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512 Heartbroken departure! Ghostly voice! (Bonus chapter for 80,000 recommendation votes)
Updated: 2013-12-24 16:16:11 Word Count: 3466
Mu Yunhe stood there, the surrounding noise seemingly automatically silenced and vanished, and the sea of people around him seemed to have disappeared as well. He watched as Luo Zhiheng mounted her horse, and then the wolf king also mounted, sitting behind Luo Zhiheng. His tall figure completely enveloped Luo Zhiheng's petite body, and from a distance behind him, he could no longer see even a glimpse of Luo Zhiheng's back.
A huge sense of loss welled up in his heart. It felt as if a million stones were pulling his feet down. His heart had flown to her side, longing to keep her and hoping for her understanding. But he had a thousand words in his heart that he couldn't say. He couldn't move his feet and stood stiffly in place. Suddenly, he felt that the wind was unusually cold today, piercing to the bone.
The entire team was ready to depart, but Luo Zhiheng was filled with anxiety. She had uttered a lot of harsh words, but in the end, she was so reluctant to leave. She had barely survived, struggling to hold on until this day, her mind filled with thoughts of Mu Yunhe and hatred. Perhaps she could let go of hatred in this lifetime, but she didn't know how to let go of Mu Yunhe.
That damned man! If he said just one word to persuade her to stay, she would dismount without hesitation. No matter how fierce the storm, she would fight alongside him.
But when the demoness urged him for the third time, Mu Yunhe still didn't say a word. She didn't turn around, as if turning around would mean losing, but she knew that he was right behind her, even though he didn't say a word.
Despite her unbearable heartache, Luo Zhiheng wore a smile, making her voice sound more relaxed and cheerful than ever before: "Let's go, we can finally go home. Wolf King, I can't wait to get back. Let me experience your horsemanship as the number one warrior of the wilderness, let me feel the sensation of flying on horseback."
Luo Zhiheng couldn't see the bitter smile on the Wolf King's lips. His voice was just as deceptive, sexy, and affectionate: "Okay, whatever Ruilin says. Sit up, we're leaving."
Before Luo Zhiheng could even nod, she heard a deep shout, and the horse beneath her suddenly galloped away like an arrow. Luo Zhiheng was so fast that she didn't even have time to look back!
The instant the horse galloped off, she could no longer care about saving face or stubbornly turning back. But the arm that was holding her suddenly rose up, its large hand shielding her eyes. In her ear was the wolf king's voice, shattered by the wind: "Don't turn back, or you'll lose."
Luo Zhiheng froze. Even the Wolf King, that blockhead, could see her feelings; she refused to believe Mu Yunhe wouldn't understand. But Mu Yunhe remained unmoved. Did he no longer love her? Or was he truly forced to do this?
Luo Zhiheng's stiff body completely collapsed in the wolf king's broad embrace. Her back, which had been throbbing slightly, was now aching intensely. She bit her lip, trying to stay upright and not turn around or make a sound, but tears could no longer be held back and fell down her cheeks.
Are we just drifting further and further apart like this? She finally came back, she finally survived, Mu Yunhe, do you even know what she did to get back to you? How much suffering and torment did she endure? You just send her away so easily, what excuse will you use to bring her back later?
Tears streamed down her face, and Luo Zhiheng cried uncontrollably. When the horse had galloped far away, she finally broke down in tears. The sheer heartbreak in her sobs was oppressive and despairing to all who heard it.
The wolf king's heart clenched suddenly. His face darkened as he held her tightly, gradually slowing the horse's pace. His voice was stiff yet gentle: "Don't cry. He's not worth it. Don't want him. I'll build you a queen's harem, okay? The wilderness has no shortage of beautiful people. You can have as many as you want."
Luo Zhiheng was crying her heart out when she suddenly heard these words. She couldn't catch her breath and coughed angrily. The Wolf King hurriedly patted her back and said anxiously, "Don't be angry. I won't force you if you don't want it, but you are the leader of the barbarians. You have to get married and have offspring to continue your lineage. It's not possible to do it without a man. Anyway, you need a man. That Mu Yunhe is definitely not suitable. What do you think...?"
