The Rebirth of the Stormy Prosperity Strategy

In fact, what Ming Beilin said was true. His master had spent so much effort to forge the sword. He clearly remembered that he had been waiting outside the sword-making furnace every day for more than 200 days. He finally waited for someone to come out, but what came out was a pale and weak master.

Sect Leader Shangjun finally managed to snatch the person back from the brink of death, and yelled and cursed at her, asking her if she still wanted to live.

At that time, Mo Xiaolan stuck out her tongue, smiled at Mo Luofan, and then said to Shang Jun: "It's fatal, but this sword also has extraordinary significance."

Later, the master gave him the Scarlet Star Blue Cloud. He wanted to ask her many times whether this sword was made for him, but he never dared to ask. Perhaps Mo Xiaolan had already given him the answer.

He spent his life to make the sword, which he rarely used, but he gave it to him without blinking an eye.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty?" Ming Beilin waved his hand in front of him. Well, this guy was reminiscing about his sweet time again.

"Let it melt." Mo Luofan said slowly, "You are right. It is better to reshape the Red Star Blue Cloud than to let it lie there in ruins."

"You finally figured it out." Ming Beilin stood up and patted his shoulder: "As long as you are willing to take a step back, my work will be easier. Now I will go find materials for you. Wait for my good news."

"Greetings, Your Majesty, Left Protector." The guard came over and knelt on one knee: "Left Protector, someone is looking for you outside."

"Looking for me? Who?"

"He said, hand you this token, and you will know who he is."

Ming Beilin took the token handed to him by the guard and was overjoyed. This man finally remembered him. He had forgotten about this matter when he left in a hurry last time.

"It seems you have something to do, so I'll leave first. Remember to forge the sword." Mo Luofan patted his shoulder and walked away.

Ming Beilin calmed himself down before following the guards into the reception hall.

"Back off first." After sending away the people around him, he mustered up the courage to speak to the person opposite him, saying, "I thought you had forgotten about my good brother!"

Demon Lord's bedroom——

"Your Majesty!" Ming Beilin swaggered in, looking very proud: "I'm going out to play for a few days!"

"Ah?" Mo Luofan, who had just woken up, was confused: "I just took a nap and you're going to run away?"

He wanted to refuse, but then he thought, this guy follows him all year round, and now he finally has a little desire to play, so it would be a bit awkward to refuse him: "Go ahead, go ahead. Seeing how busy you have been these past few days, I'll grant you the day off."

Ming Beilin stood up slowly, clasped his hands together, and bent over to pick up his luggage: "Take care, Your Majesty. Beilin will take his leave."

-

Jun Guhong couldn't stop the shaking in his hands. Even when he was pouring wine, his hands were shaking.

He added a little bit of something to the Ming Beilin wine, a drop of his blood.

Because he had to help the Ghost King eliminate many of the Dark Spies, he was given the title of Dark Guard King. As a genius in poison training, his blood was also corroded by all kinds of poisons, which had a certain effect on him, and that was control.

Anyone whose cultivation level is the same as his or lower than his, will be controlled by him for a certain period of time, with all the kinetic energy of their bodies except their thoughts, as long as they drink his blood.

In other words, except for the thoughts of the people he controls, everything else belongs to him.

When one is conscious and unable to control one's limbs and facial expressions, and thus kills the person one loves the most, this is murder and destroys the person's heart.

And today, he who always uses this method will also be made to feel this eternal pain.

Moreover, he didn't want Ming Beilin to endure the pain of shaving his bones.

After the two men clinked glasses of wine, Ming Beilin was about to speak when his body suddenly went limp and he fell onto the table. He was unable to move, but his mouth was still able to speak.

"I'm sorry, Xiaolinzi."

Ming Beilin opened his eyes wide. This scene, this tone, and Jun Guhong's expression all told him that he had trusted the wrong person.

"What are you talking about? Jun Guhong, what did you do?"

Jun Guhong sat beside the bed and stroked his cheek: "There is a person who is very important to me. He is now on the verge of life and death. Only your ribs can save him."

"So you want to sacrifice me to save him?" Ming Beilin knew what the result would be, but he still held a glimmer of hope. He said it was just a joke.

"Yes."

The word "yes" completely plunged him into the abyss.

"Have you been lying to me this whole time?"

With all his body functions controlled by Jun Guhong, he couldn't shed tears and could only stare at him with his big eyes.

