After Ah Xiang left, Xu Xian, who had lost a part of his soul, ran wildly. Soon, he saw Qiantang County in the dark night. Xu Xian was slightly surprised.
Logically speaking, after staying in the Yellow Springs for a month, his body might have been buried outside the city. However, based on his instincts, his body was indeed in the county.
Could it be that after a month, there was no one to bury her body? Xu Xian was puzzled, but he felt lucky. Otherwise, it would be too shocking for him to climb out of the grave.
"Forget it. It's more important to return to my physical body as soon as possible.”
Xu Xian couldn't think too much about it, so he had to go into the city. Along the way, he heard the suppressed moans of men and women, which made Xu Xian feel very embarrassed.
After entering the city, the feeling in his body became more and more obvious. It was like a good rain after a long drought. He kept calling Xu Xian to go back. Xu Xian smiled and looked in the direction. It should be the home of his sister, Xu Jiarong.
"Da da da"
The crisp sound of horse hooves resounded on the street. One could vaguely hear the neighing of fierce horses and the sound of the coachman's whip breaking through the air.
Xu Xian couldn't help but stop in his tracks. Why would there be the sound of a carriage in the middle of the night?
A carriage with three riders suddenly appeared at the corner of the empty street. The coachman in the lead was dressed in military attire and looked aggressive. It was as if flames were surrounding him as he walked like a gale.
A green light flashed in the coachman's hand as he fiercely whipped the horse's buttocks. The armored horse roared at the sky, dragging its huge body like a chariot on the battlefield.
Xu Xian didn't want to cause trouble. He moved his feet to the side, as if he had seen the nobles on TV and the commoners retreat.
"Such an arrogant ghost is truly a ghost hero even in death. I wonder where this malicious ghost came from. Don't tell me the reapers of Hell don't care?”
Xu Xian found it strange. He thought to himself that the next time he saw Ah Xiangdang, he would have to ask her properly. It seemed that the Underworld's hands were not long enough.
Perhaps it was because they felt the aura of this evil ghost, the dogs on the street were all terrified and kept barking, as if they were especially sensitive to ghosts.
Just as the ghosts and deities were retreating, a ghostly figure suddenly appeared out of nowhere. It was in a daze as it walked toward the street by itself.
The ghost in the carriage did not expect such a thing to happen. He tightened the reins in his hands and whipped angrily,"Who's in front of us? Quickly move aside, or your soul will be scattered!”
The ghost on the street seemed to understand, but it didn't. It looked up at the horse in front of it and was so scared that its legs went weak. It actually fell on the empty bluestone road.
Xu Xian saw that the ghost's anger had not subsided. It must have died not long ago and probably did not know that he had passed away, so he wandered around in panic.
"Damn it!"
The horse groom's expression suddenly changed. He desperately controlled the fierce horse, but it was too fast. He could not react in time and rushed forward.
Xu Xian closed his eyes subconsciously. He wasn't a saint, so he shouldn't get into trouble.
A heart-wrenching scream came from the darkness, and Xu Xian's sword-like eyebrows trembled slightly. Even though he was used to seeing the scene of Meng Po Village swallowing evil spirits, he still couldn't help but sigh.
Fortunately, there was no scene of blood splattering three feet after his soul was scattered. This made Xu Xian slightly relieved. He hurriedly walked over and wanted to slip away.
"Young Master, please wait!"
His voice was full of vigor and vigor. Xu Xian subconsciously stopped and saw that there was already a young master from an aristocratic family in front of the coachman.
It must be the owner of Ghost Chariot. He was dressed in a purple python robe and had a purple gold crown on his head. He was tall and slender, but he was strong. If it weren't for his pale face, Xu Xian would never believe that the person standing in front of him was a ghost.
The young Young Master Gui had sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes. He actually cupped his hands and bowed."I am Zhao Chen, the seventh son of the King of Qin. May I ask where this gentleman is from? Where are you going?"
Xu Xian was puzzled. He thought for a moment and remembered that the King of Qin was the emperor's brother. He had been guarding the northern border against the Jin people all year round. His eight sons were brave and good at fighting, but they died one after another.
