The innkeeper is dead.

As another string of tears slid down his cheeks, he held down the swordsman's sword and pounced on it.

In the end, the swordsman buried him.

"Do you have to die if you make a mistake?" I stood in the mass grave, looked at the swordsman's cold back and asked him.

"Death is relief for him, not salvation. He was obsessed with the woman's beauty and immersed in her pain, so when he lost her, his heart had already burst and he was no longer his. ”

"Is this mortal love?"

"No, he misunderstood love, which could have been pleasing to each other and to each other, but there is a certain number in all worlds. His love has gone bad. ”

I pondered the swordsman's words deeply, looking at the dream around me, and she looked at me, and we stood for a long ...... in front of the innkeeper's grave.

Finally, the swordsman packed his bags and left the inn.

Before leaving, he came to pay the rent I had paid for him, and I asked him where he was going, and he said that he was a swordsman, and his mission was to give up the small self to become the big one.

I looked at his departing back, and I couldn't take my eyes off it for a long time. I don't know his name yet......

The inn was completely empty, and the man cleaned the whole inn, and he said that he had repaid the innkeeper for his nurturing kindness, and he was going to find his parents. He knew we were waiting for the Psio convention to begin, so he left the inn key before leaving.

"Xiu, will he find his relatives?" Dream snuggled up in my arms, with a slight sadness in his voice.

"It should be."

"But the world is so big, where can he find it, if we don't expose the innkeeper, then he at least has someone to accompany him."

"He's going to die eventually, no matter what," I said, turning my head to look at the kind dream, and hugged her tighter in distress. Maybe she doesn't understand enough. I was fascinated by the steadfastness of possession, and as a result, I could feel the feeling of the innkeeper losing his lover.

What is alive is only a shell, and his heart is long dead.

"Xiu, we've all been deceived, you see!"

Dream and I were surprised, Xifeng was holding a portrait in his hand, there were three people on it, a man and a woman, a child, the woman was dressed in red, even her eyes were red, but how could that man be so similar to the guy?

"Where did you find that?"

"The innkeeper's room! And this, you see. "Xiu had a manuscript and the long-haired mask in his hand, and I took it and flipped through the contents, and the whole book, starting from the first page and ending on the last page, was almost all about the woman in red.

"Xiu, is this a note left by the innkeeper?"

"It turns out that the innkeeper's story is only half told!" I gazed at her and the stream wind, and now all the fog had lifted.

"The innkeeper concealed one thing, the woman came here because she was injured at the spiritual conference, so she stayed at the inn, gradually, the two secretly fell in love, and later became husband and wife, but the woman was not an ordinary person, gradually, her red eyes could not be hidden, as he said before he died, his father did not accept aliens. Besides, the woman was still waiting for the next psionic conference. In the relationship between the two, the innkeeper also knew some spiritual skills, but the good times did not last long, his father expelled her because he found out that the woman was of a different race, at that time she was pregnant, unable to use spiritual magic to resist, and it was time to give birth, the innkeeper secretly took her back to the inn, and hid in the cellar of the inn until she gave birth to a child. ”

"And what about his father? Haven't you found it all along? "Dream walked up to me and took my hand.

"Hehehe, the lifespan of the mortal world is only a few decades, and after several reprints, the innkeeper's father has long had gray hair, and soon turned into white bones."

"After that, they should be happy."

"That's right, after his father died, no one opposed them, and the family of three lived happily."

"Three? The innkeeper didn't mention the child before he died? Dream again raised her doubts.

"The combination of aliens and mortals will inevitably affect themselves, and after the woman gave birth to a child, she accelerated her aging, and by the time the child was nine years old, the woman could no longer hold on, her hair, face, and even spiritual magic ......."

"So she jumped into the well."

"No, Dream, she's not dead! The innkeeper loves her so much that he loves her deep into his bones, how can he be willing to let her die! He found a secret technique to use the spirits of living people to replenish her, especially women, and take all their hairs and graft her hair, for which he sacrificed his son, the fellow in the shop. He has always kept him by his side as an adoptive father and made him do things for his mother as a matter of course. ”

"What a deep city!"

"He was too shrewd to know that his actions were exposed, so he hanged himself in front of us, but the real murderer was someone else.

"The woman?"

"Yes, she'll be at the Psionic Convention."

I suddenly remembered the doorway that the innkeeper had been staring at before he died, and walked over to his place, which was the center of the street, would she be there......?

