The Trials of Rebirth

I shook my head and sighed, suddenly freezing and staring at him: “You’re not the Ghost King, you’re not Mu Chuan.”

According to the records, the Ghost King Mu Chuan should be around 3,000 years old now, in the prime of his life. How could he be this young?

“Mu Chuan” heard this, his face darkening: “Susu, I finally grew up. Why do you still only remember my elder brother! You promised to marry me when I grew up, but you’ve forgotten everything and only remember him!”

“I hate you,” he let go of me and sat aside, sulking. “You don’t remember Ya Ya, you don’t remember me, but you remember my brother.”

I helplessly said, “When did I say I remembered your brother?”

He challenged, “If you don’t remember, why did you call his name looking at my face that day at the Ghost Gate?”

I grumbled internally, then suddenly asked, “If you’re not Mu Chuan, where is the real Mu Chuan?”

Following the fragrance of Huahua, I walked to the pavilion, where dappled shadows of flowers and trees intertwined on Qingyuan and Huahua. I sighed silently when a startling voice came from behind: “Susu!”

Hearing this voice, my head buzzed, and I slowly turned around, greeting expressionlessly: “Mm.”

Mu Yin had already bounced forward, gripping my hand: “Why does your complexion still look so terrible? It seems I must help you recuperate. You’ve been asleep for four days.”

“What? Four days?” I almost jumped up; no wonder my whole body ached. I was eager to leave, as tomorrow was the day of executing the mission, and I couldn’t delay here any longer.

Huahua had already run over, hugging me: “Sister, you’re finally awake. Huaer has been so worried.”

I gave her a meaningful look. If I couldn’t leave tomorrow, the curse would be unable to be cast, and the mission would fail.

Huahua’s little face crumpled, about to cry, tugging at Qingyuan’s sleeve: “Brother Qingyuan, please help my sister check if her eyes are working properly.”

Oh, heavens, just strike me down!

Qingyuan glanced at me and said flatly: “Nothing seems wrong.”

As we were chattering, a small person stumbled in, panicking: “My Lord, someone has broken in! We can’t stop them!”

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