- Xianyang Palace, the cabinet of the Imperial Palace.

Bai Qi left, went to the Wei Palace Domain, and woke up the corpse demon. Ying Zheng also left, to deal with his own business. In the silent basement, only Bian Que was left.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, his hands straight and backward, one down and the other in front of him, while a drop of dark red blood floated in his hands, bearing the tempering of the magic blue energy slowly released by Bian Que.

That was a drop of pure royal blood taken from Ying Zheng's body.

Bian Que agreed to Yingzheng and refined a blood purifying pill for him. The so-called Blood Purifying Pill actually doesn't need any other medicinal materials, just such a drop of Yingzheng's king's blood, and then Bian Que uses the power of the Demon Dao to refine it and evolve it into a pill.

It sounds like a simple matter, but in fact, it takes Bian Que fifteen days to slowly refine.

Bian Que's hands delicately controlled the fine medical demon path to refine on that drop of blood, but his eyes, dark blue eyes, were quietly staring at that drop of blood, losing his mind.

Bian Que found that he was increasingly unable to understand human behavior and motivations...... I don't understand Bai Qi, and I don't understand Yingzheng.

At this last moment, Ying Zheng finally chose to refine the Blood Purification Pill for Miyue, maybe it seems that he just paid a drop of blood and raised his hands, but in fact, for the more noble and extreme things, every drop has an important meaning, once lost, it is a sacrifice, and the consequences may even have an impact on the whole.

Bian Que's thinking angle is objective, calm, and so rational, but he himself can't figure out why he is willing to help Ying Zheng refine this blood purifying pill, and why would he be willing to spend fifteen days to help Ying Zheng refine this pill when this kind of Ling Chi is about to be smelted?

The more he thought about it, the more puzzled Bian Que became, and he suddenly felt that this question would become a knot in his heart.

- Bai Qi stood outside the dusty confinement room, there was no second person around except him, the huge Wei Palace was empty and desolate, and even the air was terrifyingly quiet.

There was a key in the keyhole, and the golden pin lock on the door had been opened, and with a slight push, the lock-up chamber that had been sealed in front of Bai Qi for three years or more would open in the midday sun.

But Bai Qi didn't push the door open for a long time, and in front of the dusty nine-foot red sandalwood door, Bai Qi stopped.

Covered with war demon armor, he stood proudly in front of the door, as if hesitating about something, but under the cover of the sharp armor, his white back was showing a trace of coldness, and the four monster-like black eyes were in a trance...... Those horrors that make the killing god Bai Qi unable to face safely to this day!

But after Bai Qi took three deep breaths, he still stretched out his stiff hand and pressed it against the door that had been unlocked - for the sake of Yingzheng's imperial plan, he couldn't be stopped by anything, especially his own fear.

There was a screeching sound, and the door was pushed open by Bai Qi's hand. The scorching sunlight shone in, kicking up a huge amount of dust.

The flowing air blew dust onto Bai Qi's armor, and also blew a thick, deep smell of bloody rancid smell onto Bai Qi's face.

Even through the fully sealed battle helmet, Bai Qi still felt that the air in his nostrils was filled with the smell of blood decay that had accumulated for more than three years. A heavy feeling of nausea churned from Bai Qi's stomach, but he suppressed the adverse reaction of his body and set his eyes on the dusty confinement chamber.

The spacious confinement chamber was divided into three cabinets of medicinal herbs against the wall, and on the side of the cabinet was a long table with many pharmaceutical utensils, but there was nothing else left in the huge confinement chamber - only the spacious marble floor was divided into twenty pieces, each two meters long and wide, and the most conspicuous thing was that in the middle of each of the twenty squares was a black clay pot larger than a human head.

Bai Qi stood silently in front of the door, his eyes trembling as he looked at the scenes and objects in the confinement room - "It's too familiar!" It's all too familiar!! "Everything that is sealed in my memory is like a moth coming out of the depths of the white brain, breaking open the skull, tearing open the mind, and I can't help but say it.

Scene by scene, scene by scene, the fear of the past ten years is like a volcano that is about to erupt, accumulating in the center of Bai Qi's mind, pressing Bai Qi a little suffocated, and unconsciously gasping for breath.

The four eyes hidden under the battle helmet condensed, and Bai Qi clenched the dark gold sickle in his hand, calming his chaotic breathing. He looked at the familiar confinement chamber with a resolute gaze again, and then took a firm step.

