A sharp laugh broke the tranquility of Chitose Mansion early in the morning.

Yingmeng was sitting on a dark red chair, crossing her legs and eating melon seeds.

Hearing her laughter, the servant next to him couldn't help but trembled and lowered his head. This unknown master's temperament has become increasingly unstable. He started wearing women's clothes, lost his temper inexplicably, and now talks to corpses.

, could it be that he is even more crazy?!

"Hahaha. Little Yingying, come on, turn over the sign and see where we will hit next." Yingmeng reached out and flipped the map.

"Oops, I almost forgot that you are an Inferi. You won't move without my control." As she said this, she clapped her hands. The "person" in black next to her walked over with the hands and feet, and opened a book casually.

brand.

"An Lizi. Not bad, a good place. I can make a deal with them. Xiao Yingying is really lucky."

Yingmeng flicked her fingers in the air, and the map fell in front of the slave next to her. "It's right here."

An Lizard is a desert with no natural rainfall in the beast world, controlled by the lizard people. For a long time, the lizard people have been regarded as backward barbarians by the fairy world. However, they are actually an extremely tenacious people and exist in large numbers. If we can

If this piece of land is close to the spirit world, they will get it for free and a powerful army. As for what they want, Yingmeng speculates that it is water.

There is very little information about the beast world recorded in historical records, and no one in the fairy world is boring enough to record the story of the colony.

Yingmeng is quite polite. After all, if you want to talk to others about things, you still need to be polite. Although her so-called politeness is to tell them that she wants to talk to them. As for whether the other party agrees or not, it doesn't matter. It's just a notification. Others don't

Dare to say anything, after all, she has big fists.

Ying Meng came to the place agreed upon in advance, which was a cave.

"It may be a hidden cave, or it may be a place to live in a spiritual mountain." - "Shan Guan Stele"

Shadow dreamed that no one had come yet, so she started wandering around the cave. She looked at the murals on the wall. Each painting told a story. Each story was independent of other stories. Each painting had a unique story.

It's like an independent space running in its own way. But what is her story?

She could choose which painting to look at, but before looking at the painting, she didn't know the story in the painting. Just like her own story, she didn't know which painting it was. She had no direction and no purpose. If she just kept moving forward, maybe

If you go far enough, you can find your own story.

"Xiao Yingying, what do you think?"

"Mr. Wuming, what are you talking about?" Yingmeng smiled mockingly. She turned back to look at the person who interrupted her thoughts. He had silver hair and red eyes shining in the dark cave. He was wearing green leather clothes. It seemed that

This is the person who negotiated with her today.

"You are Andalou."

Andalu nodded and knew that Li Meng had evil intentions. He didn't even bother to say hello. "Tell me, what do you want?"

Yingmeng chuckled and clapped his hands. Then countless rivers and mountains appeared in front of Andalu's eyes.

He let out an exclamation.

When he stretched out his hand to take a sip of spring water, everything disappeared.

"Isn't it beautiful? My intentions are evil, but I can also bring you what you need most." Seeing that Andalu remained silent, Ying Meng smiled. "I heard from Xiao Yingying that your surname is Guiwan.

Nag. This is an ancient text from the beast tribe."

"You know the ancient orc language." A strange excitement appeared on Andalou's face.

"Can't even a ghost guess something like ancient Chinese prose?"

Andalou nodded. "Just like the prophecy said."

Yingmeng smiled. He came here in person not just for an army, but also because she had heard someone mention this place in the ghost training camp in the Southern Immortal Realm. The drawings she later obtained from Sheng Yuan also described it.

Pass this surname.

The Southern Immortal Realm once sent people to the Beast Realm in an attempt to win over some races here. But at that time, they were still relatively weak and could not fulfill some of the promises they made. Therefore, to win over others, they all relied on deception. For example, leaving some legends,

Fables and the like, saying that in the future, so-and-so will appear one day, and then tell a secret code. At that time, this race can be brought out of the darkness.

Yingmeng speculated that the Guiwantian family was one of the people who were attracted at the beginning. Now it seems that this is indeed the case.

The hand of Nan Xianjie is so long. If the hand is so long... it should be chopped off.

