Chapter 90 Under the Mask

Ling Yue held Xia Wuchen's wrist tightly and refused to relax at all.

Liu Ye said again, "Princess Qinghe, please don't embarrass me. I am also ordered to act. If you insist on this, I'm afraid it's not good for you and me."

"If you want to go without dust, I must also go."

"Then let's go." Unexpectedly, Liu Ye smiled at Xia Yan, who was half leaning against **, "So, Your Highness, are you going?"

Xia Yan shook his head unconsciously. He felt that Liu Ye standing in front of him at this moment was not a human at all, but a zombie crawling out of the coffin, with a gloomy ghost all over his body.

Out of the inn, Ling Yue's mood became more and more nervous. Xia Wuchen could clearly feel that Ling Yue's hand was getting harder and harder, as if he was going to pinch his hand.

"Ling Yue, are you all right?"

"I, I..." Ling Yue raised her head slightly and looked at Xia Wuchen, "I, I..."

"What the hell is going on? Look at your restless look.

"Wuchin, do you really want to see the dean?"

"Actually, the dean has taken good care of me for so many years." Xia Wuchen gently patted Ling Yue on the back, "Okay, don't think too much, it's okay. But who the hell is he?" Xia Wuchen's eyes fell on Liuye walking in front of him. Although his face was the same, Xia Wuchen knew that it was not Liuye.

"He... is a flowing night, but it's not." Looking around, the crowd was bustling. The sunlight is also bright and fierce, but I don't know why Ling Yue feels like she is in a cold winter, and the air around her seems to be frost, like a knife scratching her face.

"Yes and no?"

"Let's go, the boat will go straight to the bridge. Wait, Liu Ye, it's impossible for him not to know about it until now. Ling Yue suddenly stopped, "Wait, what's wrong with Liu Ye?"

The 'flowing night' in front of me didn't look back, but said quietly, "Aren't I here?"

"You know I'm not talking about you."

"Don't worry, he's fine. When he doesn't die, so will you."

I don't know how long I walked, but the bustling crowd around me disappeared. After a long time, the bustling long street turned into dense woods, and the sunset was about to sink into the sky.

"How long will it take?"

As soon as Ling Yue's words came out, she faintly saw a quadrangle courtyard hidden in the dense woods in front of her, with red bricks and white tiles and sunset, which was so beautiful.

Along the goose egg path in front of the door, the fragrance of flowers came to the nose. Looking around, the courtyard is full of colorful flowers, which are as in unprecedented bloom as butterflies.

"The fragrance of this flower..." Xia Wuchen brushed his sleeves to cover his mouth and nose, "It looks like a holy flower."

"Holy Fragrant Flower?" Ling Yue turned her head and said, "This is not a sacred flower at all. Its real name is poppy. The flower itself is harmless, but a white juice will flow from the flower stem. When the juice solidifies, it will form a block, grind it into powder and add it to the incense burner. If you smell it for a long time, it will be addictive and can't be quit for life.

'Night' turned around: "The dean said, but it's a pity that there is no methadone here, otherwise it's not impossible to solve the poison of poppy."

Ling Yue sneered and said, "Mexazone? You're out of your mind."

While talking, Ling Yue and others came to one of the huts.

A table and a chair sat a man dressed in black and wearing a pure white mask. Seeing Ling Yue and others enter the room, the man in black looked up slightly: "Hello."

The two faint words made Ling Yue feel inexplicable familiarity in her heart. She took a deep breath and slowly spit out: "Hello."

"Jiang Mozhu told you everything?"

Ling Yue nodded and waited for the man in black to continue.

"So, do you believe it?"

"Believe."

"You would rather believe him than believe me? Don't want to believe yourself?" The man in black has a flat tone, but judging from her voice, she seems to be a young woman. This made Xia Wuchen, who was standing aside, doubtful. The president of the Supervision Institute came to Linyun 40 years ago, at least 60 or 70 years old, but now it sounds like a young woman.

"Why should I believe you?" Ling Yue said, "How can I believe that you shot me in Yiyun Mountain? Who are the six bodies lying in the imperial mausoleum of Cang? Do you make me believe you? Haha, don't you think it's ridiculous?"

"You can't beat him, so you have to die."

"Who?"

"Jiang Mozhu, this game has finally been controlled by me for seven years. If I don't do that, I can fight with him on you?"

So you can kill me without hesitation? Just to satisfy your perverted desire for control?"

"Aren't you the same?" The man in black raised his hand and slowly took off his mask.

Although she had been prepared for a long time, Ling Yue still felt that the whole world was turned upside down at that moment. Once, I saw a face without numbers in the mirror, but now it suddenly appeared in front of my eyes. Perhaps it's not just Lian, the dean sitting in front of Ling Yue, who used to be Su Rou, from her body to soul.

Xia Wuchen remembered the oil painting in Suhe Villa. Why was the woman in the Phoenix Weeping Blood Palace dress exactly the same as the dean who suddenly took off the mask in front of him?

"Say it, Su Rou, what on earth do you want to do?" Ling Yue raised her eyebrows and said, "We know each other, so we don't have to talk nonsense."

"Su Rou? I didn't expect you to call me by this name." Su Rou smiled faintly and said, "Lu Ye, take Your Highness to leave first. I want to have a good chat with Qing and the princess."

"Yes, Your Highness, the Dean and the Princess Qing have something to talk about. Please avoid it first."

"Ling Yue, be careful." Xia Wuchen knew that there was no way to stay, so he had to follow Liu Ye and leave obediently.

"Well, there are only two of us left now. You can say anything."

"You haven't been able to learn calmly for so many years." Su Rou said, "In those years, if you could be calmer, how could Gu Li commit suicide?"

Ling Yue clenched her fists: "Don't mention him to me. What right do you have to mention her to me? You are me. You have done the same thing as what I have done.

"You're right. We are the same person, so we know each other." Su Rou gently picked up the teacup on the table and held her hand. "I wanted to see Wuchen, but I didn't expect you to follow me. Since you are here, I will make it clear to you. Now, things are different from the previous six times, so I don't know what will happen in the future. However, one thing will not change. After Xia Wuchen ascended the throne, King Kang forced the palace to rebel.

"Then?"

"You were given to death." Su Rou said, "I will bury your body in the imperial mausoleum of Cang, and then I will jump back to 40 years ago and start again. If you are not given to die, then time will not be fixed and I will disappear. So, you have to die. This is the seventh time. When I was in Yiyun Mountain, I wanted to kill you in advance, but I suffered the same injury as you, that is to say, I can only wait until the moment Xia Wuchen gave you death.

"You used all your means to let Wuchen give me death, just because you don't want to die?" Ling Yue sneered.

"Yes, this is only half of the reason. This game is based on the fact that you were killed by Xia Wuchen. If you are not killed by him and survive, it means that you will stand in a hostile direction with Jiang Mozhu in the future. I don't think he told you his true identity."

"Real identity?"

"Gu Li, Jiang Mozhu's real identity... is Gu Li."

"Impossible..."

Su Rou put the teacup back on the table and said quietly, "There is nothing impossible. Jiang Mozhu is indeed Gu Li, which he told me himself."

"Impossible... Impossible... What the hell is going on? Gu Li is already dead.

"Didn't you also fall off the balcony? It's reasonable that you should die, but you're not alive here yet." Su Rou said, "You should have heard of artificial intelligence. Didn't you study it when you were in college?"