Xie Ren calmed down and said, “Go and investigate the area of Lang’er Bay, and look for the most suitable place to set up a formation.”

Nameless said, “Yes.”

Xie Ren closed his eyes, paused, opened his eyes again, looked at the black-clothed martial artist, frowned and said, “Why haven’t you left yet?”

The black-clad martial artist said, “The place is set, so what about the time?”

“Time?”

“The dead can’t wait. They must be helped to find the object of the curse, and not delayed for too long.”

Indeed, it could not be delayed for too long. After a moment of silence, Xie Ren said, “Three days later.”

Nameless added, “Why three days later?”

For some reason, Xie Ren was a bit agitated when she talked to him, saying, “Three days from now is the night of the full moon, when the Sphinx Epidemic is unleashed, it is bound to be much more powerful. You’re asking too many questions. Just go.”

Nameless nodded and retreated without a sound. Xie Ren closed his eyes again, covering his forehead, hoping to relieve the headache. It was at this moment that he heard a few cold jeers coming from behind.

As soon as he heard this familiar cold laughter, the blood in Xie Ren’s body seemed to freeze. He turned around haughtily, and sure enough, behind him sat a snow-white silhouette wearing a sad and happy face and a large-sleeved mourning dress, looking at him from the god’s platform with both hands caged in sleeves.

White without a phase!

Xie Ren drew his sword and stabbed, the white-robed man made a “ding” sound, his two fingers clamped down on the blade of the sword and sighed: “As I expected, this look really suits you.”

If not unmasked, these two people were almost identical from head to toe, and after some entanglement, the two white-robed people exchanged blows back and forth, so outsiders would not be able to tell who was who at all. Bai Wuxiang easily dodged Xie Ren’s sword blade while saying, “Your Highness, don’t you feel that you have wronged your parents by burying them in that barren and bleak foreign land?”

Xie Ren’s heart sank downward as he said, “You moved my father and mother’s corpses? You destroyed their corpses?!”

Bai Wu Xiang said, “No, quite the contrary. I helped you bury them thickly.”

Upon hearing this, Xie Ren was stunned as Bai Wuxiang said, “I helped you bring them to the Imperial Tomb of Immortal Bliss, and even dressed them in rare jade clothes that can keep their corpses from decaying for a thousand years. In this way, the next time you visit them, you will still be able to see their life-like remains.” He told Xie Ren the location of the imperial mausoleum and the method of entry, which should have been told to Xie Ren by the State Lord and the State Master, but neither of them had the time to do so before they died and dispersed. Xie Ren was stunned and said, “How did you know the method to enter the Immortal Music Imperial Tomb?”

Bai Wuxiang smiled, “As long as it’s about you, Your Highness the Crown Prince, I know everything.”

Xie Ren scolded, “You know shit!”

He still wasn’t used to such vulgar and revealing words when they came out of his mouth. Bai Wu Xiang, however, seemed to have seen through his thoughts again, sizing him up for a moment, and said in a warm voice, ”It doesn’t matter. From now on, there won’t be anything to bind you anymore, and no one will have excess expectations of you, and no one will know who you really are. So, you’re more than welcome to do everything you want.”

Hearing this, a strange feeling arose in Xie Ren’s heart.

What did this monster want with him?

Showing good.

It was. Although it might sound ridiculous, Xie Ren’s intuition told him that this thing was here to show him kindness. Whether it was to bury his father and mother in a generous manner or to comfort him, it was all for such purposes.

He must have been very, very happy, happier than any time Xie Ren had seen him in the past. It was as if seeing such a Xie Ren made him extraordinarily happy, and he couldn’t help but be soft and affectionate. This kind of kindness actually made Xie Ren want to be grateful for a moment, but immediately afterward, more than anything else, she was still disgusted.

Xie Ren said in a chilling voice, “Don’t be too happy, don’t think I’ll allow this thing called you to stay in the world, when I destroy Yongan, prepare for me to come and settle the score with you!”

Bai Wu Xiang spread his hands and said, ”Welcome to the core, gladly. Even if you want to come and kill me, I’ll still be here waiting for you. Whenever you’re really strong enough to kill me, you can leave the division. However-“

The smile beneath his mask seemed to tighten as he said, “Will you, indeed, destroy Yongan?”

Xie Ren said, “What do you mean?”

Bai Wuxiang said, ”You can obviously do it now, why did you specially choose three days later? Did you hesitate when it came to the end? Could it be that when you have reached the point of the country’s destruction, you don’t even have the vigor to take revenge? Am I going to see another failure of the Crown Prince?”

The word “failure” is extremely ear-splitting. Xie Ren raised his sword to slash at him, but was kicked in the face and stomped to the ground.

