storyteller, obsession

An Cang returned to the base he established in Moon Rain Country a long time ago, and ordered his subordinates to find all the information about Wuzhi.It's a bit ironic to say that I established these forces back then to compete with Yan Yuexuan, thinking that one day I would be able to take Lan Moqi back.Unexpectedly, the final use is to find people.

The wind on the roof was so strong that the dark clothes and black hair fluttered.At this time, the sun was about to set, and the last rays of light dyed the clouds in the sky red.

An Cang stood on the top of the building and looked at the ghosts who had just received the order and scattered around, only hoping to find Wuzhi sooner.These ghosts can't see the light, and now is the time to act.

An Cang stood on the top of the building and watched the sun go down completely before returning to the main hall of the main hall, sitting on the golden chair and waiting for the news.The hall was completely silent, there was no one else here except An Cang, for some reason, he suddenly found himself back to the beginning.

There is no one around him, and he guards the position of Demon King alone.Looking back now, maybe it was because of jealousy that I tried my best to break up Yan Yuexuan and Lan Moqi?During festive seasons, those two people always liven up the festivities lively, while they themselves drank dull wine on the sidelines.

It would be impossible to find a person without many clues in this vast crowd, but the people he sent out did not gain anything.Ten days later, there was finally news of that person.

This night, An Cang was still sitting alone in the hall as usual.

"Master..." At this moment, a pair of blood-red eyes emerged from the darkness of the hall, they were ghosts, their figures were completely integrated into the darkness, and their voice was full of emptiness.

"Found it?" An Cang raised his eyes to look at the dark corner.

"Hmm..." The ghost responded, as if exuding a sigh of death. If a mortal heard such a voice, he would definitely be scared to death.

"Take me to him." An Cang said coldly and got up, the ghost moved quickly after hearing the order, hiding in the darkness and running towards the destination.Of course, it is not worried that the demon king will not be able to keep up, and it is also afraid that if it runs too slowly, it will be wiped out by the demon king.

An Cang followed the ghost through the small town, across mountains and rivers to a bamboo forest.This place seems to be completely isolated from the outside world. At a glance, bamboo is still bamboo.The ghost led An Cang into the depths of the bamboo forest, and then stopped in front of a fence made of bamboo, and a house stood quietly inside the fence.

The ghost was quite embarrassed, panting and said: "Lord, master, this is it."

An Cang took out a small jade bottle from his bosom and threw it to the ghost. "This is your reward, go back."

The ghost caught the jade bottle and was immediately ecstatic.Hastily said respectfully, "Little one, leave." Then it turned into a cloud of black mist and flew into the distance.

There was a gust of wind in the bamboo forest, and the bamboo forest made a constant "rustling" sound.The moonlight tonight is extremely round and brighter than usual.An Cang just wanted to push the door and enter, as if thinking of something, he withdrew his hand that was already on the courtyard door.

Then he turned to leave, just as he was about to take a step.The sound of the piano came from the courtyard, and the sound of the piano was melodious. To An Cang who never knew how to appreciate elegance, he couldn't tell whether it was sadness or joy.All he knew was that the person in the courtyard was definitely not an ordinary person.

"Since you're here, come in. I've been waiting here for a long time." A human voice came from the courtyard, and the voice was very ethereal. If An Cang didn't know that there was someone inside, he would have thought he had an auditory hallucination. Woolen cloth.

An Cang turned around and pushed open the courtyard door to walk in.I saw a peach tree full of peach blossoms in the courtyard, and under the peach tree sat a man in white with a white jade mask.The man's slender hands plucked back and forth on the strings, and the sound of the piano was sometimes gentle and sometimes hurried with his fingering.

To An Cang's surprise, when he blinked the next second, the surrounding scene suddenly changed.

It is the star field in the dream.

At a glance, there are endless starlight dots, reaching the deepest part of the darkness.

"I didn't expect you to come here." The ethereal voice just now came from the star field.

An Cang suddenly understood that this person was spying on his heart.A surge of anger suddenly appeared in the blood-jade pupils.He congealed a sword out of thin air in his hand, and stabbed at the man wearing the white jade mask.

"Don't forget what your purpose of looking for me is." The sword stopped suddenly, only a piece of paper away from the man's brow.Ancang abruptly withdrew the attack, and the sword also became invisible the moment it touched the man.

He only heard the man snort softly as if mocking, and was not frightened by An Cang's aura of killing people at all, but continued playing instead.He raised his head to look at An Cang only after he clicked his finger to make the last sound.

After the sound of the piano was cut off, the surrounding scene changed back again.It is still the quiet bamboo forest, and the moon is still in the middle of the sky. The only difference is that the peach blossoms on the peach blossom tree behind the man have fallen to very few.

"Are you just ignorant?" An Cang frowned and looked at this person. He hadn't looked at this person just now. He didn't expect that this person's eyes were not something ordinary people could have.

His eyes are silvery-white, although silvery-white does have an incomparably mysterious attraction, if An Cang hadn't been wary of him from the very beginning, he might have been confused by this person.

"You are An Cang, the king of the monster clan, and you want to find a person named Zhuan Nian. Tell me, am I right?" Wuzhi said An Cang's identity lightly.Sweep away the peach blossoms falling on her body with her slender fingers.

"Do you know where the obsession is?" An Cang asked the most critical question without wanting to talk nonsense.

"You can never wake up a person who pretends to be asleep, so do you think you can find someone who doesn't want you to find?" Wuzhi asked sarcastically, leaving An Cang speechless.

Wuzhi didn't say anything else, picked up the qin and walked across the dark sky to the house.Leaving An Cang standing there alone, those words really stopped An Cang from asking.Recalling the appearance of obsession when he jumped off the cliff.

An Cang's heart couldn't help throbbing, this was the first time he felt such heartache.He regretted why he didn't care about the feelings of obsession at that time.He kept blaming himself for how stupid he was at the time, but he wanted to try anyway.