Chapter Twenty: Lin Mo, I like you

  At the moment when the samurai's sword was raised and about to fall.

  "Slow down!" I shouted loudly.

  Lin Mo is in the hands of that old devil, how can I determine whether this is true or false? What if it's really true, Lin Mo was beheaded, then I would have personally sent her to her death.

  "Slow down, Uncle, is there something you want to say?" Emperor Xinzhi stopped the warrior.

  "Your aunt followed me at the age of fifteen, assisted me in conquering east and west, stabilized the mountains and rivers of Zhao Song, and calmed the atmosphere of Yin Shang. Although she was quite strict with me in peacetime, I didn't fear her, but respected her. Now you want to kill the person I love most, how can I tolerate you?" After finishing speaking, I took out the golden whip bestowed upon me by the previous king and glared angrily at Emperor Xin.

  "How dare you speak to the king like that! You should be punished for your crime!" A nearby general's anger flared up.

  "This is the golden whip bestowed upon me by the previous king. It strikes down foolish rulers and corrupt officials. You dare to block my way? I'll strike you down along with them!" I bellowed at the general, raising the golden whip in both hands towards him.

  "Uncle, this woman, I must kill her now. Don't stop me." Emperor Xin was not yet dead-hearted.

  "Master, don't plead with me anymore, I already understand your intentions. Go back, it's all right." Lin Mo was crying with tears streaming down her face, but after she finished speaking, a happy expression appeared on her face.

  My heart ached, and I don't know where the strength came from, but I picked up the whip used to beat Wang and rushed towards Emperor Xin.

  Di Xin did not expect me to be so serious and immediately hid beside the dragon chair.

  "Come and save me!" Emperor Xin cried out in urgent appeal.

  The warriors beside me were caught in two strokes, the king's whip was not in hand, how could I suppress the court and the fields, I roared loudly.

  "Hear me, Hou Yi, you are rebelling." Emperor Xin's face turned ugly once more.

  "Bring them here! Take both of them to the Meridian Gate and behead them. I, personally, will supervise their execution." Emperor Xin's anger caused his crown to fall off.

  In an instant, we were escorted to the Meridian Gate.

  Carrying a wooden board on his back, with both hands tied behind him, he was dragged down from the high platform, his queue hanging down from his head and exposed at the nape of his neck.

  It's noon already.

  "Hear me, I'll give you one more chance. If you're willing to listen and follow me, I'll still treat you as my uncle. Otherwise, don't blame me for not showing old affection." Emperor Xin picked up the execution order and said to me.

  "Master, just agree with him, don't be foolish for me." Lin Mo had already become a tearful person.

  "In this life, with you by my side, I am content." I smiled faintly at Lin Mo, closed my eyes in satisfaction, and a tear rolled down from the corner of my eye.

  "Come on." I bellowed.

  "Execute." The order has been given.

  A knife falls from the sky.

  "No, no, Yang Guo, you can't die." I heard this sentence before his head fell, but it was already too late.

  "Lin Mo, goodbye!"

  "Lin Mo, after I die, you might still live the same life, without me nothing will be different. I was just a passerby in your life, all those wild thoughts were probably just illusions. Unfortunately, I didn't get to chase you before it ended. If I had one more chance, I would have said those words earlier: I like you, deeply etched in my heart."

  Blood splattered across the sky.

  I came into a chaotic world, where everything was white light and shadow.

  "Am I dead? Is this heaven?" I lay there, unable to move, only able to see that patch of white.

  Suddenly, a screen-like projection appeared in the white light.

  A woman knelt on the ground, a familiar face, Lin Mo.

  "No, Yang Guo, you can't die! You haven't said you like me yet. You demon, kill me too!" Lin Miao cried uncontrollably in the midst of the light and shadows.

  "Do you like him?" a familiar voice asked, surprisingly it was that old ghost, only the sound was heard but the person wasn't seen.

  "I...I don't know." Lin Mo's voice paused for a moment.

  "You don't like him, how could you go against our game rules, the ending is that both of you will die." The old ghost's voice became gloomy.

  "But you two are dead, who will accompany me to talk? It's really boring for one person to be here."

  "Now the rules of the game have changed again. If you are willing to give up your own life to save him, I can give you one more chance." The old ghost said with a playful smile.

  "Kill me if you have to, just bring him back and I'll gladly die. Please." Lin Mo said without a hint of hesitation.

  "You'd better think about it, you're dead, he might be more miserable than you, he likes you."