Bai Wuxiang somehow snatched the black sword from his hand, and the gentle and amiable tone of the previous moment steeply changed to contempt, saying, “Know what you look like now?”

Xie Ren grabbed the snow-white boots on his chest, but no matter how hard he pushed, he couldn’t move the slightest bit, being firmly stepped on and not allowed to roll over. Bai Wu Xiang bent down slightly and said, “You’re just like a child gambling. You haven’t made up your mind at all.”

Xie Ren said angrily, “Who says I haven’t made up my mind?!”

Bai Wu Xiang said, ”Then what are you doing now? Where is your curse? Where is your death light and death extinction? Your father and mother, your soldiers, and your countrymen are in the hands of a god like you, it’s pitiful! You couldn’t protect them while they were alive, and you couldn’t even avenge them after they died! You’re a piece of trash!”

He exerted force under his feet, and a few strands of blood spilled out from under Xie Ren’s sad and happy face, gushing out from his throat.

Bai Wuxiang held his sword in his hanging hand, the black jade-like tip of the sword resting against Xie Ren’s throat, scratching across the spell yoke, awakening certain memories in Xie Ren.

He said, “Do you want me to help you warm up to the taste of a hundred swords through the heart?”

Excessive fear caused Xie Ren to hold his breath, not daring to move a muscle. And after scaring him, Bai Wu Xiang became relatable again.

He moved his boots and helped Xie Ren, who was frozen in fear on the floor, to sit up, breaking his face to make him look in one direction, “Look, look. This is what you look like now.”

What he showed Xie Ren was the broken idol on the Broken God Stage.

The flower and sword in the hands of that crown prince statue had long since disappeared, having been burned by fire, chopped by an axe and chopper, lifted up and dropped on the ground, half of his body charred and blackened, mutilated and miserable. Indeed, it was very similar to the self in Xie Ren’s remaining memory fragments.

Bai Wuxiang said, “Who did you owe this transformation to? Do you think it’s me?”

Xie Ren’s brain seemed to have been forcefully scrubbed by him once and repeatedly filled with new things, becoming more and more confused and skeptical. He even forgot his anger and said in confusion, “…… What exactly is your purpose? Why on earth are you pestering me?”

Bai Wu Xiang said, “As I said, I’m here to teach you. The third thing I’ll teach you is this: if you can’t save the Cang Sheng, then destroy them. Trample the Cang Sheng under your feet so that they will pay homage to you!”

After he finished saying this, Xie Ren’s head suddenly hurt as if it wanted to explode, holding her head and screaming.

It’s the spirits!

Countless grievous spirits screamed and cried in his head, and Xie Ren had a headache so severe that he could hardly roll on the ground. Bai Wuxiang, however, laughed from the side and said in a warm voice, “They can hardly wait any longer. In three days, if you fail to unleash the human face epidemic and give them the object of their curse, the object of their curse will be you. Do you know, at that time, what will become of you?”

Xie Ren felt the cold black sword being shoved into his hand again, and a voice whispered in his ear, “You don’t have a chance to turn back!”

When that headache slowly faded, Xie Ren let go of his hand and opened his eyes, he was still the only one in the tattered and torn crown prince’s palace, and the other white-robed man who looked exactly like him had long since disappeared.

I don’t know how much time has passed, night has long since fallen, and the Crown Prince’s Palace is dimly lit. Xie Ren’s heart stirred, realizing something.

One day has passed since the three-day period.

At that moment, there seemed to be a flash of white in the pitch-black Prince’s Hall.

Ghostly, Xie Ren turned his head, and after seeing what that flash of white was, his pupils contracted under the mask.

As he snatched the thing, he said, “What is this …… flower all about?”

It was a bouquet of fresh and tender little white flowers, placed on the left hand of the mutilated and charred black idol, appearing extraordinarily white like snow and extraordinarily bleak. It looked as if the idol had ended up with these scars in order to protect this bouquet of small flowers.

Xie Ren didn’t know why he was so enraged at the sight and drank, “Ghost, come out!”

Not long after, the black-clothed martial artist wearing a sword did appear. Before he could speak, Xie Ren said, “What’s with this flower? Who made it? Did you do it?”

Nameless bent his head slightly, his gaze gazing at the flowers clutched in Xie Ren’s hands as if they were suffocating for a moment, and finally, in a low voice, he said, “It wasn’t me.”

Xie Ren said, “Then who put this thing there?!”

Nameless said, “Why is Your Highness so annoyed at the sight of this flower?”

Xie Ren’s face became more and more sullen, throwing the flower on the ground and saying, “…… This kind of mischief is disgusting.”

Nameless, however, said, “Why would Your Highness think it’s a prank? Perhaps there really are still believers of Your Highness here who are worshipping you.”