Liu Buli's conversations with the other soul were always filled with animosity. However, he had grown accustomed to it. Perhaps if the other soul were to speak to him amicably one day, he would find it strange.
Having reached this conclusion, Liu Buli paid no further mind to the other soul. After all, that agonizing sensation had returned. Both souls were too busy dealing with the dual torment of fire and medicinal herbs to expend energy on conversation.
In contrast to their situation,
Lu Wuming, after being crushed by the Ghost King previously, had finally returned to a normal state after more than ten days. He opened his eyes once more.
Upon opening his eyes, Lu Wuming surveyed his surroundings. It was, as he had imagined, not much different. He hadn't even entered the palace, lying instead at the entrance of the main hall, the very spot where he had "died."
Lu Wuming tried to recall what had happened before his death. He found that the memory was inexplicably hazy.
He pressed his forehead firmly with his hand, unsure of his current emotions.
However, before he could even sort out what had happened, a man with a gentle and kind demeanor approached Lu Wuming step by step from not too far away.
Upon reaching Lu Wuming, the man knelt on one knee and bowed respectfully. When he looked up at Lu Wuming again, the man offered a smile. Then he spoke, "Young Master, I didn't properly greet you when I came before. My name is Chu Yi, do you remember me?"
Lu Wuming stared intently at the man for a while.
He seemed to have some impression of him in his mind.
However, those impressions, like his previous memories, were vague and unclear. Yet, he could sense that the man was from the Ghost Clan, and that he held no ill will towards him. As for other matters, Lu Wuming didn't particularly care, so he simply waved his hand and voiced the question that concerned him most, "What's wrong with me now? I feel like I died once before. Why did I die? Who did it, and..."
Lu Wuming paused again at this point.
He felt he wanted to ask a very important question.
But what was that question?
The words were on the tip of his tongue, yet he couldn't utter them. He couldn't even articulate what he wanted to ask, or who he wanted to worry about.
It was as if his subconscious persistently told him that there was someone he needed to be concerned about. The existence of that person surpassed his own, holding a unique place in his heart.
Whenever he thought of this existence, a voice seemed to tell him that this existence was named "Ghost King."
It seemed that things were meant to be this way.
After all, the Ghost King was his father.
It wasn't difficult to understand why he held his father in such high regard.
But it was wrong.
Even though every cell in his body and every detail in his mind insisted that the person he needed to care about was the Ghost King and no one else, in a certain corner of his heart, a voice still cried out, saying that the person he worried about was not who he thought it was.
But who that person was, he simply couldn't recall.
Listening to his questions, Chu Yi offered no response. Instead, he looked towards the palace. Having served by the Ghost King's side for so long, he knew what matters he could interfere with and what matters he should remain silent about. He possessed a basic sense of discretion.
Sensing his gaze, Lu Wuming turned his head to look at the grand hall behind them. He knew his father was there. Since Chu Yi was unwilling to answer his previous questions, he would simply ask his father, who should at least provide him with an answer.
After all, in his memory, his father was a benevolent figure. And for someone so good to him, surely he wouldn't refuse to answer such simple questions?
As if sensing his emotions, the Ghost King quickly responded. He said, "Child, a group of humans came to the ghost city and caused trouble some time ago. Do you remember this?"
Lu Wuming blinked.
He seemed to have some vague notions in his mind, but like other things, they were not clear.
If this were a side effect of dying once, it seemed plausible. After all, recalling his past life, everything seemed to have become somewhat blurred. Like drinking Meng Po's soup after death, as people say? Except his bowl must have been fake.
Since there was no talk of reincarnation, he had returned to his original starting point. Only his memory was somewhat disoriented. He figured that as long as he stayed in a familiar environment, things would gradually improve over time.
Lu Wuming comforted himself in his heart. Facing the Ghost King's question, he thought carefully and slowly nodded, indicating that he did indeed have some memory of the event.
The Ghost King continued, "Do you still remember the person named Liu Buli?"
The moment he heard that name, Lu Wuming felt as if his heart had been squeezed forcefully. It was as if many previously blurry areas were trying to become clear at that instant.
However, this feeling was merely an illusion. Even though he was genuinely trying to recall, in the end, he still couldn't remember anything. Moreover, the feeling of loss was as if a piece of his heart had been hollowed out, causing him extreme distress, making even breathing a luxury.
He remembered the person's face, which was exquisitely beautiful.
But whenever he thought of that person, he felt a twisted sensation in his heart.
He couldn't distinguish what that feeling was.
He instinctively felt that the exceedingly beautiful smiling face hid a heart that was not as beautiful as its appearance.
Furrowing his brow, Lu Wuming spoke, "I remember this person. What happened to him?"
"He is the one who injured you like this," the Ghost King replied. "He is our greatest enemy, and the one who hurt you the most. Chu Wu was also killed by him a few days ago. That person is very dangerous and very detestable. You must be careful."