Your Majesty doesn't know

He Ziyang seems to be walking extremely slowly step by step, however, every few steps, his figure fades away little by little, like a ball of ink that dissolves in water, disappears and then reappears a few feet away, still in the shape of Sui. As he walked, his figure faded away as he walked, and then appeared elsewhere.

In this way, it seemed that he was not walking fast, but it was difficult for He Zichen to catch up.

He Zichen felt like he was fluttering at an invisible butterfly. He was running out of breath and might not be able to catch the opponent's figure, so he finally couldn't help shouting: "Ziyang! Wait for me!"

But He Ziyang continued to walk unhurriedly as if he hadn't heard anything, keeping a close distance from him.

At this time, Sheng Ling rushed over, and He Zichen looked forward, panting heavily, and jokingly said: "You said, is Ziyang playing hide-and-seek with us, or is he showing off his current skills?"

"None of them. He didn't really avoid us, he just didn't let us catch up with him." Sheng Ling looked at He Ziyang's receding back in front of him, and had a guess in his heart, "I think... Ziyang is hope. Let's follow."

"Huh?" He Zichen frowned and thought, recalling that when Ziyang turned around, he seemed to glance at them, obviously aware of their stalking, so...

"It makes sense." He Zichen nodded.

The sky was getting darker and darker, He Zichen and Sheng Ling followed He Ziyang out of Yanggu City, heading west all the way, with a distance of about ten feet between the two sides.

When passing a village, He Ziyang stopped, stood outside the village for a while, as if observing something, and finally walked towards the village.

The village was brightly lit, full of laughter and laughter, and it was extremely lively, as if some grand event was being held.

"It's not right, it's not right..." He Zichen stood looking at the place where He Ziyang was standing now, shook his head, and stretched out his hand to point to the soaring flame, "Look, Sheng Ling."

I saw that the flames were mixed with a trace of black aura, and under the cover of this black, the singing and laughing village also looked a little strange.

"It's demonic energy." Sheng Ling looked at it twice, and he understood.

Of course, He Zichen is no stranger to devil energy, he just wondered why Ziyang came here, could it be...

His heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help blurting out: "Could it be that this is Ziyang's lair? Ziyang...not only became a demon, but also became a demon king?"

"No." Sheng Ling shook his head, motioning him to look ahead.

When He Ziyang walked into the village, the villagers greeted him. He looked very enthusiastic on his face, but his eyes could not hide the strangeness and some vigilance. Obviously, it couldn't be what He Zichen guessed.

After saying it, He Zichen also felt that his thoughts were a little absurd, so he walked towards the village first, and said, "Follow up and have a look first."

Entering the village, the sound of laughter flooded in like a tide. Countless torches were lit in the village, and a huge bonfire was lit in the middle of the open space. Men, women and children sang and drank happily. Some played suona, and some danced around the bonfire.

If it weren't for each of them showing a few faint traces of evil energy, it would seem that they are really happy.

"May I ask where the guest came from?" A middle-aged man with a goatee stepped forward and greeted warmly with a red face, "I am the village head of this village. Since you have come to our village, you should stay and drink How many cups?"

Sheng Ling stared at him with fixed eyebrows, his expression slightly moving.

He Zichen hurriedly bowed his hands and said with a smile: "We came from Yanggu City in the east. It was getting late and we happened to pass by Guicun. We want to stay overnight. I wonder if the village chief can make it easier for us?"

"Convenient, convenient!" The village head was very easy to talk, and immediately agreed, and then glanced at He Ziyang in front of him, and asked, "I don't know who..."

He Zichen nodded and said, "He is with us all the way."

"Okay, I'm going to find someone to ask someone to arrange accommodation for a few guests." The village chief stopped a girl who was passing by with a drink and ordered, "Lan'er, bring two guests to join us. Our bonfire meeting."

"Okay, village chief." The girl nodded and said, then turned to smile sweetly at the two of them, "Please invite the two guests to follow me."

"There's Miss Laulaner." He Zichen hurriedly said, and Sheng Ling nodded slightly.

A few people walked and chatted along the way. According to Lan Er, today's event is because the warriors in the village killed the wild boar that broke into the village a while ago, and held a bonfire party to celebrate. Wild boars stacked on a pile.

After walking a few steps, Lan'er was held back by another girl. The two walked aside and whispered, their eyes shyly and timidly glanced this way from time to time, their appearance was lively and lovely, full of girlishness.

He Zichen nudged Sheng Ling who had been staring over there with his elbow, winked and said, "Hey, these two girls are pretty..."

Just as Sheng Ling was about to say something, He Zichen continued: "It's a pity, how can such a cute girl be a devil... Tsk tsk, so just appreciate it, don't take it too seriously."

His words seemed to be teasing, but after careful consideration, he could hear a trace of sourness.

A few soft smiles appeared in Sheng Ling's eyes, but he said seriously, "I'm not as leisurely as you are, and I'm still in the mood to chat with pretty girls. After all, after midnight... these living people will turn into The walking dead."

"You mean...they are not monsters?" He Zichen was a little surprised.

