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Hearing Jiang Luo's question, Bai Fu was silent for a moment. Jiang Luo frowned: "Is it so difficult to say?"

Bai Fu immediately denied it: "No, of course not, the Ghost Master is the best ghost in the world!"

Jiang Luo: ...Why does this sound so weird?

Bai Fu added: "I just don't know where to start for the moment. The Ghost Lord has too many stories, and I don't want his glorious image to be damaged by my storytelling."

Jiang Luo thought, didn’t such a good person abandon you?

After a moment, Bai Fu finally spoke: "In a small country called Nanyu, their king gave birth to a pair of children. The elder sister is six years older than the younger brother. Her name is Jinghuang, and the younger brother is Jinglin."

"Jing Huang, Jing Lin..." Jiang Luo repeated the two names, shook his head and said, "These two names are too big, ordinary people can't bear them! However, they are a princess and a prince, maybe they are different from ordinary people?"

Bai Fu smiled bitterly and said, "Master is right. Perhaps these two names are too big, so they have suffered so much. Originally, the palace of Nanyu was peaceful, and the people of Nanyu lived a peaceful life of planting mulberry trees, picking fruits, weaving cloth and fishing. Until one day, the emperor of the north took a fancy to their land and led an army of 100,000 to encircle and suppress it. Nanyu is just a small country with only a few hundred thousand people in total. How could it possibly defeat the powerful country in the north? So, the palace was breached after the soldiers held on for a few days."

Jiang Luo felt sad, thinking that the brother and sister were about to start their unhappy life.

As Jiang Luo expected, Bai Fu continued, "Fortunately, with the help of the palace maids and guards, the brother and sister escaped through a dog hole. However, they ran away alone, with nothing on them, and could only rely on begging on the streets to survive. Fortunately, the elder sister has a good piano skill, and can make a lot of money by singing on the street. But...unfortunate things still happened."

Jiang Luo was so fascinated by what he heard that he asked, "Huh? What happened to the brother and sister?"

Bai Fu said, "Logically speaking, when a prince and princess flee from their country, they would generally issue a wanted warrant for the prince, right? After all, in that era, men were in power, and women and children were generally not implicated. But they only issued a wanted warrant for Princess Jinghuang, and did not mention Prince Jinglin, who was only seven years old at the time."

Jiang Luo frowned slightly and asked, "Why? Could it be... that you want to snatch the princess to the harem?"

Bai Fu laughed coldly, "You guessed half right. They did want to snatch the princess, but not to bring her into the harem. We'll talk about this later. At that time, Princess Jinghuang of Nanyu was quite famous, and was called a goddess descended to earth by her subjects. Her portrait was once widely circulated throughout the world, and everyone who saw it was amazed. Some people even saw the princess in person and said that the portrait did not depict even one-tenth of her beauty. Princess Jinghuang was so beautiful that even the heavens were jealous."

Jiang Luo had no idea about this kind of beauty that even the heavens were jealous of, so he asked, "More beautiful than... Gu Ying?"

Bai Fu laughed out loud, his tone full of admiration and yearning for the goddess. He whispered, "Lord Gu Ying is a man's beauty. No matter how good-looking he is, he still has a man's masculinity in him. Princess Jinghuang is different. She is gentle and kind by nature, and her every frown and smile is graceful. If there is a goddess in this world, she must be like Princess Jinghuang. If such a person is a little ruthless, maybe her life can be smoother. But she is too good, good to her family, and even better to her only brother. In order to support her brother, she put on a veil and performed in a teahouse. But a beauty like her, whose every move makes people yearn for her, how could she not attract the covetousness of those people? So she... before going to the teahouse, she scratched her face with a sharp knife."

Jiang Luo:!!!

He listened to the story in shock, thinking that Princess Jinghuang was so good. How could such a perfect person exist in this world?

