This villain has become a ghost

In the dark and deep secret passage, faint light seeps in from the entrance.

A cold breath hit him in the face, and only Nangong Mingzhu's almost faint breathing and footsteps echoed in the passage.

Nangong Mingzhu felt his vision blurry, the poison took effect, and pain eroded every inch of his skin.

Export...Export...

He remembered that there was another exit that no one else knew about.

Nangong Qianshang has already gone to find a miracle doctor, and Jingtan is also looking for a way to save him. The mystery of his previous life has not been solved yet, and he still has a lot of things to do. He can't die here...

Nangong Mingzhu's voice was low and slow, as if he had used up all his strength. He slowly said, "Yue... Yue Liuyun?"

"I'm here, I'm still here, keep going. Don't forget, you promised me that no matter what time it is, you must find a way to live well."

Yue Liuyun choked with sobs and tried her best to support him with her hands, but the sobs passed through her again and again and she was unable to touch him.

Powerless.

It turns out that she is just a lonely soul and can do nothing.

Nangong Mingzhu forced a smile, forced his eyelids open, and said weakly: "...Okay."

The further you go in, the darker the light becomes. The dim firelight shines on the walls, casting mottled shadows.

"Moon Flowing Clouds..."

"……I am here."

The air was filled with a musty smell that made people feel suffocated, and Nangong Mingzhu's steps became heavier and heavier.

He said in a hoarse voice: "Yue..."

Before he could finish his words, he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"...I'm here." Yue Liuyun said in a trembling voice.

The secret passage was long and dark. With each step, there was endless darkness behind and no light in front. A bone-chilling cold and pain swept over.

Only familiar voices pulled him back from the brink of death and hell.

Nangong Mingzhu believed it.

She won't give up on him.

Even though he is only one step away from death, even though he has walked alone for two lifetimes, there is still a lonely soul accompanying him, which is the last ray of light that shines through his darkness.

I do not know how long it has been.

Nangong Mingzhu leaned against the wall and raised his eyes which were almost unfocused.

Suddenly, a little light appeared in front of his eyes and gradually grew bigger. The cold wind coming from the outside world once again intensified the pain in his body, causing him to half-kneel on the ground.

Yue Liuyun's vision was already blurry, and he said in a trembling voice, "It's the exit..."

His hair had become undone at some point, and his long hair was like thick ink, smudged by the wind. His aura was as fleeting as that short, cool night, and his frail face was devoid of life.

He used the knife to support his body and stood up while enduring the pain.

Then, he walked forward step by step.

The halo of light gradually grew larger until it engulfed him.

The wind outside was bitingly cold, solemn and gloomy. The trees had lost their summer splendor, leaving only bare branches that swayed in the cold wind, making rustling sounds.

This is already at the foot of the mountain, and Mount Kyung is not far from the palace.

The air in the forest grew thick, as if it might freeze into ice at any moment. The ground was covered with fallen leaves, which fluttered in the cold wind, making a mournful sound.

In a trance, a crystal and pure white snowflake fell from the sky. It went straight through the white and slender face of Yue Liuyun, leaving no trace, and returned to the earth.

Snowing.

Nangong Mingzhu finally couldn't hold on any longer, lost consciousness, closed his eyes, and fell among the dead leaves.

His long eyelashes were covered with frost, and his handsome face seemed lifeless, pale and fragile. His body was cold, as if it had merged with the falling frost and snow.

"Nangong Mingzhu?!"

The moon and flowing clouds seem to fall into an ice cave.

She lost all her mind for a moment and tried desperately to pull him up, but she watched her hand pass through as if it were nothing, feeling as if she were suffocating and powerless.

Suddenly, the scene in front of her eyes gradually distorted, and she felt a pain as if her soul was being torn apart, penetrating deep into her bones, making her feel like she was dying.

This familiar feeling...

Could it be that because Nangong Mingzhu was already dead, her mission failed and she was sent to her world?

No, she wasn't willing to accept this... She wasn't willing to watch him die like this, she wasn't willing to let all her efforts for so long go to waste, she wasn't willing to just return to her world like this...

In the pain, my thoughts became confused and everything in front of me became blurry, only the pain and the remaining sadness in my heart remained clear.

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The pain faded.

Yue Liuyun suddenly opened his eyes.

All around him was a strange space, a white light rippling like water. There was no sky, no earth, only an endless expanse of white light interwoven together. There were no boundaries here, the white light stretched into the distance, disappearing at the end of the sight.

She slowly stood up and saw two figures not far away.

One of them had a shaved head, a handsome face, skin as white as jade, and bright eyes, like the twinkling stars in the night sky, revealing a kind of innocent purity.

He was dressed in a simple grey monk's robe, neatly tied at the waist, looking plain and neat. He wore a string of Buddhist beads on his wrist, which jingled softly as he walked.

He should... be Jingtan.

The other young man, dressed in a regal blue robe, possessed an elegant demeanor and a handsome face. A scholarly air lingered between his brows, his eyes deep and gentle. His figure resembled a lingering aura of immortality, hazy yet gentle, simple and dignified.

Jing Tan coughed lightly, bent down slightly and said, "Hello, Miss Yue."

Yue Liuyun stared at him expressionlessly.

After a long while, she spoke sincerely, "Master Jingtan, you'd better stand a little further away. I really want to beat you up right now."

Yue Liuyun is a very stable person, but his current mood is extremely bad.

Jingtan: “…”

Yue Liuyun took a deep breath and said irritably, "Forget it. Since I failed the mission, I accept it. Please send me back to my world."

Jing Tan quickly said, "Miss Yue, don't worry, the mission hasn't failed yet!"

“I brought your soul here to tell you this!

Yue Liuyun was stunned for a moment.

She murmured to herself: "It hasn't failed yet..."

Yue Liuyun's eyes were red for some unknown reason. He suppressed his sobs and turned his head away and said, "Oh, so that guy is not completely dead yet."

The young man nodded gently and agreed, "Yes, it can still be saved."

Yue Liuyun took another deep breath, suppressed the bitterness rising in his heart, and said seriously: "Tell me, what's the solution?"

Jing Tan spun the Buddhist beads in his hand rapidly as he spoke, "I watched Bai Chen's history replays over and over again at headquarters, carefully studied his drug-making records, and finally, I searched every corner of the world..."

Yue Liuyun: "Speak to the point."