Jun Guhong did not answer his question, but took out the prepared dagger from his sleeve: "Don't worry, I have controlled all the functions of your body, you won't feel any pain."

"What do you mean by the ability to control my body?" Ming Beilin was a little surprised. It's not that he had never heard of this ability, but people of this kind are rare. There are probably only one or two such people in the world. Since Jun Guhong can use something to control him, it means that this person is not a simple person.

"Who are you?" Ming Beilin asked, "Who are you? Didn't you say that you were just an innocent person who was killed and turned into a ghost? Are you really that?"

"Don't ask anymore. Wait until I come back. I'll tell you everything when I come back." Jun Guhong covered his eyes.

Ming Beilin lost even the last bit of feeling.

His entire mind seemed to be immersed in an endless black space. He could not move his body, open his mouth, or speak. He seemed to be imprisoned inside.

Yes, if the person outside doesn't let him out, he will be imprisoned here forever.

No matter how careful Jun Guhong was, the red blood eventually flowed onto the festive red bed, and he could not control the bloody smell in the air.

The white ribs are separated from the flesh and blood because the ribs cannot be in contact with the air for a long time, otherwise they will lose their effectiveness.

Jun Guhong could only stop his bleeding temporarily and then immediately rushed to the ghost world.

But what he didn't expect was that shortly after he left, Ming Beilin's insignificant thoughts actually broke through his control and regained control of part of his body.

Ming Beilin's cultivation level is actually not much different from his. The two are almost at the same level, or even higher than him. However, Jun Guhong is good at using poison, which is why Ming Beilin cannot really defeat him.

Only the mouth and eyes could move; the rest of the body was still unable to move, and he could not feel any pain. This time, no matter how hard Ming Beilin tried, it was of no avail.

"How pitiful." A man walked in from outside the bamboo house. He put his hands behind his back and looked at the person on the bed with extremely sympathetic eyes.

"Who are you?" Ming Beilin asked.

"Me?" The man pointed at himself and said with a smile, "I am a subordinate of the Dark Guard King."

"What did you say?" Ming Beilin immediately felt that it was difficult to breathe: "What Dark Guard King?"

"Don't you know? Your good friend Jun Guhong is the Dark Guard King of my Ghost Realm, the right-hand man of His Majesty the Ghost King, and their relationship is like that of the Demon Lord and the Left Protector of the Demon Realm. However, you can leave the Demon Lord for your confidant, and he can take his brother's blood and bones for the Ghost King."

Every word Qin Guang said was like a knife cutting into Ming Beilin's heart. If he could feel pain now, it would be as painful as being pierced by thousands of arrows.

"Oh, by the way, are you confused now as to why the Dark Guard King came to you? Since you are his good friend, I will tell you the truth."

Qin Guang sat on a wooden chair, poured a glass of wine and drank it, saying: "The Ghost King was seriously injured while traveling in your Demon Realm. He has not recovered until now, and his injuries are getting worse. Don't you think that your Demon Realm should take responsibility? Since your Demon Realm does not want to take responsibility, then we, the people of the Ghost Realm, have to come and collect the debt ourselves. So Jun Guhong concealed his identity and approached you. Since you have caused such a serious injury to the Ghost King, it should not be too much for us to cut off one of the Demon Lord's left and right arms."

"So what you mean is that Jun Guhong approached me just to help the Ghost King get revenge?"

"Yes."

A tear welled up in my eyes, followed by a second and a third.

"But, the Ghost King was not injured by the Demon Lord." There was a hint of hoarseness in his voice.

"The king was injured in your demon world. If it wasn't the Demon Lord who did it, who else could it be? Who has the ability to hurt the ruler of a region in the demon world?"

"The Demon Lord has never harmed a foreigner since he ascended the throne..." Suddenly he thought of a person, the young man who was injured by the evil beast. No wonder he could wield the Qingfeng Water God Fan.

"The Ghost King was not injured by the Demon Lord." Ming Beilin roared.

Qin Guang seemed to be frightened by his aura and quickly shut up. The air between the two of them seemed to become quiet.

"In any case, the truth has been conveyed to you, so," Qin Guang knelt on one knee and said, "Please, Demon Clan Left Protector, let our Dark Guard King go, let him return to his position, share the worries of the Ghost King, and ensure the peace of the Ghost Realm."

