Becoming a widow for the sake of good fortune? The short-lived prince lived a hundred years

The night was deep and quiet, and the Meishan Restaurant on North Street was pitch black, without a single light. This once bustling restaurant now seemed particularly eerie and silent under the cover of darkness.

This restaurant has been closed for quite some time. The hustle and bustle of the past has vanished like a passing cloud, leaving only the empty building and the stale smell that permeates the air.

Because the restaurant owner was plagued by bad luck and his family was constantly in trouble, he was afraid to continue the restaurant and closed it down. It seemed as if an invisible shadow was looming over the place, making people shudder.

It is such a weird place that even the houses nearby close their doors and windows as soon as it gets dark, and there is no passerby passing by here.

Even the entire street seemed to be swallowed up by an eerie silence. The wind whistled through the empty alleys, making a humming sound, as if a mournful ghost was whispering.

In the middle of the night, a dark shadow quietly appeared on the west side of the third floor. He climbed in through the window, his figure as slender as a swallow.

In the dead silence and darkness, his movements were light and agile, like a ghost.

The moonlight occasionally shone through the gaps in the clouds, illuminating his vague outline, but not his face. A black scarf, the same color as the night, completely obscured his face.

He stood quietly in the darkness for a moment, and then, like a ghost blending into the darkness, he began to wander around the empty restaurant, not knowing what he was looking for.

Floors, behind doors, drawers, even beams...

One room after another.

He was like a persistent treasure hunter, but unfortunately he found nothing.

But he didn't give up. He walked down the stairs. His footsteps on the floor were extremely light, like a cat stalking silently. Each step he took made almost no sound, only the slight rustling of clothes in the silence.

Suddenly, a faint sound seemed to come from the distance, and the sound seemed particularly abrupt in this deadly silence. He immediately pressed himself against the wall, as if merging with it.

"Squeak...squeak..." the sound of mice, followed by the sound of two mice fighting.

The shadow continued to move forward only after making sure there was no other sound.

Second floor, lobby.

The space here is more open, and the darkness seems to have become thicker.

Just as he reached the middle, a figure suddenly appeared behind the pillar, and a clear and crisp voice came out: "Human? Ghost?"

The sound echoed in the empty hall.

The black shadow stopped suddenly. He seemed not to have expected that there would be someone here.

Looking up, I saw the young man, tall and slightly frail, dressed in a dark robe, the hems swaying gently in the gentle breeze. His features gradually became clearer under the hazy moonlight, his eyebrows like ink, his eyes bright as stars, and a few strands of hair casually scattered across his forehead, giving him a somewhat carefree and relaxed look.

The black shadow suddenly floated up without any warning, and landed on the pillar in front of the right. Without seeing him make any movement, it stuck to it, half of its body stuck out, swaying, with its clothes fluttering.

"Tsk!" The young man curled his lips: "So this is how the ghost rumors came about!"

Seeing that the boy was unmoved and not at all afraid of this scene, the shadowy figure finally spoke: "Who are you?"

"Are you willing to talk? Are you not pretending anymore?" Yan Xining looked at the person opposite her: "I should be the one asking you this. What are you doing here pretending to be a ghost in the middle of the night?"

The black shadow glanced at him, wrapped its feet tightly around the pillar, and lightly pushed it, then its whole body shot out, intending to leave.

His movements were as fast as lightning, stirring up a gust of wind and leaving only a blurry afterimage in the darkness. Clearly, he had no desire to tangle with this suddenly appearing young man. Perhaps his goal had not yet been achieved, and he could not reveal his identity here.

Yan Xining laughed out of anger. Because of the tricks played on her restaurant, the local carpenters and masons refused to come to work, forcing her to invite people from other places.

She waited for several nights before she finally found him. How could she let him go so easily?

Yan Xining moved her feet, like a light swallow, chasing in the direction of the black shadow. Her posture was agile, and her speed was not inferior to the black shadow.

The black shadow didn't seem to expect Yan Xining to be so agile.

If you continue forward, you will definitely be stopped.

At this critical moment, he abruptly turned in mid-air, his clothes rustling as he twisted his body. Like a nimble night owl, he changed direction and soared to the next floor. His movements were fluid, and even with this hasty change of course, he maintained astonishing speed and balance.

Yan Xining tapped his feet lightly, and the moment he approached the railing, he cleverly hooked his toes, used the force to rotate his whole body, gathered strength in his arms, and punched the black shadow in the face.

The fist whistled, making a sound of breaking through the air in this silent space.

The black shadow was agile and had extremely quick reactions. At the moment when Yan Xining's fist was whistling towards him, he suddenly twisted his waist and tilted his body at an incredible angle.

Yan Xining's fist brushed past his cheek, lifting a corner of the black mask on his face.

The shadow took advantage of the situation, flipped over, and quickly fell downstairs. But Yan Xining would not give up. She used the rebound force of the railing to chase after it like a swooping falcon.

The shadow landed and rolled on the ground, mitigating the impact. Just as he was about to stand, Yan Xining caught up. She raised her leg and swept it across. The shadow crossed her arms to block, but was still knocked back by the force. His back hit a table in the lobby, causing it to collapse with a loud bang.

The black scarf fluttered down.

He was a young man of about twenty years old, with an angular face and sharp eyes.

Yan Xining frowned: "It's you?"

Isn’t this the man in black who had his purse stolen that day and who chased the thief together?

The man in black failed to recognize her because her disguise today was different from that day.

His fierce eyes were stained with thick ink. He drew a soft sword from his waist. The blade gleamed with cold light, which was particularly dazzling in the darkness. Killing intent overflowed from him.

Are you trying to silence someone?

Yan Xining also got angry.

In her restaurant, this guy first pretended to be a ghost, and now he wants to kill her. This is simply too much.

The man in black had a sword in his hand, while Yan Xining was unarmed, so this battle was particularly thrilling.

The sword of the man in black almost stabbed her several times, but she dodged it with her nimble body. She even managed to fight back when there was room.

But the man in black was extremely skilled, and he wielded the sword with impenetrable speed and murderous intent.

Yan Xining concentrated all his energy and used almost all the combat experience from his previous life.

Several times, the sword almost passed by his face.

If you react even a moment slower, your nose will be flattened.

Yan Xining never knew how to write the word "fear". When faced with courage, he becomes more courageous and advances instead of retreating.

Now, the tables and chairs in the lobby were in trouble.

Yan Xining watched the sword smash the tables and chairs into pieces, gritting his teeth. He couldn't let him go!

It was also during the fight that Yan Xining discovered that she was becoming more and more in tune with this body.

Does this mean that her inner strength from her previous life can also come back?

This guess made Yan Xining excited. Her skills in this life were not as good as in the previous one, so she had been thinking of a way out. It turned out that the way out was to fight a life-and-death battle with a real master?

Suddenly, a flash of white light appeared before her eyes, and the shadowy sword condensed into a line, carrying an extremely sharp murderous aura, rushing towards her brow. At this moment, she was in mid-air, with her old strength exhausted and new strength not yet generated, and there was no way to avoid it.