My body was still in the same position as it had been when I had first been promoted—my consciousness had returned, but my body had not.

The man in the black cloak tugged at my leaf and sniffed it gently.

"I'll just say I'm not mistaken, you have the breath of truth in you...... Who the hell are you?"

Draw the truth.

This is the first time I've heard your real name...... But my mind was in a state of confusion, and I didn't have the energy to think about what he was talking about.

I just want to go to the mountains and find your place right now.

- That's not difficult for me.

Even if you hide your demonic aura, I can easily find you on a dull and rainy night.

Soon I saw you standing alone on the top of the mountain, and you looked down on the forest as before.

The pouring rain does not wet your sleeves, and in this vast and boundless rainy night, your figure looks so thin and lonely.

But my lord, there is nothing in the world that makes me happier than this, and in the blink of an eye I have lost it and found it—how can there be such a thing in the world? How can I be so blessed by Heaven?

Tonight is the beginning of everything, and nothing has happened yet – which means that everything is in time.

I didn't have time to think about anything, I stumbled to you, I want to tell you everything I know at once, you don't have to endure another despicable betrayal, you can avoid repeating the mistakes of the past.

I held on to this belief until a chilling killing intent came from your direction, and the man in the black cloak pulled me back for a moment.

"Why are you in such a hurry to find death...... Don't you have any unfulfilled wishes? Isn't it a pity to die before it's done?"

I finally realized that in the middle of the night, a strange monster that suddenly ran towards you is a danger for you to be guarded against and vigilant against.

You are aware of me, and you have threatened and tempted me.

At that moment, I suddenly understood the reason why you had no resistance in the face of Feng Yan that day - if it wasn't for the man in black who grabbed me, I probably wouldn't have had the leisure to care about your killing intent at all.

Even if you really wanted to kill me, would I run away? Shall I take the sword from your hand and stab it against you?

No...... No, it won't.

Even though my mind was full of confusion at that time, and there were only a few intuitive thoughts left, I never had such thoughts.

But the words of the man in black still sobered me up.

I can't die at this moment, because I still have a lot of work to do.

I looked back again, looking earnestly at the uninvited guest.

"Who are you?" I asked.

He wrote the word "flawed" in the palm of my hand.

He looked to be about twenty-six or seventeen years old, but I don't know what it really was—for he smelled like a man, but he had eyes the color of mercury.

This is not the color of the eyes that mortals have.

He said that his formation would only summon people with strong regrets in their hearts and ask me if I wanted to make a deal.

I didn't understand the specific things too much, but I understood one thing - he could help me take Feng Yan's life, but I also had to pay the corresponding price.

I didn't even ask what the price was, and I agreed, because I already had my own answer to the cost.

That night, I made a vow with him and followed him to a secret camp.

This is my second contact with the martyrs.

Perhaps I should call them dust sweepers, because they think that "martyrdom" is a demeaning and exclusive term deliberately put on them by the imperial court, after all, "dust sweeping" is their first vision.

But I myself prefer the name Martyrs.

Why is walking towards death necessarily a slander? There are some memories that can really bring strength to people, and it is not only "alive" that can be given, there are some beliefs in this world that are more important than life and death itself.

The man in black who brought me back seemed to be a formidable presence among the martyrs, and I heard others respectfully call him "Mr. Flaw".

His face was hidden under a black hood all day long, and only occasionally did he reveal his true face.

He was always smiling and groaning when he spoke, and every time he returned to the camp, a group of children gathered around him first.

But then I realized that it was such a person, planning how to evoke the Spirit River and annihilate hundreds of thousands of living beings in Chang'an City.

I'm really...... I can't see through people's hearts.

But from Mr. Bin I learned a lot of things I had never heard of before.

For example, you are from Youdu Mountain, which has been around for 9,000 years.

For example, it was precisely because of the wind and rain that you fell when I was promoted to the throne that my demon yuan is very special - after becoming a demon, I also have some "stealth" talents similar to you.

Among my demon yuan, there are a few wisps of spiritual power, which originally belonged to you.

So when you pass by me, it's like bringing a huge magnet close to a small magnetic sheet, the big magnet doesn't move, and the small magnet always feels the attraction sensitively.

Together, I can always find you easily, but you have a hard time finding my reason.

But I was very puzzled at that time, "But Feng Yan can easily find me, why is that?"

"She didn't find you because of your demonic aura – she could sense the mood of others, and monsters and people are very different in this matter."

That's when it dawned on me.

It was also from Mr. Defect that I heard about Feng Yan's real weakness. It turns out that her isolation is not entirely due to her temperament, but because she cannot bear the malice of people.

In front of the crowd, Feng Yan was as fragile as a thin piece of porcelain.

Defective Ying warned me, but even so, Feng Yan should not be underestimated—of course I understand, because you are watching over her day and night.

In the summer of the thirteenth year of Tianfu, Feng Yan was twelve years old and got acquainted with Yin Shiyun, and everything was the same as before.

It's just that I haven't floated into her yard again this year, and I've watched everything here from afar, just like you.

Soon, however, I noticed something new.

This time, you're no longer alone, you've got six more loyal minions by your side, who lurk around you and only show up to talk to you when you're alone.

You no longer wander alone in the mountains and forests as you did in your previous life, and I see you staying in the building of the Si Tiantai all day long, sometimes sorting out the volumes, sometimes writing the papers.

And the one who often slipped away from Feng Yan's yard to look out was sometimes a weasel, sometimes a hedgehog.

In the fourteenth year of Tianfu, you left Daizong Mountain and went straight to Chang'an with a group of people - becoming the head of Wenyuan Pavilion.

In the sixteenth year of Tianfu, a pseudo-luan came to Daizong Mountain, and was killed by Feng Yan on the cliff of the altar.

These things frightened me and even made me tremble.

Because...... They never happened in the previous life.