A few more tears fell, Ming Beilin took a deep breath, and gathered all the remaining skills in his body to break the control of that drop of blood. After breaking the control, he felt a sweet taste in his throat and spat out a mouthful of black blood.

Qin Guang immediately supported him.

After regaining all control of his body, the pain of shaved bones surged up, the wounds were torn open, and the feeling of emptiness as if something deep in his flesh and blood was pulled out made Ming Beilin feel pain for the first time, pain in his body and heart.

"Go away!"

Ming Beilin shook off Qin Guang's hand with great force and just stood up, but immediately fell to the ground again. Unable to get up, he had to use his arms to exert force.

Seeing him crawling on the ground, Qin Guang felt a little sympathy. He chanted a spell and drew a moving formation to send him back to the demon clan.

-

Ming Fan didn't know that Jun Guhong had abducted Ming Beilin to the ghost world at first. He found out by accident and forced him to tell him everything.

"It turns out there was such a story between the two of them." Mo Luofan sighed, "But Ming Beilin has always hated betrayers. How could he accept Jun Guhong who betrayed him?"

"This is my fault as a ghost. I will help you find the Left Protector." Ming Fan bowed to Mo Luofan to express his apology, and Mo Luofan also returned the greeting.

"Brother-in-law." Faner ran towards him on her short legs: "I just saw a very strange person in Brother Jun's room. She is a sister but she doesn't look like a sister."

The first people that reacted to them were Jun Guhong and Ming Beilin.

Mingfan picked up Faner and asked, "Faner, do you know where brother Jun is now?"

"I know, I'll take you there."

When they arrived at Jun Guhong's secret room, they had disappeared.

"I'm a step late." Mingfan bit his lip.

"Ah, ah, ah." A man with disheveled hair appeared at the door. He was in tatters. He grabbed Mingfan's sleeve and pointed towards the door.

Jun Guhong’s hiding place was not very clever, or rather, he didn’t need to hide at all.

He brought Ming Beilin to the small bamboo house they had lived in before. The inside was still spotless, but the house was spotless. One could tell at a glance that someone must have come to clean it regularly.

"Beilin, I am your best brother, right?" Jun Guhong held his hand and rubbed it on his face.

Ming Beilin turned his head away and ignored him.

Jun Guhong was not angry and continued to talk to himself: "Although it is cruel to you, if we do this, we can achieve our wish."

He raised his head and forced Ming Beilin's face back: "Then I will break your legs now. Don't be afraid, it will only hurt for a while."

Jun Guhong's hand moved down his body, and when he touched the joints, he chopped down with a palm without mercy.

Ming Beilin was so scared that he yelled, "Jun Guhong, what are you going to do?"

"You finally agreed to talk to me." Jun Guhong was overjoyed and said quickly, "If you like to run, I will break your legs so that you can't run. I can take care of you for the rest of your life. Believe me."

Jun Guhong raised his hand and slapped down again.

It hurts, it hurts.

The meridians in his legs seemed to be broken, and the pain from the broken tendons spread from his knees to his head, causing Ming Beilin to scream in pain.

Jun Guhong didn't feel satisfied yet, so he slapped down again, but this time, before he touched Ming Beilin's legs, he was bounced back by a powerful force, and fell heavily against the wall.

The people who came were none other than Mo Luofan, Ming Fan and the man who showed the way. He dodged behind Ming Fan, stuck his head out to look at Jun Guhong, and trembled all over.

"Beilin!" Mo Luofan ran to the bed and helped Ming Beilin up. Ming Beilin put his hands on his knees to relieve some of the pain.

Mo Luofan found something wrong and hurried to check his injuries. His knee was completely broken.

Ming Beilin grabbed Mo Luofan's sleeve tightly and shouted, "It hurts, Demon Lord, it hurts, is my leg broken?"

"Don't be afraid, I'll take you to see a doctor, and then get some dragon bones to connect them for you." Mo Luofan had been transmitting his spiritual power over, hoping to suppress his pain. Although he couldn't connect his broken bones, it could at least relieve the pain.

The man in front of him was his brother and his arm, who had grown up with him.

He was the second closest person besides his master. It was his fault that he did not find out the root cause of his injury when he was first injured. If he had been able to be ruthless and force him to tell everything, maybe he could have cut off everything and prevented him from suffering the pain of bone peeling for the second time.

No, if he had listened to him from the beginning and taken him away from Jun Guhong, then nothing would have happened.