Ryan's Resilient Heart in Troubled Times Chapter 1

"The origin of the story sounds ridiculous..."

In the wilderness, on a full-moon night, a faint sigh came from an ancient temple that had been deserted for a long time.

The autumn wind whistled through the cracks in the wall and the window frames. The short white candles swayed left and right. Even the oldest man here couldn't tell how many years the small temple had been abandoned. Tonight, there were many dark shadows.

Pointed beak, long ears, thick tail, strange pupils that are not as bright as those of ordinary people, purple-black sharp nails with blood stains... The shadow projected on the wall was elongated by the flickering candlelight, and the mountain god, whose face was blurred by years of dust, had his eyes wide open. In an instant, surrounded by hideous faces, even the cold moonlight was filled with a sinister aura, and it was hard to tell whether it was a ghost or a god.

"This has to start with the Emperor of Heaven in the Lingxiao Palace..." In the flickering candlelight, the man in white, half lying under the statue, raised his head slightly, his gray eyes reflected a dark cloud on the horizon, and his red lips curled up in a mocking smile. Surrounded by ghosts, this face, as delicately drawn as a woman's, made people feel a chill in their hearts.

The wind rises, the moon disappears, in the deserted temple, a beautiful ghost who is good at painting a beautiful skin tells a little-known legend:

It is said that a long time ago, at that time, the founding emperor of today's royal family was still nowhere to be found, and the former emperor of the True Dragon Kingdom was just a hunter running around in the mountains. In the heavenly palace, the amorous Emperor of Heaven and Chang'e had a secret meeting in Guanghan Palace. When they were passionately entangled, they heard the sound of drums and music, and it was the Queen of Heaven coming in a menacing manner. The Emperor of Heaven was shocked, and in panic, he did not care about the majesty of the emperor, turned around and turned into the appearance of a jade rabbit, got out of the window and jumped down to the mortal world.

It was destined that the hunter would become rich. The Jade Rabbit transformed by the Emperor of Heaven happened to fall into his trap, and in his haste, a bamboo stick pierced his leg. He wanted to cast a spell to escape, but was afraid that the Queen of Heaven would find out, so he was in a dilemma.

The hunter who had been trapped in the vast forest for half his life was stunned to see a field of fairy grass growing wherever the rabbit's blood passed.

There are many different opinions about what happened next. Some say that it was the Emperor of Heaven repaying the hunter for saving him; others say that it was the Emperor of Heaven who was grateful for the hunter's kindness.

The white-clothed ghost in front of the statue narrowed her eyes, and her mocking expression became more obvious: "It was the hunter who coerced the Emperor of Heaven."

During the stalemate, the Emperor of Heaven saw that the sky was full of clouds and the Queen of Heaven would come looking for him in a moment. He had no choice but to beg for mercy: "If you let me go, I will give you a heavy reward tomorrow."

The hunter was poor but not stupid. He knew that the rabbit was no ordinary creature. He also thought of all the rumors about fairies and monsters. He couldn't help but be greedy. What should he ask for from the fairy? A house full of gold and silver? A beautiful wife? Immortality? Who in the world enjoys wealth and power?

emperor.

The Emperor of Heaven could not have expected that this little hunter could be so greedy, and he flatly refused.

At this time, the hunter was not in a hurry: "Then... I won't let you go." After years of fighting with wild beasts in the mountains, he also has his own cunning.

"Tsk, that's why they say that a dragon swimming in shallow water is caught in a cage, and the Emperor of Heaven is just a rabbit under the hunter's knife." The white-clothed ghost said. There was a burst of ghost laughter from the seat.

The greedy hunter was too shrewd to be consistent with his simple appearance: "Not only do I want to be the emperor, but I also want my descendants to be emperors."

He said that he wanted to be an emperor in a peaceful and prosperous era, with no neighbors watching him closely, no treacherous people plotting against him, no floods in the south, no droughts in the north, good weather and good harvests, and the four seas united. He also wanted his descendants to be prosperous, the incense to last for a long time, and the throne of the Chu family to rise and fall from generation to generation for a hundred years.

