Dusk Returns to the Ruined Building

Everything in the world is nothing but a play, so why should we take it seriously? But in this world of cannibalism, if we don’t take it seriously, we will die!

At the long pavilion in the twilight, sacrifice one piece for the gain or loss to gain a complete victory!

Murong Lunbo was defeated again because he couldn't bear to give up that piece!

"Junior has learned a lesson!"

Murong Lunbo stood up and walked to the edge of the pavilion, looking somewhat lonely and heavy.

"Everyone says that Murong Yanbo, the Lord of Youzhou, is ruthless and cruel, thirsting for the blood of his son and killing his father. Everyone is stupid!"

Murong Lunbo did not respond. It was not that he did not have the courage to give up, but that he simply could not give up anymore. What was the point of winning the world's game for a lonely man?

Ji Xuanyan in black stretched lazily!

"Oh, I'm exhausted tonight. Just a reminder, tell the people from Kongxu Mansion to stay away from me, or else don't blame me for being rude!"

"Senior, you misunderstood me. Someone sent a message, and I just came here to try my luck!"

A piece of paper flew out of Murong Yanbo's hand and landed on the chessboard, but Ji Xuanyan in black didn't even look at it. She stood up and walked out.

Murong Yanbo was stunned for a moment and said softly:

"Senior, could you please tell me how you discovered my relationship with the Valley of No Return?"

"Hehe, you should ask who Bugui Valley chose? Everything in the world is nothing but a joke. You're the one taking it too seriously!"

Ji Xuanyan in black left.

Inside the long pavilion, Murong Lunbo couldn't calm down for a long time. He had never told anyone about the matter of the painted saint, but Ji Xuanyan in black meant that Bugui Valley had leaked it himself. How was this possible?

Murong Yanbo was a little confused. Was the black-clothed Ji Xuanyan's performance real or fake? And who was she performing for?

Murong Yanbo turned his head and looked at the note on the chessboard. After a long moment, he said in a cold voice:

"Come here, have you found it?"

Outside the pavilion, a man in a black nightgown knelt on one knee.

"Reporting to the Patriarch, the deceased are the Painting Saint and the leader of the Yanmeng Sect. The person who sent the message has not been found!"

"Useless! Call Ghost Pavilion and tell them to strengthen the protection of the young lady!"

"Yes!"

"Has Ning Menghuan been found?"

"In the north of the city, the head of the Shadow Hall, Helian Xiaoyue, has gone to look for it!"

"Cut off all ties with the Valley of No Return. All those connected to the Valley of No Return must lie dormant. Do not move without my order!"

"Yes!"

Murong Yanbo waved his hand.

"Subordinates resign!"

Murong Lunbo sat directly next to the chessboard. He was tired. Every time he played chess with Ji Xuanyan in black, it felt like he was going through a life-and-death crisis.

Murong Yanbo looked at the chessboard for a long time, then sighed:

"Xixi, since your father can't bear to leave you, then I have no choice but to test the situation myself!"

After Murong Lunbo finished speaking, he stood by the pavilion again, looking in the direction of Youzhou with a serious expression. He seemed to be making some decision and was very hesitant.

The night is as cold as water, and the blood is as cold as ice!

"Yin Tang, please go back to Youzhou and tell Madam that she can return to Youjianmen. After that, you can go to Yanquan and protect Xixi full-time!"

On the top of the pavilion, a man suddenly appeared out of nowhere. He had long hair and his face could not be seen clearly. He seemed to be holding a fan in his hand.

"My Lord, what will you do?"

"With Kongxu Fu accompanying me, no problem!"

"My Lord, should I...should I send someone else?"

"Yin Tang, Xixi is my hope. I will feel at ease only when I hand her over to you. Take this to my wife!"

The man on the top of the pavilion left, holding a token in his hand. There was a tear on the token, which he had just dropped.

"Ji Qingyun, Ji Qingyun, why can you abandon your own son?"

Murong Lunbo disappeared into the dark night, but his voice drifted in the wind.

The wind started to blow outside the pavilion, and it blew the piece of paper off the chessboard. There were only four words on it:

"The Painting Saint is in danger!"

The note was picked up by someone, the woman wearing an eye mask, Mo Qu. She was looking for Shen Yichen and also for the mysterious white-haired woman.

Mo Qu looked at the chess game on the table, then glanced at the note, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he muttered to himself lightly:

"With your lousy chess skills, you still managed to beat Murong Lunbo. Looks like you haven't been playing the piano lately!"