"Da-" The sound of crisp footsteps echoed across the floor of the confinement chamber.

Then, without warning, the black crockpot on the ground closest to Bai Qi suddenly shook - yes! It was when Bai Qi took that step that the black crockpot shook silently, and at this moment, the atmosphere of the entire confinement room instantly became weird, as if there were ghosts playing tricks.

At the moment when the crockpot suddenly shook, Bai Qi's footsteps subconsciously stopped, and immediately after, several other crockpots vibrate, without warning but real.

At this moment, Bai Qi's face hidden under the battle helmet showed a look of shock—yes, even if he knew that these things were still alive, when he really approached them and felt their vibration, Bai Qi couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

After a pause, Bai Qi took another step forward, and when the second step fell, almost all the black crockpots on the ground were accompanied by vibrations, but Bai Qi did not stop this time, he only felt that something was boiling in his brain, accompanied by the inexplicable vibration of those weird black crockpots on the ground, as if there were sharp cold cones piercing his skull, and every nerve of his was tensed and bounced in the vibration of those crockpots.

Finally, Bai Qi only felt an inexplicable anger emerge from the depths of his soul and surged into his heart, his right hand clenched the dark gold scythe, and when he approached those black clay pots, he shook his arm and slashed violently.

- The dark blue String Moon Scythe slashed down, smashing a black crockpot - the crockpot fragments flew up all over the sky, but a thick and solidified blood-rotting aura spread, and the source of this breath - in the place where the shattered crockpot was, a lifeless humanoid head was exposed to the ground!

It looked like a human head, but it had no hair, and its entire head was cloudy blood-red, with deep-set and dark eyes, and its teeth were exposed and overflowing with blood, looking like a skeleton covered in a shallow layer of blood!

However, it is alive.

I saw that the blood-red head sank for a moment, and then moved slowly, it slowly raised its head, and looked up at the tall Bai Qi with deep dark eyes.

The moment he was stared at by the head of the man who was not a human or a ghost, Bai Qi's whole heart was trembling and roaring, witnessing the survival of the corpse demon made him feel relieved, so that he could complete the task assigned by Yingzheng, but on the other hand, Bai Qi's heart couldn't help but tighten a string, and the tighter it became - such a thing, such a monster that is not human or ghost, why is it still alive!

"Roar!" Just when Bai Qi fell into inner entanglement, the head that was exposed on the ground suddenly roared at Bai Qi, it opened its mouth, and made a hoarse and terrifying sound, its mouth was very large, the slit of the mouth was cracked all the way to the ear, and a bloody rancid breath erupted with a piercing roar, and pounced on Bai Qi together.

Bai Qi was subconsciously shocked, but then calmed down again, this is normal, it is normal...... This is the corpse demon!

The unhuman and non-ghostly head opened its mouth and roared at Bai Qi unbridledly, and blood overflowed from its cracked mouth and flowed down its neck - it turned out that there was a round hole in the ground under its skull, and its head poked out of the hole, and let out an instinctive roar towards Bai Qi, while its entire body was buried under the floor.

Bai Qi took another deep breath, ignoring the roar of the corpse demon head, but staggered his gaze and looked at the other black crockpots, only to see that he clenched the dark gold scythe in his hand, and followed the anger in his heart, slashing the scythe out violently.

The sharp String Moon Scythe slashed through, and one by one the black clay pots burst open, revealing the same corpse demon heads, and roaring incessantly towards Bai Qi.

After a few moments, the entire nineteen clay pots were broken, and all but the one at the back were all broken by Bai Qi. The scarlet corpse demon head was exposed to the confinement of the ground, and it roared in a hoarse and terrifying voice, and it never stopped for a moment.

"Sure enough...... It's just instinct, and there is no ability to think and independent consciousness...... Such a thing is a killing machine! ”

But what they want is such a killing machine!

Bai Qi raised his gaze and looked around the entire confinement room, looking at the corpse demon heads with cracked mouths and roaring loudly.

Suddenly, he raised the dark gold scythe in his hand, and through the battle helmet, all four eyes swelled with a determined gaze.

Then, without warning, Bai Qi slashed down with the dark gold scythe, only to see the extremely sharp dark gold scythe plunge straight into the marble floor, along the edge of the knife, spreading through cracks.