What an insatiable nameless hunter! He shocked the Emperor of Heaven into speechlessness.

"What happened later?" A little ghost crawled out from among the ghosts, tilting his big head and asking curiously.

"Later..." The ghost glanced at him, then looked up at the dark night sky, chuckled and said, "Didn't the previous dynasty use Chu as its name?"

The Emperor of Heaven, who was so shocked by the Queen of Heaven that he had nowhere to hide, finally agreed to the humiliation. Afterwards, the world was in chaos, and the Chu family won battle after battle as if assisted by God. As a commoner, they jumped out from among the princes and ruled the world.

"Heh... There's actually such a thing..." The ghosts were talking, "Sang Mo, are you making up a story to fool us?"

The ghost named Sang Mo did not refute, but turned his head slightly, his carefully painted face quietly hidden behind the candlelight. After the discussion stopped, he continued: "The hunter did enjoy a life of luxury, but it was a pity that he died miserably."

The slowly drifting dark clouds completely covered the full moon, and there was no star in the sky. The ghost's mood suddenly improved, and a sinister smile bloomed on his lips: "He died of a violent heart."

The greed is so great that even the heart cannot contain it, so one can only let the desire burst the heart.

"Do you think the Emperor of Heaven will be willing to swallow this humiliation?" Sang Mo was about to speak after glancing at the ghosts.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew up, with flying sand and rocks, like the howling of evil spirits. The dilapidated temple door was blown "pa pa" and the cold wind brought the coldness of the water of the River of Oblivion straight into the heart. The chest was heaving violently, and it was getting harder and harder to breathe. Something in the throat wanted to jump out, oppressing the ghosts with evil eyes and trembling uncontrollably.

The sudden darkness slowly bloomed with color, red, the bright red splashed when the silver blade pierced the flesh. It was not until it touched the cheek that I realized that it was a flower petal from the other side.

"Ah---" Someone figured out what this flower meant, screamed, and quickly disappeared into the darkness.

The screams continued, and the ghosts fled one after another. Soon, only the S3xy ghost Sang Mo was left in the temple: "It turned out to be you."

Something flashed in his grey eyes. Sang Mo shook his head and slowly finished the story facing the endless darkness: "The Emperor of Heaven naturally couldn't swallow this. In the end, a demon star fell from the sky and destroyed the Chu family."
 
The wind gradually died down, and the dark clouds that had blocked the bright moon finally dissipated. The inky darkness inexplicably faded away like the sudden strange wind, and everything seemed as if nothing had happened.

With a long sigh, the beautiful ghost stood up, brushed off the dust on his clothes, and disappeared outside the ruined temple.

There is a mansion in the north of the city, which is said to have been the residence of a prince of the previous dynasty. However, for some reason, since the fall of the previous dynasty, no one has lived here, and it has been abandoned over the years. People privately spread that this place is haunted. At night, someone saw a pale ghost in white clothes wandering here, holding half a bleeding finger in its blood-red mouth.

The people inside seemed to be accustomed to Sang Mo's hiding during the day and coming out at night. The door was half-open, and faint low voices of conversation could be heard.

The sound of the door opening startled two people who were having an intimate conversation in the hall. One of them saw that it was Sang Mo and rushed out: "You are finally back!"

It turned out to be a young man dressed like a scholar. He was not very good-looking, but rather had a simple and dull look between his eyebrows. "There was a strong wind just now, and I was worried that something might have happened to you on the road!" As he spoke, he hurriedly looked around Sang Mo to check on him.

Sang Mo let him busy himself, glanced at the other person in the hall, and asked, "Nanfeng, are there guests at home?"

After saying this, she followed the scholar's lead and walked into the room. When she turned around, she lifted up her long sleeves and quietly brushed away the red petals on the threshold.

"Oh, yes, he is a scholar who came here to study." The two entered the house, and Nanfeng hurriedly introduced, "This is Brother Kong Hua, a native of Beijing. All the inns in the city are full, and it happened that there was a strong wind when he passed by here, so he wanted to stay here for a night. Cousin, isn't it a coincidence that he has the same surname as me, Chu!"