Sheng Ling nodded, and said: "They are all ordinary villagers, but they have been planted with demon seeds in their bodies, and now they can only see a trace of demonic energy on the surface of their bodies. At midnight, these demonic energy will quickly grow and spread, penetrating their bodies , when the time comes, they will lose all their sanity and become a walking corpse."

He Zichen was dumbfounded when he heard that, and asked, "What do you say that 'demon seed' is?"

"That's the method used by higher-level monsters to quickly cultivate puppets. They plant a trace of magic energy in a special way as a seed in the living body. At that time, the person who was planted would not notice the difference until the magic energy gradually Wrap the heart and invade the brain, it will become a unconscious puppet, driven by a kind of demonic monster."

He Zichen was stunned for a moment, then suddenly remembered something, hesitantly said: "Back then..."

"That's right." Sheng Ling knew what he wanted to say, and confirmed his guess, "Those people were also planted with demon seeds back then, and they have been completely controlled by monsters."

He Zichen glanced at him, was silent for a while, and then smiled wryly: "Why didn't you tell me back then? Do you think I didn't believe you, or...even if I said I believed you, you didn't believe me, don't you care?"

"No..." Sheng Ling wanted to explain subconsciously, but looking at He Zichen's eyes, he couldn't help but look away, and finally admitted, "You are right, I don't think you will believe me. But no Because I don't care, but I... I can't expect you to believe me."

Back then, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the national teacher Sheng Ling killed three ministers who questioned his status on the spot in the court hall, and the three living people immediately turned into a puddle of blood.

The ruthlessness of his strikes and the cruelty of his methods still deter many people after many years.As a result, when Master Guoshi spoke, no one dared to disobey a little bit, and he didn't know whether it was good or bad.

"You two have been waiting for a long time, please follow me."

Lan'er led the two to the fire, found two empty seats and asked them to sit down. She also handed over a pot of wine and said with a smile, "You two guests, have some wine first. The village chief will be back later."

After the two thanked each other, they took their seats. People around were either singing or dancing or talking loudly. The smell of wine and meat was intertwined in the air. It was hard to imagine what it would be like after midnight and everyone turned into walking dead .

He Zichen picked up the jug and took two sips, raised his hand to wipe the corners of his mouth, then turned around and asked, "What should I do?"

He stared at Sheng Ling, feeling a little worried, what if he couldn't pull out the demon seed?In order to prevent monsters from using the villagers' bodies to do evil, do they have to kill these people like they did back then?Turn these people who warmly entertained them into a pool of blood?

Sheng Ling shook his head, with melancholy in his eyes, he said in a deep voice, "There is no way for now."

He Zichen's heart sank immediately. He looked up at these carnival villagers. They were also citizens of Yousheng Kingdom. They didn't know anything about it. How could he do it?

As soon as he turned his gaze, he turned to He Ziyang who was sitting awkwardly on the other side of the fire.

Just at this time, someone handed him a glass of wine, expressing that he would like to toast him. He Ziyang held the wine glass helplessly, struggled for a long time, and finally drank the glass of wine under the enthusiastic gaze of the other party.

He Ziyang was a little surprised that the spiciness and dizziness he had imagined did not hit, and after a while he finally realized slowly - he is just "borrowing" this physical body now, how can he taste it.

This realization made him happy, but also somewhat inexplicably sad.

He Ziyang ignored the sadness, and happily took the next glass of wine, and drank one after another.After all, in the past, he couldn't drink alcohol. Even if he lost his sense of taste, drinking continuously like this is a very novel experience for him.

He Zichen looked at him silently, took a few more sips of wine, felt a little desolate for the first time, if one day, someone forced him to choose between Ziyang and Cangsheng, what would he do?

After thinking about it for a while, he shook his head vigorously again, secretly thinking that he really thought too much, Ziyang and Cangsheng would never stand on opposite sides.But if, if there is such a day...

Then he will never abandon Ziyang!He Zichen thought selfishly.

"Zichen?" Sheng Ling was talking, and gradually realized that the people around him were distracted, so he couldn't help calling softly.

After changing several times in a row, He Zichen recovered from his unfounded assumptions, and looked at him blankly: "Huh?"

"I just said that when midnight comes, we will do this..." Sheng Ling repeated what he said before, and said, "This is related to the lives of so many villagers, we must act cautiously."

He Zichen was delighted that he finally didn't have to make such a difficult choice, nodded repeatedly and said: "Okay, okay, I will do as you say! I will definitely cooperate with you!"

With a plan in place, the two quietly waited for midnight to fall, and glanced at He Ziyang from time to time to make sure that nothing happened to him.During the period, the village head came to them once, told them which family they could stay at that time, and cut roasted wild pork for them himself.

The meat was delicious, but He Zichen was in no mood to eat it.

The evil spirit on the village chief's body was getting heavier and heavier, and everyone in the village except them seemed to be shrouded in a shadow, waiting to be swallowed up.And they still don't know it.

The two were stretched like a bow, waiting for that moment with concentration and breath, not daring to relax a bit.

The moon was rising higher and higher, but the night was getting darker and darker. Midnight finally came.