The Wolf King spoke more and more fluently, but in the end, he became cautious about the crucial word, "What do you think of me?" Luo Zhiheng didn't quite catch that question.
Luo Zhiheng was too preoccupied with her grief to pay any attention to the Wolf King.
Meanwhile, the main force had already set off, with the Bear King leading the way with great pride and excitement, carrying the provisions. As the Demoness passed by Mu Yunhe, she glanced discreetly behind him, her brows furrowing slightly. Then, as if she had seen something, her expression changed, and she quickly lowered her head and spurred her horse away.
As Luo Zhiwu passed by Mu Yunhe, she said, "You went too far today, actually driving away a leader from another country. Be careful of retribution for your arrogance. Good luck to you."
To others, these words might sound like mockery and sarcasm, but Mu Yunhe knew that Luo Zhiwu was telling him to be careful on his own. They were in a critical period and dared not say anything for fear of giving away their secrets and letting the person behind them see something.
Mu Yunhe withdrew his gaze from the horse, which had already disappeared from sight of Luo Zhiheng's back, and said in a hoarse, cold voice, "Don't bother with your concern. Just keep guarding the women that others have left. Maybe one day you can really break my beauty and win the heart of a beauty? No, wait, you're going to the wilderness with Ruilin to be his male concubine. You'll have many brothers in the future, loving and caring for each other. Isn't that great?"
"Hmph, that's still better than you saying sour grapes. Ruilin and I will definitely live a good life." Luo Zhiwu smiled coldly, speechless at Mu Yunhe's sharp tongue. You're envious and jealous of that wolf king, but you don't have to take it out on me, do you? Be careful, I might really help Heng'er build a harem, and that will scare you to death.
After watching the main group completely disappear from sight, Mu Yunhe boarded the carriage with a dejected heart, preparing to go home. He closed his eyes and leaned against the carriage wall, his mind filled with Luo Zhiheng's eyes—sad, heartbroken, desperate, angry, incredulous, and disappointed. He had hurt Aheng too much, but this time, it truly was the last time!
Ah Heng, don't blame me for being heartless in sending you away. I really don't know if I'm in grave danger this time. I don't know that person's identity or strength. The enemy is in the dark while I am in the light, and I fear the disparity in strength is too great. As long as you go far enough in two days, I can confront this bastard who followed me. At that time, no matter if it's life or death, I will definitely not let him go.
If I survive, from this day forward, no matter where you are in the world, I, Mu Yunhe, will always be by your side, never leaving you. If, unfortunately, I die, then let today be our final farewell. At least you will leave with misunderstanding and resentment towards me. Someday in the future, perhaps you will learn of my death, and you, you shouldn't be too heartbroken...
The carriage swayed and wobbled along, and Mu Yunhe's thoughts had already flown to Luo Zhiheng's side. All his arrangements were incomplete because he simply didn't have time to do anything. He could only hope that Shang Tian would be kind to him, allowing him to live and have a chance to seek Aheng's forgiveness.
His emotions were fluctuating wildly today. This was his saddest and most vulnerable moment. But at this moment, he forgot to hide his emotions, forgot that there was a ghostly shadow following him all the time, and forgot that this ghost could take his life at any time!
So the sudden sound inside the carriage made Mu Yunhe feel a chill run down his spine almost instantly.
"If you like her so much, why let her go? Go after her, go after her..."
Suddenly opening his eyes and looking into the empty carriage, Mu Yunhe even wondered if he was hallucinating. The voice he had just heard was deep, delicate, and elegant, like a king mocking his subjects, or like a ferocious ghost stealing souls and taking lives. If the voice hadn't been so aggressive, making Mu Yunhe's scalp tingle, he would have really thought he was hallucinating.
"Come out. What kind of hero hides like a coward?" Mu Yunhe remained calm and composed, as if he were simply eating and drinking tea, his face completely unperturbed. But in his heart, he was anxious and worried. This person knew that he was worried about Aheng, so did he already know that Ruilin was Aheng? If so, wouldn't Aheng be in danger?