The man was dressed in black, with long brows, black eyes, black hair, and even his crown was jet black. His long hair fell on his shoulders, entangled with the dark patterns on his clothes. As he moved, he looked spooky: "I passed by your precious place and happened to encounter a strong wind. Sorry to bother you."

His voice was slightly deep, as if there was a secret hidden between his words that only they could understand. He raised his head and smiled at Sang Mo, his sharp eyes seemed to penetrate the thick white powder on his face and see his true pale face.

"This is my cousin Sang Mo. To be honest, my cousin has been taking care of me since I was young." Nanfeng stood between the two of them enthusiastically to resolve the awkwardness.

The visitor in black cooperated by bending slightly and bowing, his handsome face showing half gloom and half pity.

"Nanfeng, go pour tea for the guests." Sang Mo said in a low voice, lowering his eyes to avoid the visitor's cold gaze.

The hospitable and innocent scholar hurriedly took the order and left. After a while, the clinking sound of tea bowls colliding with each other could be heard when people were rummaging through boxes and cabinets.

Still so reckless. Sang Mo finally had a smile on his face. The ill-intentioned guest had already calmly sat back in his seat.

then---

"Greetings, my Lord."

Kong Hua, the Lord of the Underworld with a spooky aura, has a name that seems to be otherworldly. The blood-red red spider lily is his symbol. Wherever the Lord of the Underworld passes by, hundreds of ghosts are terrified.

"S3xy ghost?" It's quite interesting that the most shameless S3xy ghost in the ghost world is in the same room with the dull and honest scholar. Kong Hua's tone was playful.

"Yes." Sang Mo nodded meekly. He heard the other person's footsteps gradually moving towards the back of the hall, and then, there was a "pa---" sound, probably a tea bowl fell to the ground. Nan Feng hurriedly apologized, and the man laughed softly.

Little by little, the ghost who had been kneeling on the ground raised her head, and a blatantly mocking smile bloomed on her carefully drawn face.

In the distance, the sound of a flute was heard.

"People have always felt sad and lonely in autumn, but I say autumn is better than spring." Nan Feng lowered his head and chanted as he walked. Then he turned around and laughed, "I am stupid and ignorant. I can only use the things of my predecessors to fool Brother Kong Hua."

The two people in the room seemed to have endless things to talk about. They gathered together all day to discuss poetry, philosophy, reading and calligraphy. Nanfeng was honest and straightforward, and lived with Sang Mo in a haunted house that everyone avoided. He rarely made friends with people of the same age. This Konghua young man from the capital was not only knowledgeable, but also kind in his words. His appearance made Nanfeng feel excited that he had met him too late.

Outside the house, Sang Mo was holding a few walnuts in his hand, leaning lazily against the window, taking in the two people's expressions.

Two days ago, Nanfeng came to him and stammered that he wanted to keep the guests for a long time.

Idiot, while saying "Cousin, please make a decision", his timid eyes were clearly filled with reluctance. Sang Mo didn't even raise his eyelids, and trimmed his long nails: "It's up to you."

Looking at Nanfeng's cheerful back, I sneered in my heart. If you don't keep him, he will find an excuse to stay.

Sure enough, the distinguished guest put away all the cruelty and coldness on his face, and started to make friends with the young scholar from the mortal world with a smile on his face.

"Are you a local?"

"Yes! I have lived here since I was born."

"With my cousin?"

“Ah, yeah!”
 
Kong Hua turned his head to look at the figure outside the window. At the same time, the S3xy ghost turned his eyes away and cracked the walnut in his hand with a "snap".

Nan Feng followed his gaze and saw Sang Mo outside the window, and hurriedly explained: "In order to support my studies, my cousin once joined a troupe as an actor. I am afraid his words and deeds may be different from others... In fact, he has a kind heart and serves me... It is the best thing for him."

Kong Hua nodded after hearing this and changed the subject: "I heard about a strange thing on the way here. I am very curious. Do you know about it?"

