929 at dusk

the crap, Xiao Qiao, I believe you're innocent. That Zhang guy's eyes when he looked at you were so creepy, he's definitely not a good person. Maybe he's actually mentally ill and that's why he did t...After being ravaged by fire, all that remained was soot, with streaks of dried blood visible. This indicated that someone or something wounded had been here.

Mu Wanchen furrowed his brows and said in a low voice, "The passage here has been sealed. We once suspected that it led to the secret place of the corpse refiners, but the excavation was time-consuming and laborious, and the corpse refiners had already been eradicated. We didn't investigate further, only designating it as a forbidden area. Could someone have come here recently and wanted to open the passage"

I blinked. Extinction

"Mu... Mu Wanchen, didn't you once save some zombie children And the Dragon King has lived in the Dharma Gate for so long, he should know a lot about the secrets of zombies... shouldn't he There must be an inside man!" I quickly thought of this possibility.

I'm sure Mu Wanchen would have thought of it too.

Little You’s chubby little hands formed a hand gesture to borrow Qi from the Sun God, then mumbled a spell with utmost seriousness.

Sunlight streamed in, scattering much of the darkness from the dilapidated room with its stone base.

Younan's eyes held a childishly proud expression. I patted his head and praised, "You're amazing, little Emperor."

He heard me call him Little Emperor, and immediately said humbly, "I am still young and dare not take on the title of Father. Senior Sister, please don't tease me."

I secretly glanced at Mu Wanchen, and the hand he had half-hidden in his sleeve retracted.

Just now, it should be him who used the "Riju Jue." He is truly doting on this little junior brother.

In places where the aura is chaotic, yin and yang are usually mixed. This abnormal darkness also made Mu Wanchen vigilant. He led a team down to investigate the tunnel, while I, Younan, Xiaonie, and six guards waited on the overgrown patch of grass in front of the gate.

"Younan, have you ever seen a ghost" I chatted with my younger brother casually.

Younan looked at me strangely: "Does a ghost messenger count as a ghost"

"...I'm talking about really fierce ghosts, the kind that want to harm you." The image of the red-cloaked ghost popped into my mind.

Yu Nan tilted her head and pondered for a moment, then shook her head and said, "I'm afraid there are few ghosts in the world who are so blind…"

That's also right.

"Senior Sister, have you ever seen it" Yunan asked with a smile.

I nodded, I've seen it more than once or twice, and it wasn't even a ghost. Chúlíng has also used ghosts to scare me before.

“The Wu clan also knows how to ward off ghosts and refine souls. You'll get used to it later. Practicing the Dao with Senior Brother Mu will help you progress quickly, he's very good at teaching people.” Yunan spoke highly of Mu Wanchen.

In just a few minutes, Mu Wanchen returned from the underground passage with his men.

“The blocked passage had been opened up a small hole, probably by snakes or rats, and has been resealed. I'll send someone to check it thoroughly later. Come on, let's set up the barrier first and stabilize this temporary portal…” He patted the dust off his gloves.

He took off his gloves and then came over to pull me along. He held my hand with one hand and hugged Xiaoyou Nan with the other. This feeling was very warm. Although we were walking in the mountains, it felt like a stroll in the park.

After I became friends with Younan, he was no longer as guarded and aloof as he was at first. When he followed Mu Wanchen, he felt like a junior disciple trailing behind his senior brother.

Perhaps the peaceful life in Nanshan finds children boring. They are descendants of gods, naturally free-spirited and unwilling to be restrained. However, a soft-spoken yet caring mother constantly pampers them.

That's why Xiaoyou Nan liked the rebellious celestial being, Jie Du Xing Jun, so much. She yearned to be like him, free and able to go wherever she pleased.

After securing the legal foundation, Mu Wanchen and I sent Xiaoyou Nan back to Nanshan to her junior aunt. The junior aunt winked at me secretly: I'll go steal a peek at your ceremony tonight, don't be afraid, I'm here.

Nice, little wife.

I secretly made a heart shape with my hand towards my little wife.

As soon as we stepped out of the south mountain gate, Mu Wanchen reached out and lifted me up, asking in a low voice, "Are you tired"

"Not tired... I'm not that delicate, am I!"

"Humph…" he chuckled softly, "I'm afraid you'll get tired walking the mountain path."

I wrapped my arms around his neck, resting my chin on his shoulder and raising an eyebrow. "You always act like I'm fragile. I can run far by myself."

"Well, you are quite capable. To make it here all by yourself." Mu Wanchen snorted.

Humph, I want to hum too. How do I know that after all the twists and turns, I'll end up on your turf

"Yin Luo," he said softly, his warm breath brushing her cheek.

"You don't need to be afraid that I'll bully you. After the ceremony, you will be my only wife, and I will respect and love you, allowing you to bully me."

Oh... I can't stand his deep, velvety voice saying these things.

With his hot cheek pressed against my neck, I murmured, “Save those words for the wedding day. It'll be more romantic that way.”

"Well, it'll make you feel ceremonial." Mu Wanchen rubbed his cheek against mine.

He is soothing my unease.

I'm really puzzled why a sacrificial ceremony was held so late at night. I only know that people wear black and go to funerals in the middle of the night, but it's actually a pre-wedding ritual

This feeling suddenly changed when I saw Mu Wanchen changing clothes.

He meticulously straightened his collar, with flowing wide sleeves and a stately skirt. He even removed the mask he almost never took off.

Solemnity was the keynote of ancient weddings, he treated every detail with utmost seriousness, shouldn't I also try to be more meticulous

"Still agonizing over the color of your clothes" he looked at me and smiled. "I told you it's a memorial service, no one would wear a bright red dress to pay respects."

"Black is the most solemn color. Don't be influenced by the negative connotations imposed by later generations. When performing rituals, one should approach with the utmost solemnity to express respect to ancestors."

"Alright, alright, I'll put it on..." I couldn't stand his persistent explanation, so I had to grit my teeth and shake off my clothes.

These clothes are very finely made, the embroidery is all done by hand stitch by stitch, and they feel comfortable to wear.

"What will we be doing for the sacrifice tonight" I asked.

"I'll be taking you with me, just stay close to me... Remember not to leave my side."

Huh

I was taken aback. His words were low and seemed to hold a deeper meaning.

Should I keep him within reach, or should I let go

As night fell, the ancient music drifted from beside Yacha City, its sounds as graceful as the wind. Stars twinkled like fireflies on both sides of the city.

The lights were as bright as day.

Light and airy music gradually awakened the night. I stood on the platform, looking down, and saw that many ships had gathered on the river surface at some point.

The flags on the boats were fluttering, each with a different totem, they must have been tribes who came from all over.

"Yin Luo." Mu Wanchen stood at the entrance of the stone corridor and called me from afar.

I turned back to look at him. He wore a dark robe and no mask.

Brows like paintings, eyes like stars, reflecting a strange and deep gloom under the firelight.

"My Queen, it is time to move to the altar."d a weak smile.My brother pulled me beside him and chuckled, "Uncle Zhong encountered a rather amusing predicament. He came to us for help."Fun little troublesI looked at Boss Zhong in confusion, and...