Chapter 70: The Return of the Throne

Chu Wanning was not going to be a soft touch, he saw a flash of gold and Mo Ran could see a weapon of some kind passing through his hands, but the weapon was quick to withdraw and release, and in an instant, it strangled Xiaoman's hands and cut off his wrists.

Xiaoman stumbled backwards, shrieking, and now he had lost all but one of his feet and both of his hands.

Chu Wanning stood up, seemingly furious, his face hardened to an unprecedented level, and for a moment he seemed to want to say something, but his lips moved, and finally, seemingly speechless with anger, he turned away angrily.

Mo Ran rushed over and picked him up, "Brother, how are you? Are you hurt anywhere?"

Chu Wanning shook his head in his arms and did not say a word, so disgusted that he could not speak.

But this Xiaoman is still a man who lived more than two hundred years ago, and this one is just a puppet derived from him. Chu Wanning wiped away the blood spatter on his face and whispered to Mo Ran, "As you can see, I may not be able to survive here, so why don't I go out with you to face the battle? With my skills, I won't hold you back."

Mo Ran had only heard Xue Meng talk about his younger brother's abilities, but he had never seen them before. But what had happened just now had really opened his eyes.

"You're great, yes, but..."

Chu Wanning said, "I know how to use the various blades and I can give you some pointers."

"But."

Chu Wanning lifted his eyes, "Just trust me on this one."

""

"Brother."

Chu Wanning's original intention was to deepen the earnestness of his tone, but the child's brittle voice was so soft and sweet that it sounded as if he was pampering himself.

Mo Ran was stunned, and then scratched his head in a tangled way, burying his face in his palm for half a day before saying, "Well, mostly I'm afraid it's your what?"

For the first time in his two lifetimes, Mo Ran felt that this person was as close to him as he was to his brother.

When Mo Ran hates someone, he hates them to the bone, but he is extraordinarily soft on those he cherishes, so he scratches his hair for a few days, then crouches and raises his eyes to look at Chu Wanning, and the tips of his ears turn red.

If only I had a brother, I wouldn't be so lonely.

Eccentric Chu Wanning saw Mo Ran's reaction, hesitated for a moment, and then tried to whisper again, "Shifu."

A senior brother is not the same as a senior brother and is even more gracious.

Mo Ran held her forehead, feeling a little overwhelmed: ""

Chu Wanning gave him a long, meaningful look and knew his weaknesses well enough.

""

"Brother."

""

" Brother Mo Ran."

"Aaaaahhhh ok ok take you take you stop screaming" Mo Ran jumped up, rubbing goose bumps and blushing, "Go go go, you come with me, you're good, you're the best. Oh my god."

Chu Wanning, with his hand in his hand, turned his head slightly sideways and smiled lightly, "Let's go."

As he walked slowly towards the door, Mo Ran's whispered muttering came from behind him, "Where did you learn that trick, it's killing me, ouch."

Chu Wanning had been in a very bad mood after seeing what had happened to Chu Xun, but now he felt that the gloom in his chest was fading. Suddenly he heard Mo Ran ask, "Oh yes, what did my brother want to tell me just now?"

Chu Wanning turned around and said very calmly, "Ah. That one."

"Hmm."

"I forgot."

""

"I'll talk to Mo Ran's brother when I think of it later."

"Ahhhhhhh don't don't call it Brother just call it Brother" Mo Ran waved his hands.

Chu Wanning's eyes were as deep as a pool, and a smile was on his lips as he said, "That's good. Brother, it's about time. This illusion is made from the memories of those who survived. The Ghost King should be coming out soon."

"Also if you defeat him, you'll be able to get out, right? I'll make sure to investigate and see who has materialized the illusion to take both our lives."

Chu Wanning nodded, "Fortunately, when the Ghost King fought Chu Xun earlier, I could see that this Ghost King was not a very powerful character, probably the weakest of the Nine Great Ghost Kings. Although this place has been actualised, I think that my opponent may have really treated me like an ordinary six-year-old child, and he didn't expect me to help set up this illusion."

Mo Ran nodded his head as he listened and said, "Good."

Chu Wanning said, "So instead of saying that the person behind the curtain wants to harm us, he has never counted me in from the beginning. The only person he wanted to harm was actually you, senior brother."

Mo Ran nodded his head even more: "You make a lot of sense."

"When we get out, you must tell Xue Meng clearly about this, there is something sinister in this Peach Blossom Yard, so you must be careful about everything. All right, let's not talk about that, let's go, I won't hold you back, please lead me out of the trap."

Chu Wanning predicted it well.

By cinnabar time, the massacre in the city had come to an end.

The edge of the sky suddenly splits into a blood-coloured slit, and green smoke scatters into the market place, condensing into a hunched man.

The man's eyes are red and his skin is white, half of his body still covered in flesh and blood, half covered in white bones. He walks through the ancient city of Lin'an, dragging a large black banner, absorbing the grievances and pain of the newly dead along the way.

Mo Ran took refuge in the shadows and got a good look at his face.

"It's him."

There was a hint of gratitude in his voice.

Chu Wanning understands what this celebration is all about, but since he is not going to identify himself at the moment, he can't know too much as a six-year-old.

So he feigned ignorance, looked up and asked, "What"

"Your guess is good, the nine kings of the ghost world, with their strengths varying, the weakest of them should be this one." Mo Ran stood sideways by the Xuan window, watching the figure approach from afar, and whispered, "We are not out of luck."

"What are the chances of winning, brother?"