Nan Feng asked curiously, "What's the matter?"

"Ah... I am just hearsay." Kong Hua stopped writing, frowned and thought for a moment, then said, "I heard from an old tea seller that five nights ago, a red light shot up into the sky from the city. Maybe a treasure appeared?"

"Oh?" Nanfeng widened his eyes in disbelief.

Kong Hua turned his gaze towards the window and smiled: "It is said that the place where the red light is emitted is near your house."

The person outside the window peeled the last walnut, clapped his hands, and scattered the broken shells all over the floor: "Oh, it turns out that Master Konghua is not here to study, he has other intentions."

Kong Hua just smiled without saying anything, lowered his head and continued to write a piece of calligraphy. He held the pen very high, with three fingers slightly together, wrist suspended in the air, and the pen moved in a leisurely and relaxed manner, with a majestic demeanor between opening and closing.

Sang Mo looked out for a while and left silently. Kong Hua still had a smile on his face, his eyes sparkling, and he had it all figured out. Only the confused Nan Feng was still racking his brains to think: "Five days ago? No, where did the red light come from? Maybe I slept too deeply? Let's go ask my cousin later."

It was a dark night and there was complete silence all around.

A shadow quietly floated out of the abandoned palace, and in a moment, another shadow followed behind him. The person in front seemed to be in a hurry to get on the road. He shuttled and leaped in the mottled shadows of the trees, his wide white robe fluttering in the wind, and his long black hair flying in the sky.

The destination was a dilapidated temple, with a faint firelight and a strong smell of alcohol pouring out from the window. A dark shadow followed and stuck to the door, and saw a man in his twenties sitting inside.

The man was not ugly, he was wearing a silk brocade robe, with a crown inlaid with a piece of emerald green jade, his features were distinct and he was very graceful, but his eyes were darting around, embedded in his face which was red from the alcohol, making him look a bit vulgar and obscene.

"In this long night, I wonder how you will relieve your loneliness?" A man appeared beside the fire. He was wearing a white robe and had black hair flowing down like brocade. Perhaps because he was walking too fast, his tone was unstable and he was panting a little while speaking.

The man who was drinking looked at him in surprise as he approached him. The alcohol was rising up, and under the bright red firelight, the bright face made his breathing unstable: "What do you think?"

The visitor calmly stood in front of the fire, her beautiful eyes looking around: "Are you attracted to the young lady from Mr. Zhang's family?"

"You know me?" Another surprise.

"Haha, I also know that you are going to Miss Zhang's boudoir tonight." He smiled like a flower and slowly opened his collar. "But, what do you think of me compared to Miss Zhang?"

The robe fell to the ground instantly, and the snow-white body looked like a beautiful jade in the firelight. The man's bloodshot eyes widened, and he couldn't help but look at his naked body, the red nipples, the flat belly, and the body lying quietly between his legs... The breeze blowing into the room lifted his waterfall-like black hair, the firelight trembled, he stroked the nipples with his fingertips, panted lightly, and smiled more charmingly, as if inviting.

"Have you seen enough?" The beautiful face that was indistinguishable as male or female came closer and closer. Only then could I see clearly that he actually had a pair of gray eyes. Once you looked into them, you couldn't get out. They were as strange as a ghost. "Do you want to touch them and try?"

The flower thief who had seen all kinds of flowers had no time to think about it. His hand was caught and he licked along his fingertips with his tongue. His eyes were obedient and wanton. Gray eyes, red tongue, the man's mind was only filled with his charming face and snow-white body.

"I'm cold," he said. Her smooth body pressed tightly against his palm, her panting became sweeter, "Mmm... not enough." Her scarlet tongue licked her lips insatiably.

With a "boom", the smell of alcohol and lust rushed to his head. No matter where he came from! The flower thief woke up from a dream and pressed the person under him...

"Hmm... there... ah... it feels good..."

The gentle moans were heard outside the door without missing a word. Kong Hua looked through the half-open door and saw two bodies entwined like snakes in front of the angry statue.