Yingmeng slowly walked down the stairs. "I know a lot of things," she said. "I know you have had children. You have lost a lover. You have hidden fears. Your appearance is self-discipline and indifference, but you

But I feel worried and insecure in my heart. I also know that you advocate violence, and you are about to commit violence. I know a lot."

Andalou took a step back, shock written all over his face. "I didn't target you, Lord Wuming." He whispered.

Ying Meng looked at his expression and smiled even brighter. "You mentioned the prophecy and wanted to get an answer. When you came here, you planned to use violence to solve the problem. The weapon should be in your tights."

"Master Wuming, I..."

"There is a very small possibility that you will have a chance to bleed me. But in doing so you will only bring more destruction to your race, and the only glimmer of hope you have left will be shattered."

"Master Wuming." Andalou defended. "This weapon is a gift prepared for you. As long as you can prove it, you are the person in the prophecy."

"But if I'm not that person, I will lose my life, right?" Yingmeng sat on the chair, looking very relaxed. When facing danger, the more relaxed you are, the more fearful your enemies will be.

Now it’s time to see which direction the needle of fate will point.

Slowly, Andalou took out a black short knife from his clothes. The sharp knife glowed sharply under the firelight. There were two red gems on the handle, like the will-o'-the-wisps on the door of hell.

The knife added a touch of shock. The red color shone with mysterious light, like flowers blooming on the other side, tempting people to walk towards the abyss. Ying Meng forced herself not to stare at it all the time.

"Master Wuming, do you know what this is?"

"Death Soul Blade."

"Don't just look at the surface. Do you know what it means?"

What does it mean? Yingmeng tried hard to recall what she heard in the ghost training camp. But apart from the fragrant barbecue, she couldn't remember what else she heard. To be honest, the food in Nanxian Realm is really good. Well, I'm off topic.

.

Shadow Dream tried to remember.

This question will point to two different directions. He brought this knife to see me just to ask me this question, because I have revealed that I am a ghost. My answer will point to two different endings, violent or...

...or what? He needs an answer as to what this knife means.

In the ocean of memory, Yingmeng seemed to hear a voice. "To win over...leave a prophecy...a knife...a symbol...cut off the decay...with a mark darker than darkness...fear...war...death...

… rewrite destiny… the mark of freedom.”

Yingmeng raised his eyes slightly. "It means mark."

Andalou let out a cry. The sound sounded like mourning, but also like cheering. Yingmeng paused. She wanted to say that this knife symbolized the mark code, symbolizing the emergence of ghosts, cutting off decay, and writing new rules. But now all

The messages were warning her not to say that, because the key word was mark.

Mark? Mark.

Andalou was holding the knife tightly in his hand, as if he was ready to use its function at any time.

Then there was the sound of her kebabs being taken away. Damn it! I was too focused on eating and didn't remember the important things at all. Yingmeng was panicking inside now, but she took a sip of tea slowly and calmly. "Do you think

I, knowing the secrets of ancient times and the secret prophecies, would not know what a mark is?"

Andalou slowly put down the knife in his hand. "Master Wuming has lived for too long as a fable. When this prophecy is verified, the shock is inevitable."

Yingmeng shook his head inwardly for the pitiable people. For them, the prophecy is the beacon of hope. For the Southern Immortal World, this prophecy is just a tool that allows them to work hard when the Southern Immortal World needs it one day.

Andalou handed the knife to Yingmeng. "Master Wuming, please put this knife next to you. As long as it doesn't touch blood for a week, this knife will hide itself. This is yours, and as long as you are alive, it will be

your."

Yingmeng put the knife in front of his eyes. It was really sharp.

Then, she pointed the knife at Andalou's heart. Admiring the fear on his face, the fear of death. Ying Meng slowly exerted force, and blood poured out from Andalou's left chest. It was really sticky.

Then she put the knife back, and Andalou's eyes slowly turned white and looked at Yingmeng in horror. "You are one of us." He whispered. "You are that person."

Yingmeng put away the knife. Andalou looked at her blankly. "Sir, you know that those who have seen this knife have only two options: purification or slaughter. You know, my lord."
Chapter completed!