The moment Mu Yunhe appeared, radiating murderous intent, that voice rang out again, nonchalant yet eerily sinister: "I have never been a hero, but you are. However, your heroic rescue of the beauty has clearly not won her heart. She despises you, doesn't she?"
"She's just a woman I've had my fill of. What kind of woman can't I have? She's just overestimating herself and really thinks she's something special. Tch!" Mu Yunhe sneered, his voice filled with a cold, mocking tone. He truly didn't regard Luo Zhiheng as something to be trifled with.
The mysterious voice fell silent, and Mu Yunhe's heart sank. He didn't know if his words could dispel the man's doubts; his heart was practically in his throat. After a long while, the man spoke again, a cold laugh on his face: "Since the diviner doesn't fancy that woman, why not just kill her? Wouldn't that be easier? That woman is so shameless and promiscuous, a truly despicable wretch. This kind of slut is even worse than a prostitute; wouldn't it be better to destroy her? Or is it that Your Excellency is reluctant to do so?"
"You're the lowly bastard! You're not even as good as a prostitute!" Mu Yunhe's anger surged uncontrollably, and he sneered, "You're so good, you don't even have a face, you're even more shameless than a prostitute? Then what are you? Something even worse than a prostitute, are you one of those filthy, lowly prostitutes in the military camp who are used and then thrown to the warhorses!"
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513 The person behind it all is him! (Bonus chapter added for comment #21 with 40,500 views)
Updated: 2013-12-24 21:13:37 Word Count: 3643
"Heh! You're angry, aren't you? Angry over a woman you've grown tired of playing with? Is that woman really just a minor leader? I don't think so. Why don't I bring her back and question her face to face?" the mysterious man sneered.
Mu Yunhe only saw the carriage curtain suddenly open for a moment, as if a gust of wind had gone out. His expression changed drastically, and he stood up abruptly!
The moment Mu Yunhe chased after him, he heard the mysterious man cackling, "Didn't you say you didn't care? Why are you so nervous? Mu Yunhe, do you really think I can't see through your thoughts?"
Mu Yunhe's expression changed drastically. He knew that he could not hide his true emotions at this moment. If this person could see through his concern for Luo Zhiheng, Aheng would definitely be in trouble!
Composing himself, Mu Yunhe said calmly, "I have seen your despicable behavior. You have followed me for so many days, surely you didn't come here just to mock me now? She is just a woman, you don't think you can blackmail me, do you? There will never be another woman in this world who would make me share life and death with you, so your blackmail is nothing but a fart!"
"Hahaha! Your Excellency the High Priest truly lives up to your reputation as a dragon among men. Your magnanimity alone is unmatched by ordinary people. I naturally know that there will never be another woman in the world more special than Luo Zhiheng. It's impossible for Your Excellency not to love a woman like Luo Zhiheng. This barbarian chieftain is no match for Luo Zhiheng either; he's too delicate. I won't waste my time on a woman you can disregard." The mysterious man laughed coldly.
Mu Yunhe couldn't immediately discern the truth in his words, but he hoped this man would truly let Aheng go. He said, "You'd better show yourself. If you keep hiding like this, don't blame me for being impolite."
The voice chuckled strangely, "Your Excellency only has one of your seven souls left. You're really... not worth my attention. If you were still the Mu Yunhe from three years ago, I would naturally be wary of you. But now, tsk tsk, I really don't care."
Mu Yunhe's expression remained unchanged, but his gaze grew even colder. This person could see through his true strength at a glance, indicating that he was up to no good and must be very strong. Judging from his current condition, he probably couldn't handle him. Thinking of this, Mu Yunhe said coldly, "Three years ago? Are you the defeated opponent from three years ago? The great demon king who was killed by me?"
