The baby-making system is unreliable

"Don't laugh, right? It seems like you still don't remember what happened back then?"

Wu Canjiang asked tentatively. When he said this, Yun Xirou keenly noticed that Han Xiuqi's expression froze for a moment.

There was a barely perceptible strangeness in Han Xiuqi's eyes, and some memories that he didn't want to recall filled his memory.

"..."

"I'm old now, you youngsters can chat with me."

Seeing that he had no ill intentions, Granny Yang took the initiative to leave them some space and went back to the house.

That's what they said, but the inn was a mess! Ahem... the three of them found a random place to stare at each other.

Wu Canjiang raised his eyebrows, as if he knew why, and changed the subject: "It's okay, it's okay, let's not talk about that, why don't you introduce me to her?!"

Han Xiuqi calmed himself down, put on a smile, and introduced Wu Canjiang, "This is Miss Yun, and I...that's Granny Yang, the innkeeper."

Wu Canjiang looked back and forth between Yun Xirou and Han Xiuqi, secretly speculating about their relationship.

He bowed, his eyes fell on Yun Xirou, thinking, and said with a smile: "I see, but... just friends?!"

There was another panic, the water cup was knocked over, Han Xiuqi coughed, his mind was confused and his face turned red with embarrassment.

"But isn't it Cousin Yun? You must be my aunt's daughter!"

Han Xiuqi raised his eyebrows and looked at Yun Xirou, then picked up a cup of tea from the side and took a sip calmly.

He had already figured out the situation here before coming here, so he naturally knew her identity.

"Yes! But we are not familiar with each other! The dispute between the royal families of Southern Xinjiang has nothing to do with me."

Yun Yurou was not polite in her words. She didn't know him, so why should she care? She chuckled and raised her eyes and said with a smile: "This... Jiang... Mr. Wu, why don't you tell me what you want to do?"

Since he knew it, Yun Xirou naturally had no intention of hiding it, nor did she have any intention of becoming related to him.

Yun Xirou kept tapping the corner of the table with her fingers, waiting for him to explain step by step. In fact, she was already impatient to know about her father.

"Don't worry, our fight has nothing to do with you, but... the same may not be true for others!?"

Wu Canjiang raised his eyebrows and glanced at him, saying meaningfully: "As for the purpose of coming here, it's a long story..."

Han Xiuqi also recovered from his panic, and his gentle face showed a hint of urging: "Then let's make it short!!"

He also thought of what happened to Uncle Yun just now, but he left early. Although he had been wandering in southern Xinjiang for a few months, it has been nearly ten years since he left.

Wu Canjiang put away his playful expression and became serious. The story is probably like this. Since the death of King Wu Yue, the southern border has been in chaos for a long time. Now there are roughly two factions, the King of the Southern Barbarians and the King of the Northern You. To put it bluntly, it is a fight between two brothers.

If it was just a fight, it would be fine, but the point is that King Beiyou actually released some "puppets", under the pretext that Beicang was strong and he wanted to protect himself.

It was originally something refined with the intent to destroy human nature, so naturally the two kings had more conflicts as they had different opinions.

"Then why did my father become a puppet? Isn't it said that a puppet is a Gu Master?! Isn't it said that he was trained since childhood?!"

Yun Xirou was anxious to know everything and why her father had become like this.

"It's said in the Central Plains that the 'puppets' in our southern border are Gu masters, who are trained from a young age. In fact, 'puppet' is just a name. Anyone who is controlled by the puppet Gu can become a 'puppet'. As for Gu insects, they are divided into control Gu and poison Gu."

Puppet Gu, Lost Mind Gu, Yin Yang Mother and Child Gu, these Gu that make people lose their original heart, become heartless and unconscious belong to the control type of Gu.

Heart-eating Gu, blood Gu, and blood-transforming Gu, which are the kinds of Gu that cause people to suffer extreme pain and torture, belong to the category of poisonous Gu.

There are also some harmless minor Gu techniques, such as the hidden Gu, the trapped Gu, the explosive Gu, etc., which are not very harmful.

There are even some secrets of the royal family of Southern Xinjiang. There are too many categories to list them all in a short time.

Wu Canjiang gave a brief explanation, then thought about the people just now and said, "People like the one just now should have been hit by a control-type Gu technique, but I don't know what kind it was."

"So, how can we save him?! Do we have to go to Miaojiang?!"