Mo Qu shook her head and left. Although she only saw Murong Yanbo's receding back, Mo Qu knew that the chess game was played by Ji Xuanyan in black because she was very familiar with him!

Mo Qu also knew another secret. The note was written by Ji Xuanyan in black. As for the purpose, Mo Qu didn't know. It had nothing to do with her.

That night, the Jianying Holy City was very quiet, but the city walls were very lively.

The people in the three ques of the Xuantian Sect, namely Jinglingque, Tianluque and Miaoxique, were all caught in a deadly battle. The Xuantian Star Array also appeared. None of the people from the Ming Realm could escape from the Jianying Holy City.

The people, spirits, and monsters from the Dark Realm were either killed, or returned to Jianying Holy City with serious injuries, or retreated directly into Jianying Holy City.

After a night of fierce fighting and bloody battles, the Xuantian Sect suffered heavy losses. When the morning light rose again, those who saw the sunrise were so excited, but at the same time, there was a hint of bitterness in their hearts, as the corpses of their companions were all around them!

On the rooftop of a building near the holy city wall, Wan Ning was riding on the shoulders of a strong man, and both of them opened their eyes at the same time.

"Killing is not fun, but you can still sleep. Something is not right. What the hell is going on in the Night Realm?"

"Auntie, you should go to the north of the city to find my eldest brother!"

"Give me a reason. I can't go to him for no reason, right?"

"My neck hurts. Is that a valid excuse? I carried you every day in the Dark Realm. Now that we're in the Beautiful Human World, it's time for my big brother to take over!"

"Wan Er, stupid and stuttering, I don't want to talk to him!"

"My eldest brother stopped stuttering, and we've remembered a lot of things!"

"Really? Don't lie to me!"

"Auntie, even if I were to lie to that old man, I wouldn't dare lie to you!"

"Okay, take care and don't die!"

After Wan Ning finished speaking, she looked back at the walls of the Holy City and whispered:

"The Xuantian Sect probably can't hold on. You'd better hurry to the gate of the Dark Realm as soon as possible. Leave these small fry to the Xuantian Sect. If someone powerful comes from the Dark Realm, Brother Gua might be in danger!"

"Okay, okay, okay!"

The strong man hurriedly put Wan Ning on the ground and nodded continuously, as if he would do whatever Wan Ning said.

"Wan Er, come on, I'm rooting for you! Hey, that's the clothes. Wear them more often in the future. It's winter now, and if you're only wearing underwear, people who don't know you might think you're showing off your muscles. Nowadays, people like handsome guys like Gua Gege, not strong men. You should clean yourself up, wash your face, shave, and put on some powder!"

The strong man fell to his knees with a thud!

"Auntie, I've taken note of it. Please lend me some money, and I'll do whatever you ask!"

"Wan Er, you useless thing! I'm going to find Han Da. I'm leaving this book for you. You can make a lot of money with it!"

Wan Ning threw the booklet to the strong man and left. The word "escape" would be more appropriate to describe her. Wan Ning was afraid that the strong man would ask her for money.

The sturdy man watched Wan Ning disappear before he dared to stand up. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and muttered to himself:

"My aunt, she's finally gone. We are bandits, and you are the bandit's aunt!"

The strong man picked up the pamphlet and read quietly:

"'Brother Gua's Private Affairs with Women'. Hey, am I writing a romance novel? This will definitely be a big seller! No, no, I have to use this book to extort money. Who knows which king will come tomorrow and how much he will pay for it?"

The burly man carried a long sword and held a booklet as he walked towards the endless abyss of the Sword Ying Holy City. He didn't even read the contents of the book.

This is the second of the two heroes of Qihui Mountain. He has returned to his old ways and started robbing people from the Dark Realm. No, he is robbing the king from the Dark Realm. But this time he may be robbing with his life.

Of course Wan Ning went to find the boss, but she had a headache. Wan Ning felt that if the boss really didn't stutter, it would be no fun.

"The six yao only returned to their souls, not their bodies. How did they both wake up? What went wrong?"

On the way north, Wan Ning was talking to herself. She decided to go find someone first. Although it might not make much sense, Wan Ning still wanted to give it a try.

Wan Ning was walking alone on the long street when she heard shouts from behind her.

"Wan Ning, where have you been? I've been running around looking for you for so long that my legs are almost broken!"

Wan Ning looked back and exclaimed in surprise:

"Why haven't you left Jianying yet? Are you looking for death? Oh, is it the Xuantian Sect that won't let you go?"

The morning glow dissipated with the wind, the dark clouds returned, and the sky over the Sword Ying Holy City changed again!