The voice suddenly fell silent, then roared with a terrifying aura, "That's right, it's me! Mu Yunhe, you didn't expect this, did you? Three years ago, not only did you survive, but I also survived! I'm still alive, but because of you and that Luo Zhiheng, I'm now just a soul. Do you know how much pain I've endured? Hmph, that Luo Zhiheng was lucky; she dared to die before I returned. Otherwise, I would have made sure she suffered a terrible death too! But since Luo Zhiheng is dead and has nowhere to be buried, I will definitely not let you get away with this! You will bear the consequences of Luo Zhiheng's sins as well!"
The Great Demon King's voice was filled with hostility. When he mentioned Mu Yunhe and Luo Zhiheng's names, he gritted his teeth as if he wanted to tear their names to pieces. This hatred was so intense that Mu Yunhe's heart was in his throat, but he also felt a sense of relief.
Thank goodness, thank goodness he sent Ah Heng away beforehand. Otherwise, if this vengeful man filled with hatred had found out that Ah Heng was still alive, Ah Heng would probably have been doomed.
"You want me to be the victim of your revenge? You overestimate yourself. Since you didn't die three years ago, you should have found a place to cultivate yourself and hide away. Since you've come out here to seek death, how could I not deal with you?" Mu Yunhe decided not to wait any longer. Now that this person had appeared and had already laid his cards on the table, waiting any longer would only make this person realize something.
With a swift movement, he drew his cane, and in the light, Mu Yunhe stood with his hands behind his back, holding a narrow sword, the tip of which pointed directly at the opponent.
The air opposite them distorted, and the Great Demon King roared furiously, "That damned blade again! Mu Yunhe, do you think I didn't know you'd kept it by your side these past few days? Damn it, damn it, put it away!"
The Great Demon King's voice sounded extremely agitated, as if he was very wary of the battle blade. Mu Yunhe smiled and said coldly, "Why did you put it away? It's your honor to be completely annihilated under the War God's battle blade."
"You can't find me! I am a spirit, you can't see me, you have lost your priestly powers, and you can't harm me! I am not afraid of your sword!" the Great Demon King roared.
"If you're not afraid, why are you so nervous? I may not have the abilities of a priest, but today I can show you the true power of a battle sword in a priest's hands! Believe me, you will... never forget this!" Mu Yunhe raised his phoenix eyes, a cold smile on his face, each word elegant yet bloodthirsty.
He swung his battle blade in mid-air, and a silver arc of light sliced through the air as if tearing it apart. With a hiss, a plume of white smoke suddenly rose from the air. Immediately afterward, Mu Yunhe unleashed a series of slashes, the blade's light cutting through the air in all directions, sending billowing white smoke rising.
Suddenly, a sound like a scream rang out. Mu Yunhe's eyes lit up, and he quickly swung his battle blade at that spot. Each strike landed precisely in that spot, without much deviation in height. Blood gradually appeared on that spot, not crimson, but jet-black blood.
The piercing screams continued, hoarse and rough, like the last gasps of a person on the verge of death.
"No! No! Please let me go, I can show you something! You'll definitely be interested, it's something Luo Zhiheng left behind before she died!" The Great Demon King screamed in the air, his voice trembling.
Mu Yunhe's knife-wielding speed faltered, his nerves pounding. He didn't believe the Great Demon King's words; he was probably just buying time. He didn't believe the Great Demon King would confront him unprepared. But the words "what Luo Zhiheng left behind before her death" forced Mu Yunhe to stop his killing spree, even though he knew it was a trap.
Before Luo Zhiheng died? Then it must be something Aheng left behind before falling off the cliff. But how did something Aheng left behind end up in this guy's hands?
The Great Demon King could see Mu Yunhe's expression and quickly said, "You're wondering how that thing ended up in my hands, aren't you? That day you killed my body, but because you yourself were also fragmented, you didn't completely annihilate my soul. I escaped by possessing Mu Yunsheng's body. Mu Yunsheng later went to the cliff and witnessed the entire process of Luo Zhiheng being tortured and driven to death by Luo Ningshuang. Naturally, I also saw the whole process. So Luo Zhiheng left something behind, but I took it. None of you knew about it."
