I'm a killer with no emotions

When Ning Zhe came back, there was a man standing on the altar, wearing a black robe as cold as fog, and his handsome and sinister side face had an icy texture under the cold moon.

Lin Feishuang lowered his head and was talking to him respectfully.

Ning Zhe was stunned for a moment when he saw him, and then showed a wry smile, with an expression that seemed to be crying but not crying, and murmured several times: "So it is, so it is..."

"No wonder... no wonder he was desperate to block that sword..."

Lin Feishuang was also in a daze, and sighed: "The poison of the Soul Eater lies in that as long as you get a little bit on it, even if you die, your soul will be swallowed up bit by bit, until your soul is gone, and it will disappear forever in this world... ...I'm afraid he has seen it, so he will save him to the death, His Royal Highness is so lucky to have a little pet who treats you wholeheartedly."

"Lonely is a good fortune..."

Qingluan suddenly covered her face, her expression was completely covered, Ning Zhe could only see his slightly trembling lips.

"But I'm used to being lonely and arrogant, and I never know how to cherish it."

When Prince Qingluan seldom showed such an expression, Lin Feishuang didn't know what to say, so he had to think about it and said: "Death cannot be resurrected, Your Highness...sorry..."

"Condolences?"

Qingluan put down her hand, and a sinister smile suddenly appeared on her cold thin lips, "What's the matter? Even if he dies, so what, he will return to Gu's side and stay with Gu all the time!"

Lin Feishuang opened his mouth, but in the end he could only shake his head and sigh.

It is said that Prince Qingluan is moody and unkind, but he can't escape the word "love" in the end.

From the corner of his eyes, he saw a thin black figure standing under the altar, looking up at them eagerly.

Lin Feishuang raised his eyebrows, and pulled him up with one hand.

Ning Zhe lowered his head, withdrew from his hand, and handed him a bunch of plants with light blue flowers in his hand.

Lin Feishuang took the plants and took the time to glance at him, "But the most vigorous bunch from the center of the spring?"

Ning Zhe nodded.

Lin Feishuang just asked him to go to the medicine garden and took a herb.

Ning Zhe didn't understand why he only told him to go, but he didn't say much.

"Did you see the bamboo house in the medicine garden?" Lin Feishuang stared at him thoughtfully, and asked again.

Ning Zhe had doubts in his eyes, but he still replied obediently: "I see."

Lin Feishuang shut his mouth and stopped talking.

Ning Zhe had some vague guesses, and tentatively said: "Inside..."

Lin Feishuang shook his head, and said to Ning Zhe: "Forget it, it's nothing, you can go back and wait for me below."

Ning Zhe didn't insist on asking the answer, he nodded obediently, turned around and was about to walk down the altar.

"and many more."

Suddenly, a deep voice sounded, calling Ning Zhe to a halt.

Ning Zhe froze for a moment, then turned around slightly, and saluted respectfully: "His Royal Highness."

"An acquaintance of you who is lonely is very imaginative."

Qingluan's eyes fell on him, as if she wanted to strip him naked, feeling extremely oppressive.

Ning Zhe shrunk his body and remained silent.

"Just now, Gu almost thought that you were him."

Qingluan's voice was deep, and his eyes were carved on him like ice knives.

The atmosphere was stagnant for a while, and everyone on and off the altar lowered their heads, not daring to breathe.

Just when Ning Zhe's body was shaking and he was about to be unable to support himself, Qingluan suddenly said: "Pull the curtain."

Ning Zhe glanced at Lin Feishuang, and called him helplessly, his voice was as thin as a mosquito, so pitiful.

Lin Feishuang frowned slightly, stepped forward and said: "Return to Your Highness, this is a slave that I bought back a few days ago. His whole body is festered and invisible. I'm afraid it will stain His Highness's eyes. It's not too late to find someone. Follow me." I see it is still..."

He didn't speak, Qingluan glanced at him coldly, "Gu didn't talk to you."

He turned his head to stare at Ning Zhe, and suddenly walked towards him.

Ning Zhe wanted to retreat, but Qingluan grabbed his shoulders.

Those hands were like eagle claws, tightly encircling him, preventing him from moving.

Ning Zhe felt a little regretful in his heart. He knew that Qingluan was so sensitive, so he shouldn't have appeared in front of others.

It's just that in that case, it would be difficult to get close to Lin Feishuang.

Fortunately, he stayed behind, so he was not afraid.

All kinds of thoughts in Ning Zhe's mind went back and forth in a circle, but his body was still trembling.

Qingluan looked down at the black-clothed boy in front of him, "Are you taking it yourself, or are you alone helping you?"

The young man's thin body trembled violently, and anyone could see his helplessness.

He turned to look at Lin Feishuang with a begging look in his eyes, but Lin Feishuang shook his head at him.

The young man shook his feet, as if he had finally resigned to his fate, his whole body trembled, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Your Highness the Crown Prince will not trouble you to do it... Slave, slave will do it yourself..."

With trembling hands, he grasped the curtain above his head with white fingers, and tore it off.