Bai Qi retracted his wrist and pulled out the scythe that had been inserted into the floor, and through the slender blade, he faintly saw the crimson overflowing under the floor.

Bai Qi calmed down, staring at the corpse demon under him - the scarlet corpse demon head suddenly stopped roaring wildly, and the deep black eyes looked at Bai Qi, then looked at the shattered floor around him, and then slowly lowered his head.

And in the next moment, an incomparably huge force came from the floor under Bai Qi's feet, Bai Qi looked at the corpse demon intently, and his feet pressed the floor with all his strength.

But the huge force collapsed, and the entire floor exploded along the cracks cut by the scythe, except for the small piece that Bai Qi stepped on, the rest were shattered by the huge force, and the sky was full of stones.

Countless flying stones smashed on Bai Qi's body, but Bai Qi remained unmoved, and at this moment, all four of his eyes hidden under his battle helmet stared at the scene that was revealed after the floor shattered—under that marble floor was a pool of red and blackened blood.

Bursts of thick blood rot breath came to his face, invading Bai Qi's head wrapped in a battle helmet, at this moment, staring at the blood pool that created Bai Qi's nightmarish past, Bai Qi couldn't hold his breath anymore, his pupils condensed to the point that he almost overflowed blood, and the volcano that had always been suppressed in his mind, which was condensed by countless fears, finally erupted recklessly at this moment.

And just in the moment when Bai Qi lost his mind, a behemoth emerged from the pool of blood - it was a humanoid monster, more than two meters tall, with a broad chest and a thin waist, thick bones, and a spine protruding outward. The whole body was as red as blood, and the details of the bones could be blurred, as if it were a huge skeleton covered with a thin layer of bloody skin.

The humanoid monster poked out of the pool of blood, its whole body flowing with red, black blood, it bowed its head slightly, its deep-set black eyes looked down in front of him, and it looked small and white.

This humanoid monster is the true face of the corpse demon!

Looking at the corpse demon crawling out in front of him, Bai Qi calmed down, wanting to suppress the terrifying memories churning in his mind, but the more he looked at this ugly and bloody corpse demon, the more those terrifying memories flew in his eyes.

The corpse demon looked at the armored human in front of him, and he didn't have any expression, just unconsciously cracked his huge mouth at him, and let out that terrifying roar.

But now the corpse demon doesn't just roar, it's out of the trap of the dungeon's blood pool—with a roar, the corpse spreads its thick arms, and the crimson blood flows down the crook of the arm, up to the palm, and then drips. The corpse's fingers are incredibly long, and the tips of the fingers are sharp red claws.

The corpse demon looked at Bai Qi, and the bloody red claws slammed into his head wrapped in a battle helmet.

Feeling the murderous aura pressing him, Bai Qi stopped all his thoughts, and his mind seemed to be empty for a moment, and at this moment, his body instinctively counterattacked - his right arm shook, holding the long dark gold scythe, and brazenly faced the oncoming corpse demon red claw!

——Xianyang Palace, Han Palace, Ice and Snow Palace.

The sun begins to set at dawn, illuminating the night inside the palace inch by inch, and the shadow of the building outside the palace is lengthened inch by inch until dusk, day after day.

The scorching light and heat poured on the palace tower, reflecting the frost covered on the surface of the palace pavilion with a cold luster, but no matter how hot the scorching light and how long-lasting the scorching heat was, it could not melt the frost on the surface of the palace.

The frosty master sat under the window of the palace pavilion, and his ice-blue pupils quietly looked at the bright red on the flat ground outside the palace.

It was the blood that flowed all over the ground when Jing Ke was killed.

Twenty days have passed since Jing Ke and Gao gradually left the night of the assassination of Ying Zheng, and it has been twenty days since Jing Ke's death.

Now that these twenty days have passed, Jing Ke's body is nowhere to be seen, and the only thing left is the bright red blood of the place, and Wang Zhaojun, who is sitting alone in the Ice and Snow Palace and watching outside, but sad in it.

The blood stains that dripped all over the ground were covered with a thin layer of frost, which Wang Zhaojun had covered with the Ice and Snow Demon Dao. Wang Zhaojun's Ice and Snow Demon Dao is a powerful Demon Dao that leads the Demon Blue Energy to turn into ice and snow to freeze flowing water and freeze all things, and the frost it freezes is the Ice God Frost that cannot be melted by natural sunlight and flames.

