Since the sky was covered, the heavens began to show their holiness

"What is your relationship with Uzul?"

Leblanc's voice was as cold as ice, and she spoke each word with a pause, as if every word was filled with a bone-chilling chill. Her nails grew longer unconsciously, gleaming with a dangerous cold light. As long as Zhou Xian made the slightest move, she would attack without hesitation.

Seeing Leblanc's intense reaction, Zhou Xian had already made up his mind. The corners of his lips curled up slightly, and with a wave of his hands, earth magic surged, the ground slowly arched, and a pair of quaint stone benches rose up. He sat down first, with a leisurely posture, patted the stone bench beside him, raised his eyes to look at Leblanc, his eyes were steady and determined: "Don't worry, sit down first. Let's talk slowly, I think we both have something that the other wants."

His voice had a reassuring power, and a glimmer of magic flickered on the edge of the stone bench, as if inviting Leblanc to put aside her hostility and have a good chat.

"Is that thing in your hand?"

Leblanc stared at Zhou Xian intently, her eyes sharp as if she could see through him. She leaned forward slightly, clenched her hands into fists, and her knuckles turned white from the force.

Her voice was low and tense, full of oppression. When she thought of the Skull of Urzul, her heart couldn't help but beat wildly. Why did she send people to the Shadow Isles? Wasn't it just for the Skull of Urzul? This was related to the Black Rose's thousand-year plan, so she couldn't help but be nervous.

Zhou Xian raised his lips slightly and raised his hand calmly. A faint light flashed and a bony head appeared in his palm.

The runes on the head twisted and squirmed like a living thing, emitting a creepy aura, and the green flames jumping in the eye sockets seemed to be staring at everything in the world. He gently turned his wrist, and the head slowly rotated in the air.

"You are talking about this thing, right?"

Zhou Xian raised his eyes and looked at Leblanc.

Leblanc's high heels rolled heavily on the ground, and the rose pattern embroidered under her skirt suddenly oozed ink-colored liquid. The veins on her neck were slightly protruding, her nails dug deep into her palms, and her golden eyes burned with hatred that spanned a thousand years: "Saan Uzul!"

These four words burst out from between her teeth, carrying a poison that could corrode the soul. Memories were like poisonous snakes biting at the heart - those dark nights torn by the claws of tyrants, those conspiracies watered with blood, at this moment, all turned into murderous intent surging in her eyes.

But the next second, she suddenly raised her head and laughed like a silver bell, her fingertips brushed the tear marks under her eyes, and she hid all her murderous intent behind her scarlet veil. A faint magic light flowed around her body, calming the disordered breath that had just gotten out of control.

"Interesting, really interesting." She moved lightly, her skirt brushing across the stone bench, and sat down elegantly opposite Zhou Xian, tapping the armrest with her bright red nails. "Tell me, guest from Shadow Island, what do you want to exchange this head for from the Black Rose?"

Zhou Xian's fingertips gently stroked the twisted runes on Uzul's head, and the dark green flames cast strange shadows in his eyes. He slowly raised his head, his eyes fixed on Leblanc like a hawk: "I want all the treasures of the Black Rose over the past thousand years - ancient books, secret techniques, and those forbidden objects that cannot be seen in the light."

The magic circle lit up silently under his feet, and the fine lines covered the two of them like a spider web. "Use them in exchange for Uzul's head and the help of my 'ally.'" He deliberately emphasized the word "ally", and a meaningful arc appeared at the corner of his mouth. The magic fluctuations around him became stronger, as if to warn the other party that this was not a joke. Leblanc suddenly jumped up from the stone bench, and the hem of her luxurious skirt swept the dust to the ground. Her golden eyes were filled with anger. But just after taking half a step, she caught a glimpse of the green flames jumping in the eye sockets of the head, as if Uzul's ghost was grinning. Thousands of years of past events were like a poisonous snake wrapped around her neck - she had spent a lot of effort to exile the tyrant, and now if his head fell into the hands of the enemy, he might come back.

Her high heels made a harsh sound on the ground, but she turned around abruptly, and a smile uglier than crying appeared from her beautiful red lips: "You really are asking for too much."

Loveland rubbed her fingertips unconsciously, calculating the success rate of forceful snatching. After some calculation, she immediately gave up the idea of ​​snatching. With the strength Zhou Xian had just shown, even her own body plus the entire Black Rose would not be his opponent, not to mention who knew if the other party had any hidden means.

Zhou Xian deftly turned Uzul's head with his fingertips. The dark green flame swayed with the movement, casting a dancing shadow on Leblanc's pale cheek.

"I'll give you three more seconds." He whistled casually, and a magical halo began to wrap around the bones. "After this moment, this head will go to visit those fanatical believers who kneel in front of the tyrant's statue and pray day and night."

Before he finished speaking, he pretended to put his head into the space ring, and the wind from his sleeves brought a biting chill.

Leblanc stood up suddenly, and the stone bench was knocked over with a harsh sound. The calmness she had maintained for thousands of years was completely shattered. She almost pounced forward, her gorgeous nails just hovering above Zhou Xian's wrist: "Wait!" Her golden eyes were filled with rage and reluctance, but she had to bite her teeth and swallow it. "I agree to the deal. I will prepare everything you want - but you must promise that this thing will not fall into the hands of anyone else."

She stared at the head as if she wanted to burn it through with her gaze; the hem of her scarlet skirt moved without wind, like a dormant beast.

"Happy Trading."

Zhou Xian raised his lips in an unruly arc, and with a flick of his wrist, Uzul's head flew away with a green shadow. Leblanc subconsciously bent over to catch it. The moment her fingertips touched the bones, the runes on the skull suddenly trembled violently, as if a sleeping demon was waking up. She took a half step back and looked at Zhou Xian in confusion.

"To make a deal, you must show sincerity first." Zhou Xian put his hands behind his back and slowly approached. Dark purple runes moved around him like living things, and the ground was covered with spider-web-like magic circles, covering Leblanc in the center. He lowered his eyes and looked down at the magic element in his hand. His voice was careless but every word was as sharp as a knife: "If you, Leblanc, don't even have this little credibility, there is no need for you to exist."

Leblanc's knuckles turned white as she clutched her head, and her beautiful lips were pursed into a straight line. The other party's seemingly generous behavior actually forced her into a desperate situation. The dark green flames in the skull's eye sockets reflected Zhou Xian's unfathomable smile, which made her suddenly realize that this mysterious man who walked out of Shadow Island was far more dangerous than he seemed.

She took a deep breath and suppressed the murderous intent in her heart. Her silver bell-like laughter sounded again: "It seems that I really underestimated you... I hope your appetite is not harder to satisfy than Uzul's fangs."

(End of this chapter)