He said it as if he knew me very well. I didn't answer, and I couldn't recall any memories of him in my mind.

I walked up the mountain and he followed me all the time. Indeed, he felt a little safe.

It was getting dark, and there was no end to that path. I stopped and set up my tent. For the archaeological team, this was something they were good at.

I sat in the tent. The Underworld King followed me all the time. He was also inside. I felt a little helpless. Although he didn't have a body, I knew that he was a man. Furthermore, he was able to see my every move. I really couldn't ignore him.

"Uh … we used to be very familiar with each other?" I asked awkwardly.

He could only hear his gentle voice, "Probably."

It was already pitch black outside. I heard the sound of leaves being blown by the wind. I wonder if Hell King was afraid of the cold?

I thought back, lay in my sleeping bag, and took a nap.

Before I could fall asleep, the sound of withered leaves being trampled came from outside, "Kacha--Kacha--" getting closer and closer to me.

I quickly got up and lifted a corner of the tent on the ground. It was too dark outside. I could only see pairs of shining green eyes approaching me with the sound of withered leaves shattering.

I sat back in my tent and whispered, "Are you still there?"

"Huh?"

I felt relieved for some reason. The sound of footsteps was getting closer and closer. My palms were slightly sweating. Ghosts had no physical body. Those things definitely belonged to the zombie type. If that was the case, they should be targeting the Corpse King's heart in my body.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps abruptly came to a halt. As I expected, although they wanted the Corpse King's Heart, the power of the Corpse King's Heart was enough to make them fear it.

The legends about Xingyun Mountain were not complete. At that time, only a portion of the people had left the mountain, and there were still some who were stationed here.

However, after hundreds of years, those people were still there, maintaining the appearance of zombies. It could be seen that there were indeed terrifying things in Xingyun Mountain.

But why would Ming Jiu put my heart here?

My nerves are tense, constantly recalling all the curses in my memory. I am not afraid of death, but I will never allow myself to stop here!

"Coming." A cold voice.

"What's here?"

Without waiting for me to ask, the tent was torn apart …

An extremely disgusting-looking zombie stood in front of me. I sat in the tent and looked up at him. His face was covered in pus, and red and yellow pus fell down his face. The clothes he wore could no longer be seen, and a stench poured down on his face.

I was about to stand up when some familiar spell usage appeared in my mind.

He rushed towards me, and my body couldn't react, so I could only watch him rush over.

Could it be that he was going to die like this? My heart skipped a beat. Why is Ming Jiu still in my mind?

I clenched my fists. The zombie didn't touch me and flew straight out.

I heard a few gentle laughter: "I will protect you, not afraid."

That tone was like coaxing a child.

"I'm not afraid." I said firmly.

"En, go to sleep. I've set up a barrier. No more zombies will come."

I don't know why, but I have an inexplicable trust in him. He said that he would protect me …

I closed my eyes and searched through the memories in my mind, but there was no memory of him.

There was only Mingjiu, the heart-wrenching and beloved Mingjiu. I seemed to have wet my eyes again, and before I fell asleep, I could hear a long sigh of sorrow.

A peaceful night.

When I woke up again, I got up and saw the black mist next to my sleeping bag turn purple. "You're going to change color again?" I smiled.

The purple humanoid silhouette slowly lifted its head. I felt a gentle gaze on my body, and then it disappeared.

He didn't answer me. I was a little embarrassed and pulled open the tent.

'"

Last night, the zombie collapsed in front of the tent with its limbs wide open, and a pair of rolled white eyes almost popped out.

I hurriedly looked around. Fortunately, there was nothing. Those zombies were not around.

Stepping out of the tent and putting it away, the Underworld King has always been by my side.

"What is your name?" I asked, trying to break the awkward atmosphere on the road.

"You call me Yan Su."

"Yes." I didn't get to the point where I didn't know what to say anyway.

After walking for a while, a white mist suddenly rose up from the entire forest, and his field of vision was only one meter.

The white mist in front of me made me a little nervous. I opened my mouth and shouted, "Yan Su? Yan Su?"

'"Whoosh--" A gust of wind blew past, and the white mist was blown, but the white mist in front of him did not disperse at all.

"Yan Su?"

I didn't get an answer, nor was I prepared to look for him again. I was originally prepared to come alone.

I boldly walked forward in confusion, not knowing where to go.

'Come--' A woman's bewitching voice surrounded me, and I found it familiar.

"Move forward--" As the ethereal girl walked forward, my hands and feet seemed to be no longer mine.

Gradually, it became clear in front of me that a huge tombstone was placed in front of me!

His heart instantly contracted, beating rapidly. Whose grave was that?

I wanted to see more clearly, and slowly moved in. At this moment, the familiar female voice seemed to call out with great sorrow, "Come back--come back--"

I stretched out my hand, unconsciously wanting to touch the tombstone.

A gust of wind blew past, and a black figure blocked my path.

"Muyi!" Ming Jiu roared with extreme anger.

I was shocked. Why is he here?

Ming Jiu grabbed me by the neck. His eyes were filled with rage, yet there was still a trace of heartache in them?

"Are you really going to betray this king?!" He spoke with a cold tone.

"What?" I don't understand. Betray him? If wanting to leave him is considered betrayal, then I really want to betray him.

His hand moved to my neck and slowly tightened, "This king really doesn't want to kill you."

I stared wide-eyed. His body was filled with killing intent. The hands around my neck were constantly tightening. Did he really want to kill me? !

Why? !

Tears are about to ooze out of my eyes. He who has loved me for so long, who has loved me so deeply, wants to kill me?

Ming Jiu's pair of deep black eyes stared straight at me. He gritted his teeth as if he wanted to see something. From time to time, complicated emotions flashed across his eyes.

I was about to suffocate when that hand tightly grabbed my neck and unconsciously clasped onto his hand.

A tear flowed out of my eyes. After exhausting my last bit of strength, I closed my eyes and let go.

Tears fell straight to the ground.

"Cough cough, cough cough." The impact woke me up, ignoring the burning sensation in my throat, breathing heavily and seizing the life force.

If this body dies, I'm really dead …

I lay on the ground and looked up at the black-robed man in front of me. I didn't know when the fog had dissipated. I could see his pale and handsome face clearly. He was also looking down at me. The sun shone on him, leaving a shadow on me.