Wang Zhaojun used the frost cover to block the destruction of Jing Ke's bloodstains by the sun and wind, and protected the bloodstains like roses.

Only those who have true love can experience the grief of life and death of those who love each other. Wang Zhaojun can understand and understand, so he will feel deep in his soul and pity him.

However, what she feels sad and pity is not herself? She and Han Xin are not affectionate but experiencing the torture of fate.

"Ying Zheng!" The name that made Wang Zhaojun grit his teeth countless times is the source of everything and the root of the times.

If it weren't for Yingzheng, Jing Ke and Gao would not be separated from each other in life and death.

It's not because of Yingzheng, she and Han Xin won't be thousands of miles apart, and they can't stay together because they love each other.

If it weren't for Yingzheng, this country and this era would not have become this downfall......

Who knows how many lovers in this world have been stirred up by the whirlpool of this era, and all because of Yingzheng......

However, in addition to hating Yingzheng in every way, Wang Zhaojun is actually thinking more about it in his heart, missing Han Xin, who he hasn't seen for three years.

Wang Zhaojun thought of his tail-like red hair fluttering in the afterglow of the setting sun, and chuckled back at her.

She didn't want him to get involved in the danger of Xianyang Palace, but she missed him so much, in this lonely and dangerous situation, he was the most needed support for her.

- In the mountains to the north of Lingcheng, the mountain road is steep and winding, and it is difficult to pull its feet forward, but for the gray-haired Kui wolf that crisscrosses the mountains, none of this is enough to hinder its progress.

Riding the fastest gray-haired wolf under Xiang Yu's tent, Hua Mulan and Zhang Liang have been traveling for nearly seven days, judging from the map, they are gradually approaching Afang Palace, if the location of Afang Palace is good in advance, they will be able to arrive at Afang Palace in less than ten days.

"You're actually worried about Han Shin, aren't you?" Hua Mulan harnessed the gray-haired wolf and said without looking back.

"Hmm......" Looking at Mulan's long cherry red hair fluttering in the wind, Zhang Liang was silent for a moment and replied.

"Do you have a hunch of something? For example, the last time you sensed that I was in danger, can you now predict Han Shin's situation? Mulan asked.

"No ......" Zhang Liang shook his head and said with a worried look in his eyes, "There are no relevant prophecies in the ancient book of Yanling, and I don't have any premonitions......

"It doesn't have to be a hunch, in fact, Han Xin's whereabouts are easy to guess......" Hua Mulan said, "As Liu Bang, the king of Han, said, if the Beiyi Ice Clan has surrendered to Yingzheng, then most of their princesses are in the Xianyang Palace...... Then Han Xin's whereabouts are likely to be Xianyang Palace! ”

"Hmm...... Brother Xin must have gone to Xianyang Palace......" Zhang Liang said softly, in fact, no matter whether Wang Zhaojun was in Xianyang Palace or not, Han Xin would definitely think that she was in Xianyang Palace, so he would definitely go there regardless of everything.

Hua Mulan was silent for a few minutes, and finally, she decided to say: "Actually, we came out, Liu Bang and Xiang Yu don't know our real whereabouts, I have seen the map, and our current location is very close to Xianyang Palace——"

"I can accompany you to Xianyang Palace." After a pause, Mulan said firmly. I don't know why, she is now subconsciously thinking about Zhang Liang, thinking about what he thinks, and wanting to share some for him, maybe Zhang Liang helped her a lot before, maybe she feels that she owes Zhang Liang a lot, maybe......

In short, Zhang Liang could not face a dangerous head-to-head confrontation by herself, but she was willing to accompany him.

"No, ......" Zhang Liang was silent for a moment, but still denied, "We still have to go to Afang Palace first, for the sake of our responsibility to the country, and for the promise to the King of Chu and the King of Han." This is a mystery that has a bearing on the big picture, and we must solve it as soon as possible......"

Hua Mulan didn't say anything anymore, since Zhang Liang had decided, it would be fine.

"Brother Xin...... May you be safe" Zhang Liang calmed down and silently hoped.

And at this moment, far away in the forest outside the Xianyang Palace, a red-maned white horse was tied under a thick tree, and the red-haired man clenched the spear in his hand and stepped towards the mighty Xianyang Palace.

"Zhaojun, wait for me!"