  "He can die for me once, and I can too." Lin Mo's mouth corners rose into a smile.

  "Why? Why do you both want to die thinking of each other? Was I wrong? Was I really wrong? For three thousand years, every day and night, tormenting myself." The old ghost suddenly let out a mad howl, feeling the sorrowful and painful voice.

  "I've heard that Zhong's bravery lasted a lifetime, but in the end, he was defeated by love. My lady, I am unworthy of you." The sorrowful and indignant voice seemed to be protesting the pain that had pierced his heart for a thousand years.

  "Little one, come out!" As soon as the old ghost finished speaking, I appeared in front of Lin Mo.

  Lin stared at me blankly, tears flowing down her face uncontrollably.

  "Yang Guo, you're okay, that's great." He smiled and then burst into tears again.

  "Lin Mo, I like you, I'm afraid there won't be another chance to say it later, so I must say it out today." I suddenly hugged Lin Mo tightly.

  Lin Mo didn't say anything, letting me hold her. She just held me tightly.

  "This game is yours to win." The old ghost spoke up.

  "It's clear that you love your wife, but you don't know how to protect her with your life. Even if it means committing a crime, you should be willing to sacrifice your own life without hesitation, and share the hardships and fate with her." I said to Lao Gui who was still hiding.

  "Can I? Millions of people are still waiting for me to drive out the foreign invaders. I carry a country on my back, not just a family." The voice was firm and resolute, as if given another chance, he would still choose silence.

  "Maybe you are right for yourself, but for your wife, you are not a qualified husband." I said seriously to him.

  It suddenly became very quiet, and the old devil didn't answer me again.

  It's been over a minute.

  A dragon-like man with piercing eyes and a majestic aura walked towards us, dressed similarly to how I was in the fantasy realm. This is the true face of the old ghost. He's indeed worthy of being a general who commands millions of troops.

  I stared at him in shock, is this a ghost? A ghost can be so handsome, has no humanity left, this temperament, this figure, in our modern times is a high-rich-handsome. My heart was unbalanced, already stunned.

  "Do you wonder why I'm still like this?" Wen Zhong saw what I was thinking.

  "How did you know?"

  "In this labyrinthine city, I know everything and can do anything. Whatever you think in your hearts, I am aware of it; otherwise, I wouldn't be testing the two of you. I just want to see if there's such a thing as being bound together by life and death."

  "Now I believe it, my choice back then was wrong, at least for my wife, I was way off." The old ghost hung his head in despair.

  "And another thing, why do you weirdos look like this?"

  I nodded.

  "This should start from the year I died at Jue Long Ridge. This is where Jue Long Ridge was, why is it called Jue Long Ridge? Because there's a legend that this is the burial ground of the last true dragon, and its spirit hasn't scattered, being buried deep in the earth for ages. And everything here proves it, it's not just a legend. I had my three souls and six spirits broken by someone, thinking my soul would fly away and never be reborn, but in this dragon's lair, I managed to absorb the dragon's dead energy and recreate my soul and spirit. However, I couldn't leave this place. Using several thousand years, my Dao cultivation suddenly advanced rapidly, transforming this place into a maze city. In the maze city, of course, everything is under my control, so what you see of me now is just an illusion, it's how I looked before, nothing strange about that." Wu Zhong explained to me.

  So that's how it is, this labyrinth is all his call, he uses illusions to test me, so I can see my ancient self and the ancient Lin Mo. In fact, they were all things that happened to him in the past, only different people made different choices.

  "Consider yourselves winners, I've gotten a satisfactory answer. You can stay here with me for the next hundred years," said Wen Zhong.

  "Why did you win and still want to accompany us for a hundred years? Shouldn't you let us go?" Lin Mo's emotions had improved a lot, and he finally spoke up.

  "I've told you before, I can't leave this place. That is to say, I've never been out before, so I don't know how to get out either." said the old ghost.

  "What the...! Don't know how to get out? Well, let's come in then, you can rest assured now. Tell us we can't go out." I was so angry that my mustache was blowing and my eyes were wide with rage.

  Lin Mo beside me held my arms and signaled me to calm down, don't provoke this old ghost, or he might turn his face and not recognize us.

  "Cough cough, what's that, doesn't matter, this is pretty good, it's quite cool here, hehehe." I burst out laughing.

  Obviously, even Lin Mo was speechless with me, let alone that old devil.

  "It's interesting, someone has come to accompany us again." The old ghost tilted his face, as if feeling something, and had a playful expression.