Bai Fu said: "Jing Huang wore a veil at first, which made her look attractive. Later, she stopped wearing the veil. The news spread all over the town that the ugly woman playing the piano in the teahouse had a hideous face, and men lost interest in her. Later, the boss was afraid that her ugliness would affect business, so he hung a curtain for her and let her play the piano behind it. Fortunately, the boss was a kind person and did not chase her away."

Hearing this, Jiang Luo was already in tears. He felt a soreness in his heart, as if there was a dull pain somewhere.

"So, Princess Jinghuang changed her name to Chunxiu and used this method to raise her brother. But her brother was not raised solely by his sister. Jinglin was smart and had good handwriting since he was young. He wrote letters for his sister at the market and was able to help her share some of the burden of supporting the family. So, the brother and sister lived in the small town called Chunshui Town for seven years. His brother Jinglin also grew from a child into a handsome young man."

Based on the direction of the story, Jiang Luo felt that things would definitely not continue to develop so peacefully.

As expected, Bai Fu's tone changed, and he said more sadly: "But, misfortunes always happen to the unfortunate. This is what is called a hemp rope breaks only at the thinnest part, and misfortune always finds the unfortunate. The brother and sister thought they could live peacefully in this small town for the rest of their lives, but on a quiet and peaceful night, bursts of shrill screams were heard."

Jiang Luo frowned: "Who could be slaughtering the townspeople? But a small town should be of no use to the emperor, right?"

Bai Fu sneered: "Yes, it is of no use to the emperor, but for those evil cultivators, tens of thousands of living townspeople are very useful!"

"Another evil cultivator..." Jiang Luo muttered, "So, are those evil cultivators trying to use the lives of these townspeople to practice evil magic?"

Bai Fu said: "What they want is not only the lives of the townspeople, but also their living souls. The reason why evil cultivators are called evil cultivators, in addition to their disregard for human lives, the most terrifying thing is their evil nature. They can drive the undead to do their bidding, and some even have thousands of troops in their hands, all of which are made of living lives."

"Refine?" Jiang Luo frowned even more tightly: "So, before they die, they will experience some cruel torture?"

Bai Fu hummed, "Those screams are the wails of the townspeople. They didn't know when they put an evil poison in the town's well. The poisonous insects entered the townspeople's bodies through drinking water. All the townspeople were not spared and were all controlled by the poisonous insects. Those poisonous insects would gnaw on the townspeople's internal organs and bones until they were chewed into a complete piece of human skin..."

Jiang Luo closed his eyes and felt his scalp tingling.

"Those human skins can be made into magical instruments, lanterns, and drums. In short, for evil cultivators, Gu skins are very good materials for refining instruments."

Jiang Luo was a little anxious and asked, "So the townspeople can only sit and wait for death? Are the siblings also poisoned?"

Bai Fu shook his head: "No, it was a very unexpected coincidence. The brother and sister lived in the palace since they were young, and the water they drank was spring water that the palace servants picked up from the mountain early in the morning. So they really didn't like the fishy smell of well water. The brother and sister deliberately lived at the foot of the mountain, and the brother connected a bamboo pipe from the spring on the mountain. Because the water was very sweet, it attracted dozens of families around to drink it. Therefore, the hundreds of people survived, including several young men who learned skills with Jinglin on the mountain."

Sure enough, people with extraordinary identities will have their own opportunities.

Jiang Luo asked: "So Jinglin actually has special skills, right?"

Bai Fu replied: "It's not a special skill. There was an old Taoist priest in the mountain. His temple was in tatters and he could only survive with the help of the villagers. In order to repay the villagers' kindness, he opened a school for cultivating immortals in the mountain. It was called a school for cultivating immortals, but it was just a makeshift group. He knew a lot of things, but he just wanted to amuse the children. He took them to practice some random moves every day, and they actually learned some skills. Jinglin was a studious person, and he found all the books in the Taoist temple. Among them was a book called "The Way of Ghost Cultivation", which successfully attracted his attention."