Everyone's pupils shrank suddenly, and they all took a breath.

Qingluan let go of him, and took a slight step back.

Ning Zhe closed his eyes, and a tear flowed from the corner of his eyes, "His Royal Highness... Are you satisfied..."

I saw the young man in front of him, his face was densely packed with the word "slave" engraved in different sizes, it was all black and blue, making it difficult to see his face clearly.

The most conspicuous "slave" is from the forehead to the mandible, extending to the ears on both sides, every stroke is deep to the bone, the flesh and blood are turned out, and it is extremely ferocious.

Lin Feishuang's eyes showed a little surprise, but he quickly figured it out, and explained in empty words: "Your Highness, forgive me, before this slave was bought by the servants, he was a lowly slave in the Goulan courtyard, who contradicted the nobles. He was punished with a death penalty and asked his subordinates to pick it up.

If His Highness is interested in him, the subordinates will send him to His Highness, and it is up to His Highness to decide whether to fight or kill him. "

The young man probably knew that he was doomed, and there was a look of despair and death in his eyes.

Qingluan met his eyes, and felt a sudden pain in his heart for some reason, "You..."

Ning Zhe shrank back severely as if frightened.

Qingluan frowned, "Forget it, you go down."

Ning Zhe hurriedly turned and fled.

Before running down the altar, he turned his head and glanced at Lin Feishuang, with a triumphant smile in his eyes.

Lin Feishuang raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch, which disappeared in a flash.

He turned his head to look at Qingluan who seemed to be in a daze, "His Highness, please wait a moment, the servant is ready to perform the spell."

.....

Lin Feishuang had already started performing the spell.

Ning Zhe turned his head and glanced at the altar, which was lit up with red light all over the sky. Hidden behind the tree, he touched his face.

He is not afraid of Qingluan's inspection, because this face is real.

It is not easy to heal a festering face, but it is easy to ruin a face.

The corners of Ning Zhe's lips were slightly curved, and he put on the curtain again. With a flash of his figure, he arrived at the burial place.

Ning Zhe jumped down the well, because Lin Feishuang was casting spells and could not supply witch power, and the restrictions here were much weaker.

A withered man dressed in black sat quietly in the middle of the dark room, holding a swaying and glowing snow lotus in his arms, and a pool of dark red blood lay under him.

Black clothes and white bones, holy flowers in the blood pool, the ultimate blend of the two extremes is quite shocking and beautiful.

However, the only bystander didn't care about this at all.

Ning Zhe glanced blankly, then cast a spell to wrap himself, tiptoed, and flew across the pool of blood.

He walked up to the bones, squatted down beside him, and stretched out his hand to pull the Shinto lotus in the hands of the bones.

However, no matter how hard he exerted, the bone's forest white fingertips were always tightly pinching the Shinto lotus, and he would not let go no matter what.

Previously, he was afraid that the restriction here would be violated, and the bones and Shinto lotus would be wiped out, so he didn't do it until now.

Unexpectedly, the original biggest obstacle was not the restriction, but the bones.

The bones that can appear in the place where the witch lord is buried are naturally the witch lord.

It is rumored in the world that the witch master was seriously injured in the battle with the God of God, so he died within a hundred years after the God of God fell.

But now looking at the integrity of the bones and the pool of blood under his body, Ning Zhe knows that the witch master must have bled to death.

Who can make a person standing at the top of the world shed blood?

Only himself.

The shaman hanged himself here, and with a Shinto lotus, he disappeared into the world without a sound.

Ning Zhe didn't know why he did this, but it had nothing to do with his mission.

He glanced at the eerie white bones, and said calmly: "If you don't let go, I will break your hand."

Bone naturally wouldn't react.

Ning Zhe was just warning him, after all, he didn't want to be entangled by some lonely ghost again.

He stretched out his hand, grasped the bone with his soft little hand and tightly pinched the phalanx of Shinto Lotus, trying to break it off forcefully.

Suddenly, before Ning Zhe had time to use force, there was only a "click" sound, and the finger bone loosened by itself.

The Shinto lotus floated in the air, and was sent to Ning Zhe by an unknown force.

There was something strange in Ning Zhe's eyes, and he couldn't help looking up at the bones, "You understand? Then if I say...do you want one of your remains?"

The remains do not refer to an ordinary white bone.

It stores all the residual power of a person after death, and is a jade bone condensed from all the white bones.

Usually only people with peak powers like witch lords and gods can give birth to such things as bones.

The power contained in the bones is extremely huge. If you get the bones, it is not impossible to dominate the world.

Ning Zhe got the Shinto lotus, the next step is to refine the bones of the witch master and take away the remains.

It's just that in this way, the time is even tighter, not to mention that in order to refine the remains, his divine power will definitely be damaged. If Lin Feishuang finds out, it will not be easy for him to escape. .

Just as Ning Zhe was thinking about it, he suddenly saw the black-clothed bone in front of him and started to move by himself.

Could it be that there really are some lonely ghosts! ?

Ning Zhe's eyes widened, he took a step back, and stared at the remains of the Witch Master vigilantly, speechless.