Han Xiuqi thought about it and asked him directly, eager to know how to save people.

His clueless look surprised Wu Canjiang.

Wu Canjiang thought about the information he had found and couldn't help but ask Han Xiuqi: "You... don't know!? This is a deal between him and King Beiyou. Let you and his wife go, and he will be King Beiyou's puppet."

"So the way to save him is probably only known by King Beiyou."

Wu Canjiang spread his hands helplessly. If he had a way, the two kings of Southern Xinjiang would not have fought for so long. Besides, that was ten years ago, and he was still a child at that time! ?

My mother!? She's still alive?!

This amount of information was a bit overwhelming. Yun Xirou's heart beat faster. It looked like her mother might still be alive, and she was very excited for a moment.

Wu Canjiang looked at Han Xiuqi in shock. After he was sure that he really didn't know, his heart sank. He couldn't help but worry and thought to himself: His soul-splitting disease is getting worse.

"Uncle Yun! Could it be that... the reason why he acted like this was because he wanted to save me?!"

After hearing this, Han Xiuqi was stunned, with an expression of disbelief on his face. He stared at him blankly with his eyes wide open.

Countless questions flooded into Han Xiuqi's mind, making him feel at a loss. He tried hard to recall every detail of his time with Uncle Yun, but the memories in his mind became blurred.

At this moment, the more he thought about it, the more confused he felt. His memory... became... confused... A bell rang, as if something had happened? ! What? !

A woman's voice was icy cold: "Slaughter the entire city, leave no one alive!"

"Kill him, kill him, he is a murderous demon..."

"Run! Don't kill me, don't kill me..."

"This child... he is a monster, he is a monster..."

"Mother~Mother, I'm so scared...Mother..."

"Fuck, doesn't he feel pain? Is he really a human being?!"

Screams of pain, the sound of weapons clashing across the sky... Dark clouds gathered, and in a moment, the entire city became a hell, with no distinction between black and white...

These dusty memories filled his head, and those miserable cries seemed to float in front of his ears.

Blood, blood everywhere, the whole city was filled with blood, body parts and remains were scattered everywhere, it was a horrific sight.

Finally... who is it? Who is it? Who is killing people?! It seems... it's a child...

Han Xiuqi covered his head in pain, his face was pale, he was breathing heavily, and he looked completely unwell.

Yun Yurou hadn't recovered from the information yet, so she hurried forward to support him and asked with concern, "What's wrong with you? Are you okay?"

He had never been like this before! In the memories that Yun Xirou inherited, there was no mention of him having such symptoms!

Wu Canjiang looked at Han Xiuqi thoughtfully. Seeing that he was not in a good state, he pierced his acupuncture points with silver needles and circulated his internal energy through his body to stabilize his condition.

After a while, although there was sweat on his forehead, fortunately his condition had stabilized.

"He is suffering from a split soul syndrome. Miss Yun, it seems that you don't know his identity yet. He is actually the third son of Emperor Bei Cang."

Wu Canjiang's face was so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip out of it. He clenched his fists tightly, and as if he remembered something, his eyes flashed with anger.

Veins bulged on his forehead and his lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but swallowed it back.

Yun Xirou looked at Han Xiuqi in surprise. She had never expected that he had such a background.

"Soul-splitting syndrome? The third prince of Beicang? What should I do... How can I cure him?!" Yun Xirou frowned tightly, her eyes full of worry.

She murmured anxiously, the amount of information was too much!!

He actually has such a secret. He must have drifted to southern Xinjiang by accident. Doesn't that mean he looks a lot like her? From this, it seems that both of them have some secrets.

"I guess the only way to cure it is to find the source?! Or..."

Wu Canjiang's face was heavy. Thinking of some rumors and records in ancient books, his heart was filled with worry and uneasiness.

Or maybe it can’t be cured at all, but may become more serious, and the consequences would be unimaginable.

Thinking back to the time when he met him, Wu Shijiang felt even more depressed, as if a huge rock weighing a thousand pounds was pressing on him.

Compared to 'him', Wu Canjiang still likes Han Xiuqi very much.

[Ding Dong, branch 1: Journey to Southern Xinjiang (saving father and mother, the truth about the poisonous insect.)]

Is this a side quest?! It seems that I must go to Southern Xinjiang.

"In this case, it seems that we must go to Southern Xinjiang once."

Without waiting for her to say more, Wu Canjiang was stunned and said hesitantly: "It's just...he...it's better not to go back..."