"Ninety percent, well, you can never say too much."

Chu Wanning then smiled.

Of course he knew that there were nine great ghost kings in the ghost world, with the "Skeleton Emperor" being the weakest, but strength is relative. At Mo Ran's age and experience, even with Shenwu at his side, it was still too much for him to handle the Skeleton King alone.

But the man who tried to get Mo Ran to do it didn't count on the fact that it wasn't just some random kid at the top of death and life, but Chu Wanning.

"Help me."

The two men were about to break through the door and kill each other when they heard a faint sound behind them.

"Ah, he's alive" Mo Ran's eyes widened and he turned around to see Xiaoman curled up in a ball.

"I don't want to die daddy I don't want to"

Chu Wanning looked at the teenager who was like a ragged ball of linen and shook his head, "Back then, this man should have died when he entered the house, but in this illusion, the reason he was still alive was probably because we hid here and got rid of the zombies that were after him, changing things in the illusion a little."

"Alas, if he had not rebelled, do you think Chu Xun would not have died two hundred years ago, and Lin'an might not have been a ruin?"

"Maybe."

But they both knew that no matter what they said, the past was gone and what mattered now was to defeat the Skeleton King and get out of the illusion. Without further hesitation, Mo Ran and Chu Wanning swept out of their hiding place, killing all along the way without showing any weakness.

Getting out of the imaginary realm was easier than they thought.

Mo Ran's aim was clear and he soon engaged the Skeleton King. But as he watched the two go at it, Chu Wanning felt a vague sense of unease.

The unease wasn't because Mo Ran was losing ground, in fact Mo Ran had been steadily gaining ground under his tutelage, but Chu Wanning was becoming increasingly aware of

The man hiding in the shadows had the situation under control with just too much precision.

In other words, the man had clearly calculated that it would be extremely difficult to escape from the illusion if Mo Ran and another person with mediocre qualifications were trapped here. But he did not use more powerful means to kill Mo Ran, clearly not wanting it to be known that this was a premeditated murder. Instead, they wanted to create the illusion that Mo Ran had died in the illusion because of an accident during the trial.

Who orchestrated Mo Ran's death?

Is it really the fake Gouchen from Jincheng Lake?

Chu Wanning watched Mo Ran and the Demon King battle it out, and as time went on, Mo Ran had the upper hand. It was getting light and the Demon King's power was waning, soon to be too much to hold on to and the winner was decided.

But just then, Chu Wanning saw a face of a living person in the midst of the ghosts and zombies blocked by Mo Ran's spell.

"Who."

The man was far away, mingling among the corpses, wearing the hood of a cloak, half his face shrouded in shadow, revealing only a pointed chin, sweetly coloured lips, and a tube of softly curved nose.

With just one glance, Chu Wanning could tell that this man was not behaving like the Hollow King of two hundred years ago. When Chu Wanning noticed him, he smiled slightly, then raised his hand and drew it twice around his neck in a gesture similar to a "kill".

Chu Wanning cursed and swept across to tackle the man.

But the man was still smiling, his lips red under his hood, his teeth white, and he made a gesture towards him that looked very much like "goodbye".

Dodged and didn't go.

"Stand still."

To no avail, the day dawned bright and the layers of fish belly white tumbled up.

The fight between Mo Ran and the Demon King ends with a final strangling blow. When the Demon King's head is strangled by Mo Ran's hand, and the blood gushes out, the scene before us is swiftly swept up, and the bodies of Chu Wanning and Mo Ran are suddenly thrown up, and the sunrise and broken walls of Lin'an from two hundred years ago become a vague and strange shadow.

"Bang".

By the time Chu Wanning had fallen back to the ground, he had returned to the Cave of Trials.

Mo Ran has also returned and is falling beside him, covered in blood from the struggle. He himself, however, is not badly injured and is lying on his side, apparently unable to get up, with only one dark eye looking sideways at Chu Wanning beside him.

After a moment, he raised his hand and took the tip of his finger and gently touched his forehead.

"Come on out."

Chu Wanning ummed and ahhed, but his face was hard: "I just, saw a man inside."

"What."

"It's suspicious, it would be the same person who cast the spell."

Mo Ran got up with a grunt, eyes wide, "You saw him, you saw him, did you see who he was?"

Chu Wanning frowned and shook his head, "He was wearing a hood, I couldn't see him very well, but he looked like a man, not too old, thin, with a sharp chin."

There was half a sentence left unsaid.

He felt that this half of the face looked vaguely familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere a long time ago. But then he thought it was just his own illusion. After all, it was only the lower half of the face, and there were so many similar people that it was hard for him to tell for a while.

As he mused, he felt Mo Ran tap him on the shoulder.

"Shifu."

"What's wrong?"

"Look over there."

Mo Ran's voice was a little low and faintly cool.

Chu Wanning looked up and followed the direction he was pointing.

It is eighteen.

At the entrance to the Cave of Trials, the eighteenth girl, her eyes blazing, hangs from the top of the cave, her feet in satin embroidered shoes wobbling and swinging in mid-air.

She was dead, there was no wind here, and by the way she swayed, her killers should have just left not long ago.

But the thing that turned Chu Wanning and Mo Ran on the most was the murderous weapon that was strangled tightly around her neck.

It is a willow vine.

The leaves are cut like swords, with a blazing red glow flowing around them and occasional tongues of fire bursting, splashes of starbursts and blood falling together.

Hell.

The one who strangled 18 and left her hanging from the top of the cave was a godly soldier who saw a ghost