This villain has become a ghost

Nangong Mingzhu suddenly opened his eyes, but the mist in his eyes and the palpitations in his heart had not yet disappeared.

It was like a dream, and he saw the experiences of a girl over the past ten years.

Her life is actually very ordinary.

There is no flash of swords and sabers, no bloody killings, no conspiracy and calculation...

...But such an ordinary life, with its invisible sadness, left scars in her young heart.

He watched her grow up slowly, become stronger slowly, change her destiny slowly, and become excellent and powerful slowly...

She is strong-willed and has created a bright future for herself.

Nangong Mingzhu felt a dull pain in his heart, as if it was blocked. Feeling the real and heavy heartbeat in his chest, he realized that he had returned to his original form.

He quickly stood up and immediately searched for Yue Liuyun with his eyes, but he could not find her figure.

A night of complicated dreams made his voice a little hoarse.

"Moon Flowing Clouds?"

No one responded.

However, when he turned around, he saw her curled up on the bed, her face pale, her eyes closed, her brows furrowed, her lips pale and dry, and her body as fragile and weak as a dead leaf.

The originally fair skin was now translucent, and the palms were even slightly transparent and were slowly disappearing.

Nangong Mingzhu's pupils constricted, his breathing choked, his heart seemed to stop for half a second, and a bone-chilling chill swept over him.

"Someone is coming."

Shi Xing walked in from the door with his body hunched. When he raised his eyes respectfully, he was frightened by the emperor's low and terrifying aura and almost fell to his knees.

The emperor's face was gloomy, with a terrifying and fierce look in his pupils. The bottomless darkness and the coldness of September were condensed.

"...Go and ask for the Imperial Master, quickly."

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The palace servants guarding outside were feeling uneasy. Although the emperor was moody, he was at least diligent in his work. No one knew what had happened today that he didn't even attend the morning court.

The Imperial Master was summoned in such haste, and his expression was so frightening. Could it be that the Imperial Master had made some mistake? But the Imperial Master was either staying in the Tianji Pavilion or in Zhongding Mountain. What could he have done wrong?

Inside Qinghe Palace.

"...No, her soul is too weak," Ling Chaomian said anxiously, looking solemnly at the unconscious Yue Liuyun. "Her soul is not compatible with your body. Even in her own world, her soul can't last long, let alone in another world..."

But this is too fast.

She had clearly said yesterday that the system would find a way to save her, yet today she was so weak...

In her current state, she was very close to dissipating. How could she possibly hold on until the system found a way to save her?!

"Do you have any solution?" asked Nangong Mingzhu.

It was impossible to tell what his expression was, but I felt that a storm was about to come. The atmosphere was extremely depressing, making people tremble unconsciously.

Ling Chaomian had rarely seen him show his emotions over the years. He didn't know when it started, but he was so good at planning and rarely made mistakes, his emotions hidden so well that no one could see them.

Ling Chaomian looked at Yue Liuyun sadly, his eyes red, and sighed: "I..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by another voice.

[Luckily... I arrived just in time. Don't worry, I have a solution.]

Jingtan's voice sounded in the minds of both of them at the same time. He didn't know what he had experienced. He was panting and seemed very tired.

The inexplicable voice startled Ling Chaomian. After hearing what he said, he suppressed the words "Why not, monster, tell me your name" in his throat.

Although Nangong Mingzhu knew about the system's existence, his expression grew even darker. He closed his eyes, trying to soften his tone, and asked, "...no matter what, I beg you... to save her."

Jing Tan was shocked to see this great devil speaking to him in such a tone, and he quickly said:

[Your Majesty, please don't say such things. This is what I should do.]

[Also, I think... the Imperial Master seems to have a solution, perhaps... it agrees with my idea.]

Seeing that Nangong Mingzhu showed no hostility towards this voice, Ling Chaomian slowly said, "...I do have a way, but..."

Nangong Mingzhu inexplicably felt that this "but" was very annoying. He rubbed his temples, calmed himself down, and waited for his next words.

"...but it may require you to make some sacrifices." Ling Chaomian continued.

Nangong Mingzhu asked, "Do you want me to die?"

Ling Chaomian said, "That's not the case."

Nangong Mingzhu said: "Then why are you hesitating?"

Ling Chaomian said: "Because this process is quite painful."

Nangong Mingzhu looked at him and said, "Do you think I am the kind of person who is afraid of pain?" and was about to speak.

But unexpectedly, the next second, Ling Chaomian continued to speak:

"I was afraid you wouldn't agree, so I planned to persuade you slowly. After all, compared to your life, I think I hope Miss Yue can live more."

Nangong Mingzhu: “…”

Perhaps because he had been with Yue Liuyun for a long time, he felt that Ling Chaomian seemed to have become a bad person.

Nangong Mingzhu cast his gaze at the girl who was curled up in a corner, her soul weak and no longer having the vitality of the past. He recalled the scene in his dream where he saw the little girl sitting alone on the cold stone steps, crying stubbornly, and his heart suddenly became more depressed.

He said, "So what is the solution?"

Jingtan said:

[As for the method, it may be a bit cruel to you, Your Majesty.]

The problem Miss Yue is facing now is the incompatibility between her soul and body. Actually... the previous system had already anticipated that this crazy plan might have flaws. To prevent innocent lives from being sacrificed in this world, he left behind a method. This time, I went to headquarters and finally found the "method" he mentioned.

[Using your majesty's blood as a guide, supplemented by the soul-casting grass left behind by the previous system of Zhongding Mountain, her soul will be tempered. From now on, her soul will slowly recover.]

[This process requires Your Majesty to provide a constant supply of blood. You are very likely to die from excessive blood loss.]

Nangong Mingzhu said calmly: "It's not that easy for me to die."

It's just stabbing himself, he is familiar with this.

Ling Chaomian said, "I'll go get the Soul-Forging Grass."

[No, I've already got it.]

As soon as he finished speaking, an ordinary-looking grass appeared beside the bed, with clear dew on the tip of the grass.

Although Ling Chaomian had the title of national teacher and could peek into destiny, he had never seen such a magical thing before, and he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

He wondered if this was the magic that Miss Yue was talking about?

Although there was hope of saving the person, Jing Tan began to sigh again:

[But... Your Majesty, do you know what I originally thought of? ]

Nangong Mingzhu said calmly, "I remember she said she had a mission to complete, to save my life."

"She may not know, but no one knows better than me why you and Tianming want to save my life."