At this time, Han Xiuqi's breathing gradually stabilized. He opened his eyes weakly and saw Yun Xirou's worried expression. A warm feeling surged in his heart.

"I'm fine, don't worry." Han Xiuqi pulled himself together, his face pale as he asked, "My condition is not serious. Brother Wu, how much do you know about Uncle Yun and Aunt Wu's current conditions?"

He heard it all!? I guess so!

"You know that... but you still want to go to Southern Xinjiang?! It seems that's all!"

Wu Canjiang sighed and slowly told what he had learned over the years. King Wu Yue had established the official "puppet" purely to achieve some difficult-to-complete witchcraft.

But now, he has passed away due to illness, and King Beiyou has implemented a tyrannical rule. He enjoys harming people with his witchcraft. He built an underground palace specifically for breeding witches and used living people for experiments. Maybe... he has imprisoned more than a hundred people.

If they want to find a way to free the 'puppet', they may have to start from the underground palace, which would be easier.

"..."

After listening to this, Yun Xirou frowned and thought about what to do.

"In that case, we will set off tomorrow!" Han Xiuqi's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a smile as gentle as jade.

He stretched out his hand tenderly and patted the back of her hand lightly, as if giving her endless strength and courage.

The look in his eyes was full of pampering and care, and his voice was low and magnetic, warming the heart like a spring breeze.

"Don't be afraid, everything will be fine. As long as I'm by your side, no matter what difficulties we encounter, we can face them together. Believe me, we can definitely save them."

At this moment, she felt the determination and perseverance from the bottom of his heart. She nodded, with a firm light flashing in her eyes.

"We must find a way to rescue our father!" Yun Xirou clenched her fists and said with a firm look.

As night fell and the lights came on, the moon, like a silver plate, climbed up the branches of the willow tree.

The breeze gently blows the willow branches, and the willow leaves rustle, interweaving with the whispers of the wind into a beautiful melody.

The moonlight fell on the earth, covering everything around with a layer of light silver gauze, like a dreamland.

The few people returned to their rooms and there was no sound, and the night was quiet.

"Are you sure you don't want to go back?! Besides coming to see you, my father also asked me to go on a diplomatic mission to Northern Cang. Tomorrow... I will leave for Cang Yan City."

Before leaving, Wu Canjiang went to his room to ask him something. Han Xiuqi lowered his head and remained silent for a while, but finally replied, "Li Weiyang is dead, I'm not going back!"

The only one alive is Han Xiuqi!!

"..."

Is there really no going back?!

When he looked up again, Han Xiuqi had a relieved smile on his face, with stars twinkling in his eyes. He looked bright, gentle, relaxed and comfortable.

This was a look he had never seen before, and Wu Canjiang still remembered him like this many years later.

Many years later, I still feel that such people are born to stay in the rivers and lakes, rather than being trapped in the court.

"I'm going to Southern Xinjiang. This time we're going to rescue Uncle Yun and the others."

"Even if...even if it means releasing him!? You'll do it at all costs!?"

"Yes, even if we release that 'person', at least..."

Han Xiuqi squeezed the silver needle in his hand, his eyes determined.

At least I can save them, make her happy, and repay Uncle Yun's kindness.

This time, he...has made up his mind!!

Wu Canjiang opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end he changed the subject: "You will like this piece of music. Practice it more often. When you go crazy, maybe there will be some hope."

Then he waved his hand and handed over a music score. This was the gift I had originally intended for him this time.

"Thank you very much."

Han Xiuqi took the music score, bowed solemnly, and his eyes fell on the blood jade flute that was almost covered with dust.

The jade flute was extremely delicate, but it eventually got covered in dust.

"Take care of yourself. I see that your memory is not complete and your soul separation disease seems to be more serious. Don't die!"

Wu Canjiang turned his back without looking at him again. He waved his hand and went back to the house.

I hope this person can come back safely. If it were that one, he would really not be able to get used to it.

"It's okay. He remembers everything I don't remember."

Han Xiuqi knew the truth, so his mentality was really good and he could still laugh in this situation.

I took the jade flute in my hand, opened the window, and felt the wind blowing through my hair. I thought about how it has been a long time since I last played the flute. I have been busy studying medicine over the years and have never used the flute.

In the courtyard outside the inn, an ancient willow tree swayed in the wind, as if telling the story of the years.