Liusu is the best inn in the city of Hanqiu, adjacent to the most beautiful lake in the city, surrounded by an ancient willow, it is the most quiet in spring and summer, but in the middle of winter, the lake ice has not melted, the ancient willow has no leaves, standing by the window and looking at the surrounding scenery by the starlight, it is inevitable to feel a little solemn and desolate.

Hanqiu City at night is very peaceful, without any noisy sounds, and it is even easy to remind people of a cemetery. Wang Po is still in Tiannan and has not returned to Tianliang County, but the Zhu family seems to be withering like this until it is digested, and many changes in the world always come so suddenly, which makes people a little unprepared.

Nanke's voice woke him up from his musings, and he turned and walked to the edge of the bed and sat down.

Nanke took off his shoes and socks and let them go, then put his feet in the basin and scrubbed them very seriously with his head down.

The hot water in the basin was just right, not hot and not so cold that it would feel cold after a while, she must have just tried it herself, just like those nights at Hanya Racecourse.

In the days when Chen Changsheng was in a coma and had difficulty moving after waking up, Nanke was responsible for feeding him and scrubbing his body.

He had tried to refuse many times, but he couldn't convince her, just like tonight.

"I'm almost healed now, can I do these things myself in the future?"

"Not good. ”

Nanke didn't even lift his head.

She didn't remember anything now, only that Chen Changsheng was the most important person to her.

Then she should serve him well and make sure that he is alive and healthy and recovers as soon as possible.

Chen Changsheng thought for a while and said honestly, "I'm not sure...... Can it cure you? ”

"But only you can cure it, right?"

Nanke raised his head, stared into his eyes and said.

Because of the broken soul, the distance between her eyes no longer continued to widen, but her eyes still looked a little dull.

When she was looking at something or someone so intently, it was actually a little scary.

But Chen Changsheng is used to it now.

After washing, Nanke naturally unpacked his bags and laid out the futon on the ground, but instead of going to sleep, he naturally took off his shirt and sat in front of Chen Changsheng.

In the nights before leaving the Hanya Racecourse, Chen Changsheng began to try to treat her.

Even if she is a demented little girl now, Nanke vaguely feels that it is not a good thing to be naked in front of a man.

But now she's used to it.

Chen Changsheng's fingers brushed over the stone beads, and his divine sense entered the garden, and he took out the short sword.

Immediately after, he took out a golden needle from Zangfeng.

True Yuan poured in, and the tip of the golden needle trembled slightly, piercing Nanke's seemingly delicate but actually extremely difficult to break skin, and probing into her meridians.

Over the years, he cured Luoluo's illness, cured Xuanyuan's broken injury, and cured his folding sleeves for a long time, and his ability to observe the subtleties through the golden needle crossing into Zhenyuan was much stronger than when he first arrived in Kyoto, but he still didn't have the confidence that he could cure Nanke's illness.

Because Nanke is not a demon clan, but a demon clan.

Through these few nights of treatment, Chen Changsheng had a deeper understanding of the demon body, and the more he understood, the more incredible he felt.

The body of the demon race and the body of the human race seem to be very different on the surface, especially a royal family like Nanke, but there is a huge difference in some aspects.

Those differences are mainly concentrated in the meridians, the secluded mansion, the qi aperture, and the sea of consciousness.

The demons have meridians, but they don't have qi, and they don't have a secluded mansion.

The most important thing is that the sea of consciousness of the demon race is not an ocean of true consciousness like humans or demon races, but more like a mist of light.

The question is, are the lights in the fog fragments of consciousness, or are they some kind of objective existence?

Chen Changsheng was very curious about those faint but ubiquitous and ever-present lights, because vaguely, he always felt that he had seen them somewhere.

It's a pity that although Nanke has opened up his consciousness as much as possible, Chen Changsheng has no way to penetrate into the depths of her sea of consciousness now, unless he is not worried that Nanke will become a real idiot or die directly because of the invasion of his consciousness, so he has no way to see the true face of those lights.

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Zhu Ye's remains had been secretly transported back to Hanqiu City, but they had never been buried, because the Zhu family and the Peerless Sect didn't know what to do, because his remains were mutilated, as if they had been eaten by wild beasts, but the deserted Hanqiu City was about to turn into a cemetery.

Even if Daozun and King Xiang continued to shelter the Zhu family for the sake of Zhu Luo's affection back then, how could a family without a truly strong person survive forever in such a sinister world? Not to mention, the entire continent knew that Wang Po would one day return to Hanqiu City to claim what he had lost back then.

The Wanliu Garden outside Hanqiu City seemed to have predicted today's situation in advance, and burned it once a few years ago, burning paper money for itself in advance.

Not far from Wanliu Garden, there is the ancestral tomb of the Zhu family, and only the heads of the Zhu family or the elders who have made great contributions in the past generations are qualified to be buried here.

The starlight is very good tonight, and the tombstones and tombstones shine very clearly, if you look carefully at the words on the stele, you should be able to understand the entire history of the Zhu family and the peerless sect.

In the depths of the tomb was a thin figure, hunched over, waving his hands vigorously, digging for something, and at the same time muttering something in his mouth.

The starlight fell on his face, and his crooked eyes and mouth and nose looked even more terrifying, more terrifying than all the tombstones combined.

The saliva that erupted from his mouth was stinking worse than the smell of corpse water from all the graves that had been dug up.

Yes, this skinny hunchbacked man was digging graves, his slender nails were full of dirt and rotting corpse flesh, for some reason they were extremely sharp, and he would soon be able to dig up a grave, but in half an hour, all the seventeen tombs of the Zhu family's ancestral tomb were dug up by him.

Whether it was a carrion corpse or a white bone, it was the best harvest for the skinny hunchbacked man.

His eyes glowed, his saliva flowed more, and he made an extremely incomprehensible sound, which could only be understood if he listened very closely.

-- Your Zhu family is about to perish.

- Then hand over your resentment and departed soul to me, and I will help you to kill your enemies.

The hunchbacked thin man suddenly sat down cross-legged, sat on a lotus seat, palmed the stars, and closed his eyes in meditation.

He obviously uses the most authentic state religion Taoism, and his demeanor is solemn and even somewhat sacred in the starlight.

But his mouth and nose are crooked, his eyes can't be completely closed, and he looks very ugly.

The most authentic state religion magic, the most beautiful starlight, and the ugly hunchbacked man.

This contrasting contrast is funny and absurd, and for some reason terrifying.