Originally, Zong Luo planned to stay in the Ghost Valley for about half a month.
The duration of the Wei Country battle was short, and he had to reserve a full month to deal with the possible sudden illness of Emperor Yuan at the end of the year. Regardless of whether Yu Beizhou could escape from death, Zong Luo had already suffered a serious injury from activating the formation and needed some time to recover before he could see people.
This major illness that injured the heart meridian, half a month was obviously not enough. Moreover, Zong Luo was going directly to the battlefield after recovering from his injuries. If he was not careful, he would not only rupture his wound, but also fall into a coma on the battlefield.
As for the battlefield, Zhao Yebai had returned, which finally gave the Great Yuan army some reassurance.
Wei Country had already launched the Shenji Crossbow, and the next step was to show signs of decline, retreating step by step. Half a month’s time, in the battlefield, was just a gap. After both sides were cautious and gained decisive high ground, this little time could not affect the situation of the battle.
So after receiving the letter, Zong Luo planned to recover his injuries in this valley isolated from the world.
The facilities of the Ghost Valley were very complete. The medical hall was built deep in the valley, connected to the snow on the mountain, forming a natural ice cellar. Even the medicine from many years ago could be stored here for a long time. Even for healing injuries, there were special healing panacea and cold jade beds. When Zong Luo was a child, he was often thrown onto it to sleep after getting bruises and injuries.
When Zong Luo was sitting on the futon, the Ghost Valley Master had already passed away.
All the Ghost Valley Masters passed away under the monument at the top of the snow mountain in the main hall. The winding stone steps could only go halfway, and the rest of the way had to be climbed up using the unique lightness skill of the Ghost Valley. If one was not careful and did not step on the right foothold, they would fall into the bottomless abyss.
In the past, this was used to train the disciples’ lightness skill.
All the direct disciples of the Ghost Valley had to walk up the snow mountain once.
Although many people inherited the name of the Ghost Valley Master and gave up their own names. Their master was also a unique weird person among the Ghost Valley Masters. Even if he was going to pass away, he did not want his disciples to accompany him on his last journey.
The Ghost Valley Master only took a lotus lamp up.
When the second day came, this lotus lamp swayed from the mountain peak and fell into the deep blue ice pool below, Zong Luo got up, closed his eyes and concentrated, and struck the big bell in the center of the main hall.
The twelfth generation Ghost Valley Master, fell.
Clang——Clang——Clang——
The ancient bell sound echoed in the deserted valley, long and lingering.
Birds chirped, wild animals scattered, butterflies and small fish, all scattered like birds and beasts.
Originally, Zong Luo had a good plan.
If Yu Beizhou died, he would wait until his injuries were healed, then go to the white bone monument at the top of the snow mountain to kowtow and confess his guilt, take away the relics and inheritance of the Ghost Valley Master, and give them to the next inheritor.
If Yu Beizhou didn’t die, he would clear up the grudges and grievances of these years with him, settle the accounts thoroughly, save his life and return his life, and no one would owe anyone.
However, everything had unexpected outcomes.
The indulgence in the main hall was a terrible start.
In the end, Zong Luo didn’t remember how it ended.
He only remembered being pressed into the cold and fluffy white fur cloak, the world spinning, the corners of his eyes being rubbed until they were red and soft, every inch of his fingertips hurt as if they had been crushed, like a prisoner nailed in the water prison waiting for punishment.
Any corner that tried hard to cover or hide, even if its owner had not touched it much, was all marked with wet bite marks.
Pain, pain, pain.
Because of the lack of necessary preliminary steps, every advancement was torture. This torture to the extreme was not only for one person, but for two.
Yu Beizhou was not much better.
The bloodstains left by his fingernails on his back were all the great achievements left by Zong Luo, the places where the teeth marks were purple and sunken were still seeping with terrifying blood, and his black hair was sticky on the side of his face. It was probably the most injured time in these years besides the Shenji Crossbow.
The narrow coldness in the main hall was forcibly aroused by body temperature, unbearably hot.
The red-hot heavy sword Tai’A turned into the most cruel torture instrument in the world, almost driving people to madness.
The sheath of the Qixing Longyuan sword was straight and tight. Tai’A was a heavy sword, and Qixing Longyuan was a standard light sword. But now, this beautiful and delicate gentleman’s sword, facing the evil sword Tai’A, which was an inch wider in the sword body and had a fierce name in the Great Wilderness, was forcibly expanded to fit perfectly, with blood, and steadily put the sword into the sheath.
From beginning to end, no one spoke, and the suppressed panting covered the contest.
They started from the wooden stairs at the top of the main hall and rolled down one by one.
Outside the main hall, where the cliff was split, the waterfall carried the snow water and the cold chill down, and when it touched the atmosphere in the hall, it turned into a diffuse mist, obscuring people’s vision.
At the bottom of the valley, the deep pool where the snow water converged was unfathomable. Every splash of water falling from the top of the waterfall could smash the flowing water in front to the deeper bottom of the pool, splashing ripples like pearls and jade, stirring up gurgling water sounds, echoing around the empty Ghost Valley.
Cruel diners would never be slow when tasting delicious food, they would only gnaw, swallow, and gulp down.
The saw line was pulled too long. The part that should have been urgent and slow all became rapids.
The crown prince in white was forced to tilt his head back, and his throat moved up and down as he received a series of brutal, savage, and wild kisses. Compared to the first passionate kiss after the reunion, these could be described as gentle.
In the last moment, Zong Luo exerted force to lift his body, biting on the shoulder of Yu Beizhou. The pale lips turned red, and the metallic taste of blood spread in his mouth, as if he was about to tear a piece of flesh from the person in front.
The young man in red stood still, his long, upturned phoenix eyes narrowed, and his slender fingers slid through the moonlight-like flowing white hair, allowing them to fall between his fingers, covering the suddenly bulging veins on his arm.
In a daze, it seemed as if one was not in the deserted Ghost Valley Main Hall, but on the battlefield of golden armors and iron horses, with the sound of swords and drums. Two generals sat on high horses, behind them were dense soldiers. At one command, the horn sounded, and the whole army attacked.
When enemies meet, their eyes would be particularly red.
There was no greeting and intimacy, but more of a sword-to-sword quest for revenge.
The battlefield was filled with smoke and flames, soldiers fell one after another, horses were shot down by meteor arrows, rusty swords and spears were laid across the black earth filled with dirty puddles, and a broken piece of clothing was hanging above, fluttering in the wind.
In the end, only the two of them were left in the field full of corpses.
