- Afang Palace. When I walked out of the depths of Afang Palace, it was already the end of the night, and the sunrise was clear. Bian Que looked up at the bright light shining through the clouds, squinting his eyes, and his gray face was still as desolate and lifeless as ever.

After a few days under the kilometer formation, he finally came up, Ling Chi, he didn't need to bother anymore. Maybe it's time to rest assured, yes or no, success or not, it's time for this. "It's time to end after all...... Bian Que said to himself, wrapping the black scarf around his face with his hand.

The morning mist was still wafting, like the coolness of the rain caressing him, seeping into his pale black hair and making him feel fresh and cold. The morning mist on the black ground was very large, but Bian Que knew it for the first time, and he slowly stretched out his hand and let the morning mist flow over his slender fingers. He was touching the invisible milky white in the air, but he couldn't touch anything, as if the fog was just an ethereal, like his life, without substance.

But he still stretched out his hand, and after a long time, there was a subtle feeling between his fingers, and he moved his fingers slightly, and there was more expectation in his gray pupils. Then he rubbed his fingers, only to find that it was just the mist that condensed into water droplets between his fingers, moistening him and drying him so Bian Que withdrew his hand and stared lightly in the misty mist. Gradually, the morning mist began to dissipate, and behind Bian Que, the outline of Afang Palace was faintly revealed, the huge structure, the majestic design, made people feel humble at a glance, and they wanted to surrender when they approached, although it was actually just an empty shell. In order to cover up the purpose and the truth, this so-called "Afang Palace" has carried too much resentment and condensed too much hatred. No matter how fate changes, for the future human history, "Afang Palace" will eventually become a name that will be scolded and rejected by countless people. Maybe one day, a later monarch will actually work hard to build this project, but it will definitely change its name. Just like Ying Zheng's choice of himself, Afang Palace was also destined for a mission by fate. But Bian Que and they don't care about this matter anymore, because the meaning of this so-called Afang Palace, to them, is only that.

On the contrary, it is also the existence of history imprinted by fate, this black land located in Afang Palace, but it seems much more silent and calm. The black trees, the black rocks, the black birds and beasts, the black earth, and even the sky are always shrouded in black thick clouds, and everything is the black of death like ashes, as if born to herald the end and the ultimate. But the black ground is quiet here, but few people pay special attention to its extreme, as if all this is a natural reproduction, an unexpected joke. But Bian Que is different, he knows this black land, not only because he has practiced ancient magic and knows the origin of the black land. More, just a feeling. Bian Que likes Heidi very much, there is a temperament that is very suitable for him, and he even thinks that this will be an ideal place for him to be buried. But it's too early to say whether he dies or not, after all, he has survived for so long no matter what. And now, he has one more important thing to do. Bian Que raised his gaze looking down at the earth, looking at the dense black jungle in the distance, he secretly calculated in his heart, and felt that the time was almost up. So when the sunlight finally tried to draw beautiful light and shadow through the thick black clouds and in the dark and lonely trees, Bian Que knitted a scarf through the gauze and said lightly. "I'm not good at picking up customers, so since I'm coming from afar, I don't have to delay."

The voice without any emotion came out of his mouth, like a light feather, gently drifting down in the cold wind. But there was no cold wind, no feathers, just the deathly silence of the black ground, and the slow sound of feet and claws in the jungle. In the black jungle, a beast-like figure slowly stepped out, and it cautiously and calmly walked in the direction of Afang Palace, which was regarded as responding to Bian Que's words. The beast walked out of the jungle and stopped a hundred paces away from Bian Que, carefully leaving a relatively safe distance to confront. At this time, without the various black covers of the branches and leaves of the forest, I could see the appearance of the beast clearly. It was a big wolf with a body length of three meters, covered with dense gray hair, four strong claws, and bright eyes - it was a gray-haired wolf, two gray! Of course, it's not just Ergray, on Ergray's plush back, there is naturally a man in a silk trench coat. Zhang Liang raised his bright and deep gaze and stared at the slender figure standing outside the Afang Palace from afar. After several days of traveling, he and Ergray finally arrived at the Black Field.

In fact, Zhang Liang and Er Gray have been here for a while, but the time is not right, so they have been lurking in the black jungle, investigating the situation of Afang Palace, until Bian Que sent out a greeting, they had to walk out of the forest and appeared. "I heard Arthur and Zhong Wuyan say that there is a demon mage with extraordinary temperament in Xiang Yu and Liu Bang's camp...... It should be Your Excellency, right? Bian Que looked at the restrained silver-haired man in front of him with a cold and godless gaze. Looking at him in a neat silk trench coat and holding a heavy ancient sheepskin book, he looked like a rigorous image of a wise man. It's just that he is riding on a gray-haired wolf, which is slightly inconsistent with human temperament. But it is also easy to understand, in a hurry, naturally informal. "Under the name Zhang Liang, the word room." Zhang Liang looked at Bian Que's gray face wrapped in a black scarf, and asked in a deep voice. "Then your Excellency should be ......"

"Bian Que." Bian Que replied succinctly, without any superfluous embellishments. And after Zhang Liang heard Bian Que's answer, his heart sank unnaturally, sure enough, is this person in front of him the rumored Bian Que. Xu Fu's apprentice, who is the imperial physician of the court, a cronie in the Yingzheng Pavilion, and a genius who has practiced the three magic ways of medicine and ghost ancient arts, is this the person in front of him? Zhang Liang then looked at it - he stood quietly on the black ground with his hands behind his back, carrying a grimace medicine box on his shoulder, wearing a light shirt, his cheeks and mouth were hidden in a scarf, and his black hair was mixed with a pale strand, and the image and temperament of the whole person were a little weird and gloomy, which made people have an indescribable impression.

"Looks like you've been waiting for me for a long time." Zhang Liang looked at Bian Que's calm and strange appearance, and asked tentatively. "Not long after, I just came out of the ground." Bian Que still said succinctly. When he heard his words, Zhang Liang's eyes trembled in surprise slightly, he was surprised that Bian Que had so calmly mentioned to him the secrets under Afang Palace, could it be that he had already seen that they already knew Afang.

(End of chapter)