"Um... I can't do it anymore... Um..."

The person being pressed took the initiative to kneel on the ground, stretched one hand back, and moved it along the waistline to between the two thighs. Intentionally or unintentionally, two fingers drew a circle outside the hole, slowly stretching the hole that had been shrinking with hunger for a long time: "I want..."

Her eyes were watery, and her lips were still stained with the turbid liquid ejaculated by the man. Her nipples were swollen from being kneaded, and her slender waist was twisting lasciviously due to the fingers going in and out. Kong Hua found that he was smiling at her, happily and seductively. That face was Sang Mo, the erotic ghost.

The man who had lost his mind couldn't wait to insert the hard object into his body...

Blood flew everywhere. The erotic ghost, who was still very excited just now, stood up expressionlessly and picked up the man's clothes to wipe off the blood stains on his body. In just a moment, the man who was ready to attack turned into a bloody mess on the ground. Blood was spilled everywhere. Sang Mo was dressed in white, not stained with a speck of dust, and there was an intact human skin in his hand.

A strong smell of blood hit him in the face. He stepped over the threshold and passed by Kong Hua: "What you want is not in my hands." He said in a lukewarm tone.

"Wipe your face clean." There was still a trace of it at the corner of his mouth.

The neatly dressed ghost snorted coldly and leaped into the night with his human skin.
 
The fire in the ruined temple was still burning, and Kong Hua walked in. The blood dripping on the ground seemed to have life and seeped into the ground, and in an instant, all traces disappeared.

The gloomy Hades sat where the two had just made love, closed his eyes, and the lustful face of the erotic ghost appeared in front of him. Under him, lust was surging.

Sang Mo hadn't gone out for seven days. Occasionally, some strange noises were heard from the room, but the timid Nanfeng was not surprised: "My cousin... maybe he has something important. If he needs our help, he will definitely tell us." He seemed to be used to it.

Kong Hua looked at him with a half-smile: "Don't be scared when he says it."

Let's not talk about how this scholar got together with a murderous and skinning ghost, but it was obvious that it was best for him to know nothing. The honest scholar did not notice that the little paper figurine that his cousin had thrown in the corner would jump out of the door at night, and bring back firewood, rice, oil and salt, and a few silver ingots. Otherwise, with the few copper coins he earned from selling calligraphy and paintings on the street, he would have been the same as his cousin. Of course, the slow-witted scholar did not notice that since the friend who liked to wear black clothes came on the windy night, there were always a few red-eyed black crows coming and going in the palace, so busy that they didn't even have time to stop and drink tea.

"You really take good care of my cousin."

On the eighth day, the jaded ghost opened the door. Kong Hua had been waiting in front of the door for a long time. "Okay."

The furnishings in Sang Mo's room were very simple and so clean that it didn't look like anyone lived there.

"It follows the previous style of the palace." Sang Mo said casually.

It seems that he is in a good mood today, and he didn't give him a cold look. Kong Hua stood in front of the other "person" in the room and looked at him carefully: "The Yan Gui's skin painting technique is really superb."

If you don't look carefully, you will never notice that the person in front of you is fake. The skin bag taken from the flower thief that night was filled with something, and it became a human figure again. The eyebrows, nose bridge, and mouth corners are still the face of the flower thief, but the expression is different. It is less obscene and vulgar, and more kind and gentle. At first glance, it seems like another person.

"who is he?"

Sang Mo did not answer, but took out a jade pendant from the cabinet and carefully tied it around the waist of the figure. Kong Hua could see clearly that the word "Chu" was carved into the center of the jade pendant.

"I heard that His Majesty the Lord of the Underworld came down to earth to experience trials three hundred years ago. I wonder if there is anything new and interesting about it?" The S3xy ghost's topic was very strange.

Kong Hua saw him taking the trouble to smooth out the creases on the statue's clothes: "I don't remember."

"You are a forgetful person."