"How can I trust you?" Mu Yunhe was tempted. The Great Demon King's words were somewhat plausible, but he was also afraid that they were vulgar and deceiving him. However, Mu Yunhe did not want to let go of anything left behind by Aheng.
They missed each other for three years—three years of waiting, three years of longing, three years of disappointment. He didn't know what kind of psychological journey his Ah Heng had gone through, but he could feel and understand Ah Heng's pain and despair. He desperately wanted to bridge this three-year gap between them, and he didn't want to miss or let go of anything that might allow him to get back into Ah Heng's life.
"I won't lie to you. You've injured my soul, and I'm severely wounded. If you agree to let me go, I will give you the last thing Luo Zhiheng left in the mortal world," the Great Demon King said, outlining his terms.
Mu Yunhe snorted coldly, knowing that this great demon king must have a backup plan, but he was not afraid. He said, "I can consider it, but if what you give me is fake, or if you deceive me, you will experience the power of the War God Blade fused with one-thousandth of the divine power of the official. I guarantee that it will make you wish you were dead."
The Great Demon King hurriedly said, "That's right, that's right, I have already experienced it. Now go to the cliff where Luo Zhiheng fell. Once you get there, you will see it. Those are words that Luo Zhiheng wrote in blood on the cliff face. I preserved them three years ago with my last bit of strength, but I cannot make a copy of those words. You can only see them for yourself."
Mu Yunhe frowned and coldly retorted, "You're talking nonsense! Three years ago, my men personally went to bring back that fake Luo Zhiheng. They thoroughly searched that place and found no trace of her. If there were any blood-written words on the stone, they would have been discovered. And if they were left during Aheng's fall, it would be even more impossible! How dare you deceive me!"
Mu Yunhe brandished his battle blade once more, and the Great Demon King hurriedly said, "No, no, I really didn't lie to you. I have preserved the horrific scene of Luo Zhiheng before her death. Those images are clear and vivid, all along with those blood-written words on that cliff. Besides, don't you want to see the place where Luo Zhiheng died? She suffered humiliation there. Luo Ningshuang carved her face piece by piece with a knife, and she bled a lot. Before Luo Zhiheng was forced to jump, she carefully left those words for you, hoping that you could help her avenge her. Don't you really want to see it?"
Mu Yunhe's emotions suddenly surged. He seemed to see Aheng lying on the cliff face with his face covered in blood. His vision gradually turned crimson, and he nodded uncontrollably. He wanted to see the most humiliating place in Aheng's life. Then, Mu Yunhe's feet involuntarily moved forward.
The shocked attendants, upon seeing him, moved forward like ghosts, exclaiming in alarm as they cautiously approached him, asking, "Master, what's wrong?" Why were they muttering to themselves and randomly attacking people for no apparent reason?
It turns out that apart from Mu Yunhe, no one else could see, hear, or feel the existence of the Great Demon King! In their eyes, Mu Yunhe's behavior just now was that he was possessed, that he was furious because the woman he liked had left with another man.
Overwhelmed with grief, Mu Yunhe ordered his servants to take him to the cliff where Luo Zhiheng had fallen.
When Mu Yunhe reached the top of the cliff, he felt an unusual chill. He could see the clouds at a glance, and it felt as if he could touch them. He felt like he was standing alone on the clouds, but standing there made him feel desolate and sad. The air and wind seemed to send him back to three years ago. The vast white clouds in front of him gradually turned crimson and bloody!
514 The Past I Saw with My Own Eyes! Possession!
Updated: 2013-12-25 19:08:12 Word Count: 4547
"Luo Zhiheng, you owe me, and you'll have to pay me back today!" Luo Ningshuang's shrill voice echoed on the cliff. The dagger in her hand was sharp and pointed as she stabbed at Luo Zhiheng's face. With each stab, she revealed a crazy, bloodthirsty smile.
Luo Zhiheng lay quietly on the cliff, her body a bottomless abyss. She was hurt but remained oblivious. The wind blew her long hair, and blood spread across her beautiful face until her lovely features were no longer visible.