"No wonder he can hold such a large number of troops. It turns out that he has no more descendants. It seems that this emperor is not a good person!”
Xu Xian muttered in his heart, but on the surface, he quickly imitated Zhao Chen's gesture, as if it was military etiquette, and said,""I am Xu Xian, a commoner of Qiantang County.”
The man who claimed to be the Crown Prince did not take offense at Xu Xian's etiquette. After all, he was already dead, and he did not care about the formalities of the mortal world.
Zhao Chen saw that he was neither servile nor overbearing, and his aura was extraordinary. He stood there as if he had fused with heaven and earth. If one did not look carefully, one would not even be able to sense his aura.
"It seems that you don't know much about the surrounding things. Why don't you follow me to the residence for a chat? I'll tell you about the Yin God Realm.”
Zhao Chen didn't seem to have any intention of leaving. Perhaps he was interested in befriending him after seeing his scholarly aura.
Xu Xian was slightly shocked. It seemed that the world was not so simple. During the day, the Song Dynasty belonged to the emperor, but at night, it was unknown who the Song Dynasty belonged to.
He glanced at the coachman standing behind Zhao Chen. His blood was soaring in the dark night. He was clearly in the body of a ghost, but he was as soul-stirring as his real body. It seemed that this Zhao Chen dared not enter the Underworld. His ambition was not small.
"I'm afraid I still have some things to do today. My soul has left my body for a long time.”Although Xu Xian was curious, he didn't dare to forget the important matter and could only refuse.
Zhao Chen's tiger eyes flashed as he glanced at Xu Xian's three Life Lamps. Although they were flickering like candles in the wind, he was envious. How nice it would be if he was still alive!
Then, he laughed heartily and said politely,"It seems that it is indeed inconvenient for you today. Do you want me to send you off?”
Xu Xian glanced at the carriage that was lit up by ghost fire and thought that it was a good treasure. He smiled and said,""There is no need to trouble the prince for the next few steps.”
At this time, Zhao Chen couldn't stop him. Instead, he took out a token from his pocket and handed it to Xu Xian.
"Mister Gu Guan is missing one of his seven souls. I don't know which demon god attacked him. If you want to get back this soul, you can come to the mansion outside Gu Qitang Pavilion. In the Great Song, I can be considered to have some say.”
Xu Xian couldn't refuse, so he reached out and took the token. He saw a fierce Taotie with a cold ghost fire lingering around it. It must be this person's token.
Xu Xian didn't know how powerful this person was compared to the Underworld. He looked at the black python behind him. It had a single horn on its head and a monstrous ghostly aura. He was a little confused.
However, hearing this person's tone, Xu Xian felt that there was something strange about it. It seemed that there were still secrets in the Great Song tonight.
"Thank you, prince. If you have any requests in the future, I will definitely visit you!”
Although Xu Xian didn't want to deal with this person, he still gave him enough face.
"Alright, but it's best if you go to my mansion at night. It's not so easy to find it during the day.”
Zhao Chen bowed again, then got on the ghost carriage and left. Xu Xian was secretly curious. This ghost prince was probably full of evil ideas.
Xu Xian stared at the ghost chariot for a long time, then turned around and left. The Taotie Token lay on the ground alone, as if it had been forgotten.
The King of Qin, Zhao Gan, had eight loyal sons. According to rumors, they all died on the battlefield and sacrificed their lives for the country. Only the King of Qin was left to resist the Jin cavalry in the north.
Xu Xian sneered to himself. Did the prince of the King of Qin need to go to the front line and die? This nonsense could only fool ordinary people, but the Great Song was probably not as peaceful as it seemed. Undercurrents were surging.
Zhao Chen's tiger eyes were full of energy in the ghost car. He did not feel angry at Xu Xian's refusal.
"He actually threw this prince's token in a corner. Could it be that the [Shuidiao Ge Tou] in the hands of the Sun family's young miss has something to do with this wonderful person? It seemed that his eighth brother had kicked an iron plate. There was going to be a good show!”
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