A family in the suburbs of the city was getting married. On the small paths in the fields, the sound of trumpets and suonas attracted passers-by to look forward. Sang Mo stood on a high place and watched the red wedding procession winding forward. After all, they were a poor family and could not afford to hire a sedan chair. An old cow pulled a broken cart with colorful silk hanging on it as a wedding sedan chair. Even though the gongs and drums were beating loudly, the small wedding procession of three or four people still looked shabby.

I can't help but recall the time when the crown prince chose a Concub!ne. The royal family was overjoyed, and the people of the capital flocked to see the crown prince's beauty. The dowry alone stretched across three long streets, not to mention the phoenix chariot inlaid with gold and gems and the pomp of the officials who attended. It was so grand that it is still fresh in people's memory even today, hundreds of years later.

"Why did you choose such a shabby place? It's so windy!" A woman in palace dress came behind him. It was late autumn and early winter. She wore a light silk dress on her upper body and a willow flower skirt on her lower body. Her black hair was tied into a flying bun, and her face was a pair of smoke-like eyebrows. There was a peach blossom on her forehead, and a touch of thick red on her face.

Approaching Sang Mo, the visitor frowned coquettishly and covered his mouth and nose with his sleeves: "Hey, why is there such a strong smell of blood?"

"I pay my respects to the Empress Dowager Zhuangfei."

Sang Mo turned around and pretended to bow, but the woman called Zhuang Fei laughed and said, "What are you bowing to? That happened so many years ago! No need to bow!"

She was a happy woman who was loved by everyone in the palace of the previous dynasty. Among the three thousand beauties, Emperor Huai loved her alone, and the emperor's favor lasted for many years. Now she is a lonely ghost, the difference is as big as heaven and earth. Fortunately, she is open-minded: "Screw the gold emperor and the silver emperor, as long as I can find my Sanlang, I will follow him even if he is a beggar!"

Sang Mo sat down beside her: "Did you find it?"

"I can always find it!"

Perhaps there was a reason why Emperor Huai favored her so much. Sang Mo looked at her smiling face and couldn't help but curl his lips: "Take your time to look for her. Maybe he is waiting for you too."

The makeup Concub!ne didn't appreciate it. She turned around and pointed at Sang Mo's face and kept nagging: "Hey, you, you have such a good face, why did you paint it like this? You're neither male nor female, you look like a monster!"

"Isn't this what being a ghost is like?" Sang Mo answered evasively.

The woman's face wrinkled in grievance: "I treat you as my own brother, so I am nagging."

"I know, I know." Sang Mo smiled helplessly at her, his concern hidden in his words: "The Lord of the Underworld has recently come to the mortal world, you should just hide away."

I didn't know whether the woman behind him nodded or refused.

I still couldn't figure out what the ghost wanted to do with the portrait. Occasionally, when I passed by his room, I could always see him busy in front of the portrait. Combing his hair, wiping his face, or doing nothing but staring at him infatuatedly. The harsh-speaking ghost could stay quietly in the room for a whole day, looking sad.

"I am sorry for you..." The sigh couldn't be any softer.

Kong Hua was standing outside his room and happened to hear these words.
 
On this day, a ragged wandering Taoist priest came to the door. He was blind in one eye and had a sparse gray beard. He said, "There is an evil ghost haunting the house." His tone left no room for doubt.

Nan Feng was at a loss for what to do in front of this careless guest. Kong Hua bowed his hands and said respectfully: "I hope the Taoist priest can cast a spell to save me." After saying that, he looked back at Sang Mo.

The S3xy ghost who rarely appears in recent days leaned lazily on the chair, pouted her lips in disapproval, and said nothing.

The old Taoist priest started a ritual in the courtyard, mumbling in a mysterious way, and danced with his peach wood sword vigorously. At the end, he burned a cinnabar talisman, took a bowl of water, and sprinkled the ashes into it: "Gentlemen, just drink this bowl of talisman water given by Laojun, and you will be free from evil spirits and your home will be peaceful."

Kong Hua smiled and took out some silver from his sleeve and handed it to him: "Master, thank you for your hard work."

"My family is in trouble, how can I let Brother Konghua... um..." Nanfeng hurriedly stopped him. Before he could finish his words, Konghua took the magic water on the table with one hand, put his hand on his shoulder, and fed him half a bowl of magic water.

