This villain has become a ghost

It was a cold and frosty night, with a solitary moon in the bright sky and all was silent.

The palace lanterns were extinguished, leaving only a few dim lights for nighttime service. Blurry light and shadows flickered, and there were only slight breathing sounds and occasional turning sounds in the bedroom.

Suddenly, a dark shadow like a ghost flashed past the window frame, and the breeze made the candlelight flicker.

In the dim moonlight, the black shadow could be seen. It was a slender man.

He suddenly appeared in the exquisite and luxurious bedroom, his footsteps light as he slowly approached the scattered bed curtains. The person on the bed was breathing evenly, already sound asleep.

Suddenly, a ferocious look appeared on the man's face, and he drew out a long sword with a cold glow. Without any hesitation, he stabbed the person on the bed through the half-open bed curtain.

There was no expected sound of the sword piercing flesh, nor was there any cry of pain from the stabbed person, but instead the sword stabbed into nothingness.

Before the man could react, a low chuckle came from behind the curtain.

Then, a black-clad guard broke in through the window and started fighting with the man. Swords and sabers shone brightly, and murderous intent was rife.

After a long time, the strong and pungent smell of blood filled the air.

The black-clad guard stabbed a bloody hole in the assassin's left leg, placed the knife across his neck, and threatened him not to act rashly.

The assassin's wound was bleeding profusely and he was in so much pain that his eyes were bloodshot, but he clenched his teeth and said nothing.

"Your Majesty, how should we deal with this man?" the black-clad guard asked respectfully.

A pair of slender hands with distinct knuckles grasped the purple-black curtain and slowly pulled it open, revealing a face so handsome that it could take one's soul away, with a faint playful smile in his glass-like eyes.

Nangong Mingzhu sat up lazily and asked casually, "Who sent you?"

The assassin felt a chill on his back and broke out in a cold sweat.

I have heard for a long time that their emperor is cruel and ruthless, and can come up with countless ways to torture people. If you fall into his hands, even death would be a luxury.

I took the risk to assassinate him tonight with the thought that "although this move is risky, the chances of success are great", but I didn't expect that the dog emperor's personal bodyguard would have such high martial arts skills.

Rather than suffering in his hands, it would be better...

The assassin suddenly became determined and stretched his neck forward, hitting the guard's blade, intending to commit suicide.

But the black-clad guard reacted extremely quickly. While retracting his knife, he knocked the assassin down in just a few strikes, leaving him unable to get up.

"Drag him away and use all thirty-six tortures until he confesses." Nangong Mingzhu said with a smile.

"Yes."

The thirty-six tortures developed by the Dog Emperor himself are all extremely terrifying and make people's life worse than death.

The assassin's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly said, "Your Majesty, if I tell you now, will I not be tortured?"

"Of course." Nangong Mingzhu thought for a moment and said with a smile.

The assassin swallowed unconsciously, pursed his lips, and said tremblingly, "Yes...it's the eldest princess!"

"So it's my royal sister..." Nangong Mingzhu didn't look surprised at all, as if he had known about this for a long time, and he smiled happily.

The assassin felt a little creepy when he heard the emperor's laughter, and he couldn't figure out what he was thinking.

The next second, Nangong Mingzhu said slowly: "Okay, Feng Ning, kill him."

assassin:"……"

The assassin was incredulous: "I've already confessed..."

Nangong Mingzhu seemed to explain to him very patiently: "I just said that you don't have to be tortured, but I didn't say that I would spare your life."

assassin:"……"

grass.

There's really nothing wrong with it.

Feng Ning reacted very quickly. He immediately gripped the knife in his hand and pierced the assassin's chest with one blow, sending a chill through his heart.

He pulled out the knife expressionlessly, looked at the bloody blade, threw it on the ground with some disgust, took out a clean handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped his hands repeatedly.

So dirty.

"Your Majesty, what should be done with the body? Should it be thrown into a mass grave as usual?" Feng Ning asked.

Nangong Mingzhu stood up. Under the dim moonlight, he looked tall and slender.

There was a hint of chill in his voice as he said, "Since the Imperial Sister also wants to kill me, I'd like to know what her next plan is."

Was he here to seize his throne and replace him, or was he trying to make the entire court leaderless, or perhaps he had other ideas...

Feng Ning waited quietly for Nangong Mingzhu's order.

He smiled and said, "Feng Ning, imitate this assassin's technique and stab me. It would be best if you could injure me severely without killing me."

Feng Ning: “???”

Are you okay?

If he accidentally killed him, ten heads wouldn't be enough to chop off.

Although Feng Ning had never heard of such an order in his life, he could not disobey the emperor's order. In addition, Nangong Mingzhu was moody to begin with, so he hesitated for a moment and picked up the assassin's sword from the ground.

Nangong Mingzhu said calmly, "I won't say the same thing twice."

The implication was that Feng Ning should not hesitate and do as he said.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me for being rude."

Caught in a dilemma, Feng Ning gritted his teeth, gripped his sword tightly, and stabbed it hard at the point three inches below Nangong Mingzhu's heart.

"Puchi——" was the sound of a sharp sword piercing flesh.

Nangong Mingzhu endured the severe pain and said with a dark look in his eyes: "Next, you should know what to do."

"My subordinate understands!"

Feng Ning drew back the sword, and Nangong Mingzhu pretended to fall on the bed, bleeding profusely.

"Come quickly, call the imperial physician!"

Feng Ning's shout made the entire palace boil, and the originally silent night was no longer dull.

The news that the emperor was assassinated and seriously injured quickly spread.

Feng Ning's sword missed the target and did not penetrate his heart meridian, nor did it take his life.

Nangong Mingzhu firmly believed this while he was in a trance.

But he felt something was increasingly wrong.

Why was it that he could hardly feel the pain in his chest, but instead his head felt like it was exploding with pain, as if a sharp knife was turning in his mind, his body was numb, and his limbs were stiff, as if he was out of control.

After an unknown amount of time, he became very conscious and realized that he seemed to be rising, accompanied by a strong sense of weightlessness.

Then, he looked at the scene in front of him, his pupils constricted.

Why... His body was still lying on the dragon bed, with a royal physician treating his wounds, and Feng Ning also guarding him.

He tried to speak, but only he could hear his own voice. He raised his palm to examine it, and it was paler than usual, almost translucent.

Is his soul...leaving his body?

No matter how much he didn't believe in ghosts and gods, such a bizarre and strange situation still frightened him, and countless speculations came to his mind.

He stared at the imperial physician closely, wanting to know from him whether he was really dead.

The imperial physician frantically treated his wounds and reported to Feng Ning, "Fortunately, your majesty is safe, but your injuries are severe. It will probably take several days for you to regain consciousness."

Life is safe.

That means he is not dead.

After the imperial physician left, Feng Ning stayed outside the bedroom as usual and explained the truth to the princes and nobles who hurried over to visit Nangong Mingzhu.

In the huge but empty bedroom, he was the only one left, his soul.

Nangong Mingzhu's soul stared at his unconscious body on the dragon bed with an unclear expression.

Perhaps, this is just a relatively real dream...

Before he could finish his thought, he saw with his own eyes... his eyes, which were tightly closed due to his coma, suddenly opened!

Nangong Mingzhu's soul: "..."