Closer and closer to the spiritual conference, there are fewer and fewer mortals, listening to the old man on the street, when the spiritual conference begins, all mortals will hide at home, and the spiritual conference is a competition between those spiritual masters, for fear of hurting mortals, so since a hundred years ago, on the day of the spiritual conference, it was stipulated that mortals were not allowed to go out.

It turns out that the spiritual conference is not what I imagined, when the glass palace, the spirit conference is a longing that I have been imagining, I have stood on the top of the glass palace countless times, imagining what kind of scene it should be. Now, I will soon meet, but I am afraid to see, the death of the innkeeper, the woman in red, makes me vaguely feel that this meeting is not just a competition of spiritual arts.

In this way, I, Dream, and Xifeng lived in the inn.

Finally, one morning, I woke up from a dream, and she said that today was the day of the start of the spiritual convention.

On this day, the mortal sun was particularly dazzling, and the bluestone streets were particularly translucent, and when we came out of the inn, there were no mortals on the street, which made the stall without the owner seem a little self-pitying.

I held Meng's hand tightly, Xifeng followed, and when we arrived at the center, there were already many alien races here, the red-haired demon clan I had seen before, and the strange-looking spirit beast ....... We found a spot not far away and waited for the conference to begin.

Towards noon, the sky suddenly changed color, and clouds continued to gather until the sun was completely obscured, and the smoke that came out of nowhere began to fill the ground. Suddenly, a large round ball popped out of the smoke and rolled into the center of the street, and a small figure flew out of it. His entire face was inky blue, with long ears, and smoke was coming out of the ball beneath him.

"Hahaha, it seems that this year's Spirit King is my Yahi's again," his voice was so ugly, and he laughed as if he had torn something.

"Yahi?" I looked at Xifeng, who told me that he was the southernmost of the Ethereal Continent, the Dark Spirits, who were dark all year round, did not see the light of day, and believed in the moon.

"I see!"

"Yahi, you are the king of spiritual arts, and no one dares to compare spiritual skills with you!" A red-haired demon flattered. It looked like Aki was familiar.

The others who came one after another said the same thing as the redhead, and Brookbreeze said that it was a way of voting for the other spirits without participating.

Sure enough, none of the people who came behind challenged him.

"Creek Wind."

"Huh? What's wrong? ”

"I want to try." I looked at Dream and Creek Breeze, trying to get recognition from their eyes.

"Repair, don't, it's too dangerous." Dream grabbed my arm in a hurry, and tears were about to fall.

"Xiu, you are the young master of the Liuli Palace, how can you participate in this?" The clear pupils of the stream wind became severe.

I knew he was worried about me, but my eyes were already on Aki. The closer I got to Ashie, the more I could feel his strength, an evil force seemed to suck the energy out of me, I turned my ring, conjured a long sword, Aki saw me coming, kept smiling, the sphere under me began to spin, I know, he also began to use spiritual magic, our bodies began to glow with a wall of light, and when I was about to approach him, the ball under him came at me, so I waved the long sword in my hand and slashed into the sky. Instantly, I felt an incomparably powerful force striking at me, and I took a few steps back, but Aki didn't move at all, and the laughter was even more terrible.

Just as he began to attack me, the stream wind suddenly stood in front of me, and I saw that his face was unusually cold, and his black wings were ready to attack.

"Hmph, another one." Aki looked at me and Brook with disdain, but the orb didn't give us a chance and lunged straight at us.

"Xiu, stay away."

I saw that the wings of the stream wind were shining with bursts of black light, and the hands were lit with fire, and the defense began to be against the sphere, it seemed that the strength of the stream wind was almost comparable to that of Nayahi, and I was glad to have such a good partner as the stream wind, and always put me first.

At the time of the spiritual light and fire spell, a woman in red slowly walked from the depths of the smoke, and with the strange singing, she got closer and closer to .......

"Mei Ling!" Aki's eyes widened as she watched the woman walk step by step.

"Aki, long time no see!" The woman's smile was charming and wicked.

I was amazed that she was the woman in the innkeeper's painting, his wife, and the man's mother. At this time, the stream wind retreated to my side, because Aki had already begun to fight the woman in red. The smoke grew thicker and thicker, enveloping both of them completely.

After a while, with a tearing laugh from Aki, the smoke gradually dispersed in the air, and everyone present, including us, was shocked.

Ahi died. He lay upright on the ground, his inky blue face was extremely terrifying, and his spiritual weapon, the huge sphere, had already broken into thousands of pieces .......

"Psychic King Mei Ling!" A nearby alien began shouting the name of the woman in red. Others chimed in.

Mei Ling chuckled, her long hair floating all the way to the ground......