"Ahem...you..." Nanfeng was speechless again. The man put his arm around his shoulders and licked the water stains he left on the edge of the bowl with his tongue.

The young scholar's face turned red, and his cousin standing opposite him had his eyes half closed and looked indifferent, as if he saw nothing.

"There's still some left for Brother Sang." Kong Hua handed the bowl to Sang Mo with a smile on his face.

Half a bowl of talisman water was swaying in the bowl, so clear.

"You're welcome!" Sang Mo reached out to take it and drank it all in one gulp.

The calm Hades laughed even more happily: "When you are done, don't forget to wipe your mouth."

Sang Mo turned his head away from his outstretched hand: "You have to remember this too." His face, which was covered with heavy lead powder, remained calm.

Uncomfortable. The pain was indescribable, as if something was trying to drill out from the gaps between the bones, and something was gnawing at the limbs. My head was splitting, and my eyes were covered with dripping cold sweat, and I couldn't see anything clearly. I used all my strength to resist the pain all over my body so as not to scream out in shame, and I wanted to bite my teeth to pieces. With a "rip", the quilt was torn, and Sang Mo fell off the bed, and his sweaty back touched the cold bluestone floor.

"Huh..." He closed his eyes exhaustedly. The pain eased slightly, but then intensified again.

I heard footsteps beside my ears. I could imagine his face without opening my eyes. It must be the same as before, with a half gloom and a half pity on his handsome face.

"A mere wandering ghost actually needs my Lord to personally teach me a lesson. This is such a great favor." Sang Mo collapsed to the ground, letting the man stand beside him. With a little thought, he could figure out who had played tricks on the Taoist's talisman water. This Lord of the Underworld really didn't hold back.

Kneeling down, Kong Hua kindly brushed away the wet hair on his cheek. Even though he was sweating profusely from the pain, the ghost still covered his face tightly with white powder. He couldn't explain why he felt so disappointed.

"Heart-gnawing. It attacks regularly every month, and the pain increases with each attack. When it attacks, the pain is so unbearable that you want to dig out your heart and lungs and bite them. Don't worry, unless you commit suicide, you will be fine as long as you survive the attack tonight." The Hades' voice is always a little low, and it seems that you can still hear some gentleness and kindness from it. "Does it hurt?"

"What do you think?" Sang Mo suddenly opened his eyes and glared at him fiercely.

The smile in his dark eyes grew even brighter: "Since you still have the strength, let's get straight to the point. Where's Xing Tian?"

Shifu, in ancient times there was a sharp blade called Xingtian. Nuwa used the blood of the evil dragon in the East China Sea to open it, which could kill immortals. However, it seems that no one has ever seen it, and only knows that it is wandering in the mortal world. Until the middle of this month, a red light shot up to the sky here, shocking the three realms. The Lord of the Underworld Konghua followed the order of the Emperor of Heaven to come down to the mortal world, retrieve the magic weapon and return to the heaven, but unfortunately when he arrived here, Xingtian had already been taken by someone first.

"I told you, it's not in my hands." Sang Mo stabbed the sharp nails into his palm, but the pain only increased. He gritted his teeth and looked at the man in front of him, "If I had Xing Tian,   do you think you could still be alive?"

"I'm telling you to remember to wipe your mouth after you're done." The man didn't care about his denial and always spoke slowly, "You have the murderous aura of Xingtian."

"Whatever you think."

As the night deepened, Nanfeng's reading could no longer be heard, so he must have fallen asleep. Konghua flicked his finger, and a tiny light ignited in the candlestick.

Suddenly, Sang Mo turned over as if to hide something. Kong Hua noticed something was wrong and quickly reached out to turn his face. However, he saw that his eyes were closed, his face was flushed, and his skin, which was originally soaked with cold sweat, was very hot.

"You..." Looking back at the night sky outside the window, Kong Hua suddenly realized, "What a coincidence, the moon is dark tonight."

