Liusu is the best inn in Hanqiu City. It is adjacent to the most beautiful lake in the city and surrounded by an ancient willow. It is the quietest in spring and summer. However, in the mid-winter season, the lake ice has not melted and the ancient willows have no leaves. Standing by the window and looking at the surrounding scenery with the stars, you will inevitably feel a little solemn and desolate.

The Hanqiu City under the night is very quiet, without any noisy sounds, and it is even easy to remind people of the cemetery. Wang Po is still in the south of the world and has not returned to Tianliang County. However, the Zhu family seems to have withered until they are digested. Many changes in the world always come so suddenly, which makes people a little caught off guard.

Nanke's voice woke him up from his contemplation, turned around and walked to the bed to sit down.

Nanke took off his shoes and socks and let them go, then put his feet in a basin, lowered his head and rubbed them carefully.

The hot water in the basin is just right, and it won’t be too hot to feel cold after a while. I guess she’s tried it with her own hands, just like those nights at Banya Horse Farm.

During those days when Chen Changsheng was in a coma and was inconvenient to move after waking up, Nan Ke was responsible for feeding and scrubbing his body.

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

"My injuries are almost healed now. Can I do these things myself in the future?"

"not good."

Nan Ketou didn't even raise his head.

She doesn't remember anything now, she only remembers that Chen Changsheng is the most important person to her.

Then she should serve him well, ensure that he lives healthy and recovers as soon as possible.

Chen Changsheng thought for a while and said honestly: "I'm not sure... can cure your disease."

"But you can only cure it, right?"

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

Because the soul broke through, the distance between her eyes no longer widened, but her eyes were still a little dull.

When she was looking at something or someone so focused, it was actually a bit scary.

But Chen Changsheng is already used to it now.

After washing up, Nanke naturally unpacked his luggage, laid his bedding on the ground, but did not go to bed, but naturally took off his shirt and sat in front of Chen Changsheng.

On those nights before leaving the Banya Horse Farm, Chen Changsheng began to try to treat her.

Even though he is a dementia girl now, Nan Ke vaguely feels that being naked in front of a man is not good.

But now she is used to it.

Chen Changsheng's finger brushed over the stone bead, his spiritual sense entered the garden, and he took out the short sword.

Immediately afterwards, he took out a golden needle from the Tibetan front.

As the true energy was poured in, the front of the golden needle trembled slightly, piercing Nanke's skin, which seemed delicate but was actually extremely difficult to break, and penetrated into her meridians.

Over the years, he cured Luo Luo's disease, cured Xuanyuan Po's wound, and cured Jiexiu for a long time. His ability to observe Muwei through the golden needle was much better than when he first arrived in Kyoto, but he still had no confidence to cure Nanke's disease.

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

Through these nights of treatment, Chen Changsheng gained a deeper understanding of the demon's body, and the more he learned, the more incredible he felt.

The bodies of the demons and the humans appear to be very small on the surface, especially royal families like Nanke, but there are huge differences in some aspects.

Those differences are mainly concentrated in meridians, intestines, qi orifices and sea of ​​consciousness.

The demon clan has meridians, but there is no qi orifice, and there is no Youfu.

The most important thing is that the sea of ​​consciousness of the demon race is not a sea of ​​real consciousness like humans or demon races, but more like a ball of light and mist.

The question is, is the light in the fog a fragment of consciousness or some kind of objective existence?

Chen Changsheng was very curious about those lights that were looming but everywhere, because he always felt that he had seen them somewhere.

Unfortunately, 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, unless he is not worried that Nanke will become a real idiot or die directly because of his consciousness invasion, so he cannot see the true face of those lights.

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

Even if Dao Zun and the King of Xiang continue to protect the Zhu family in view of Zhu Luo's love back then, how can a family without a real strong man survive in such a dangerous world forever? Not to mention, the entire continent knows that Wang Po will one day return to Hanqiu City to ask for what he lost back then.

The Wanliu Garden outside Hanqiu City seemed to have predicted the situation today in advance. It burned once a few years ago and burned paper money for itself in advance.

Not far outside Wanliu Garden is the ancestral tomb of the Zhu family. Only the heads of the Zhu family or the elders who have made great contributions are qualified to be buried here.

The stars are very bright tonight, and the tombs and tombstones are illuminated very clearly. If you look carefully at the words on the monument, you should understand the entire history of the Zhu family and the Peerless Sect.

Deep in the tomb group, there was a thin figure, hunched his back, waved his hands vigorously, constantly digging something, and kept muttering something in his mouth.

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

The saliva that spit out of his mouth was extremely fishy and smelled even more smelly than the corpse water in all the dug-out graves.

Yes, this thin hunchbacked man was digging graves. His slender fingernails were covered with soil and rotten corpse flesh. For some reason, he was extremely sharp and could quickly dig a grave. In just half an hour, all seventeen large tombs of the Zhu family's ancestral tomb were dug up by him.

Whether it is a rotten corpse or a bone, it is the best harvest for the thin hunchbacked man.

His eyes glowed, his saliva flowed more, making extremely vague and difficult-to-understand sounds. Only by listening to them carefully can he understand the general meaning.

——You Zhu family is about to perish.

——Then give me your resentment and soul-lost, and I will help you kill your enemies.

The hunchbacked thin man suddenly sat cross-legged, formed a lotus throne, welcomed the stars in his palm, and closed his eyes to meditate.

He used obviously the most authentic national teachings and Taoism, and his expression was solemn and even a bit sacred in the starlight.

But his mouth and nose were crooked, his eyes could not be completely closed, and he looked very ugly.

The most authentic national sacred magic, the most beautiful starlight, and the ugly hunchbacked man.
Chapter completed!