Fairies and ghosts often absorb the essence of the moon to improve their cultivation, so the end of each month is the time when their energy is the weakest. At this time, some kill people and suck their blood, while others seduce souls and spirits to replenish their energy. So for the voluptuous ghosts, the most desired thing is naturally... Someone with a high level of cultivation like Sang Mo may be able to control himself, but at this time, coupled with the effect of the heart-eating...

The fingers pinching Sang Mo's chin slowly moved down his neck. As he got closer, he could see the trembling eyelashes of Yan Gui. His palms were already touching his skin, which was exposed because his clothes were spread open. Kong Hua leaned down, face to face with Sang Mo, and whispered in his ear: "Who has Xing Tian?"

The proud ghost clenched his teeth, but his body began to tremble. His increasingly disordered breathing could be clearly heard, and he was obviously struggling to suppress it. "I said I sealed Xing Tian in Nanfeng's body, and I can get him by cutting him open. Do you believe it?"

"Nanfeng? Are you willing to do that?" He could see clearly these past few days that this S3xy ghost was protecting his fake cousin as if he were her life.

Sang Mo retorted unyieldingly: "You are the one who is reluctant, right?"

Kong Hua stopped talking and looked at his half-covered body. He saw red marks all over his originally fair body, as if he had been stabbed with a dagger. He opened his clothes completely and saw that in a short while, the red marks had covered his entire body. The ghost under him could no longer bear the torture of the gnawing heart and her own desires, and moans leaked out from between her teeth.
 
"Have you ever been tortured by flaying?" The answer was not important. Kong Hua lowered his head and licked the eye-catching red mark with the tip of his tongue. He immediately heard a rapid inhalation in his ear. "Who took Xing Tian away?" he asked in a soft and seductive tone.

"Well... take your hands away!" His hands were restrained, and the man's hands had quietly reached his lower body. Sang Mo shook his head to shake off the overwhelming lust, "What if... I exchange it for something else?"

"The previous Chu dynasty... Emperor Ling, had a total of four princes... Crown Prince Zezhao, the empress's legitimate son. Um... the second son, Prince of Wei, Zeming, was smart and capable, the third son, Prince of Qi, Zexin, was gentle and elegant, and the fourth son... the fourth son, Prince of Jin, Zeyun... had the same mother as the crown prince. When the empress was about to give birth, she saw... ha... a black unicorn descending from the sky and shooting straight into her belly... huh... this child killed his mother as soon as he was born, and everyone in the palace called it an ominous sign."

The person on his body stopped moving. Sang Mo let out a long sigh and looked directly at Kong Hua with his grey eyes: "And everyone in the three realms knows that the original form of you, the Lord of the Underworld, is the Black Kirin."

"go on."

"Antidote." The pain was still raging in his body. Sang Mo forced himself to stand up and look Kong Hua in the eye. His gray eyes were filled with hatred. "Give me the antidote, and I'll tell you."

"Help me find Xing Tian."

I don't know where he got a bowl of water from. Sang Mo drank it and the pain gradually subsided. Looking at Kong Hua who was standing with his arms crossed, Yan Gui maintained his sitting posture: "Your elder brother, Crown Prince Ze Zhao, is weak and sickly. No one knows how long he can last. As for you... Emperor Ling would rather not have a son like you. The throne will belong to either Prince Ze Ming of Wei or Prince Ze Xin of Qi."

"later?"

"Later, you poisoned your own brother and framed the King of Wei, then killed your father and seized the throne."

"Is that all?" Kong Hua squatted down, a look of pity on his face, "I forgot to tell you that the antidote can only be used once. What are you going to exchange for it next month?"

"I seem to have forgotten to tell you." Sang Mo turned his head to avoid his palm, stood up and put on his clothes, "The last person to ascend the throne was Qi Wang Zexin, also known as the king of the fallen Chu Huaidi."

The complacent Lord of the Underworld was obviously stunned for a moment. Sang Mo raised the corner of his mouth sarcastically: "You, King Zeyun of Jin, like your own third brother. Brotherly incest, how disgusting."