With half a game of chess, I vanquish all demons!

"Zhao Yao, run!"

A clear yet anxious female voice echoed through the air, reverberating in Zhao Yao's ears, as if someone were speaking to him while leaning on his shoulder.

The sensation of the soft hair near Zhao Yao's ear sending shivers down his spine.

He quickly turned around and looked around, but still couldn't find anyone else in the yard besides himself.

"Is that Yun'er?"

Zhao Yao tentatively inquired.

The voice sounded a lot like Yan Rouyun's, but it was too weak and had an unnatural, ethereal quality that made it seem unreal.

It's me! It's me!

"Zhao Yao, run! Princess Yun Chi is going to kill you!"

The ethereal voice strained with excitement, desperately warning Zhao Yao.

"Where are you? Why can't I see you? What happened?"

Zhao Yao looked around, searching for Yan Rouyun's figure, wanting to see for himself.

"Come inside and close the door, then you'll see me."

Yan Rouyun, who was somewhere unknown, said this.

When the sound reached Zhao Yao's ears, Yan Rouyun's ethereal voice became increasingly distant, and the direction of the sound was from inside the room.

He rushed into the house, turned around and closed the door. Looking at the empty room, he tried to speak:

"Yun'er, are you there?"

"I'm here."

Zhao Yao looked in the direction of the sound.

When he saw Yan Rouyun's appearance, his heart clenched, and his eyes were filled with disbelief.

He looked at Yan Rouyun, his voice trembling slightly as he asked:

"Yun'er, what's wrong...?"

"I was assassinated by two of Princess Yunchi's guards, so I guess I'm dead now."

But don't worry about me, do you remember what I told you before?

My phoenix blood has changed, allowing me to serve in the underworld after death.

I should have been taken away by the underworld's messengers the moment I died. I begged them repeatedly, and they finally gave me this chance to come back and see you... What's wrong? Did I scare you?"

In the dimly lit room, Yan Rouyun stood there steadily, the eight heads on her neck looking at Zhao Yao with concern, and they all opened their mouths to speak.

Their voices were like oil lamp wicks, twisted together into a single thread, making it impossible to tell that there were eight mouths speaking at the same time.

She was also holding a blood-stained, dripping human head in her arms.

Upon closer inspection, the head was indeed her own face!

Yan Rouyun had eight heads and eight faces, her complexion was pale with a bluish tinge, her expression was stiff, and her eyes looked at Zhao Yao with obvious concern, yet it was unsettling.

She was unaware of the abnormality in her appearance...

Zhao Yao's mind was in turmoil, his feelings were extremely complicated, but he still made a quick judgment.

He took a deep breath, clearing his mind, and looked at Yan Rouyun in this state, asking calmly and confirmingly:

"Yun'er, are you dead?"

"Yes, don't worry."

"My future role in the underworld will be no different from being alive."

Yan Rouyun forced a smile as she comforted Zhao Yao.

Zhao Yao silently gazed at Yan Rouyun, stepped forward, and tried to touch her, but his hand passed right through her body.

He withdrew his hand, faced Yan Rouyun who was so close to him like a monster, calmed himself, and asked softly:

"Yun'er, do you know where those two guards are now? Why did they come to kill you?"

Yan Rouyun stood there, forcing a smile, and said:

"I don't know where they are. I followed them for a while after I died. When I heard that Princess Yun Chi wanted to kill you, I rushed here to find you... Zhao Yao, I don't have much time left. I have to go."

You should run for your life and not seek revenge for me.

Furthermore, if we cultivate diligently, perhaps one day we will meet again.

As she spoke, her figure swayed slightly forward, and eight faces approached Zhao Yao's face, as if kissing him, but they passed right through Zhao Yao's face.

She straightened up, gazing intently at Zhao Yao, her figure slowly fading, leaving behind her last words before disappearing completely:

"Do you remember what you said back at the desolate rocky mountain...? I want to tell you, it's me too."

Call ~

A cold wind blew by, and Yan Rouyun's figure disappeared from the spot.

Zhao Yao instinctively reached out to grab it, but grabbed nothing.

He stood in the room, looking dazed, and didn't come to his senses for a long time.

Since the time travel, everything has been happening in such a rush.

Yan Rouyun seemed to be the only person he had spent the most time with, but now, she was gone.

Why is this happening?

Princess Yunchi, why did you kill Yan Rouyun?

Zhao Yao's eyes were slightly moist, but her face remained extremely calm.

He silently raised his hand and calmly wiped away the tears in his eyes, already understanding in his heart that he had implicated Yan Rouyun.

The library.

Zhao Yao pursed his lips tightly, bent over his desk and wrote, then asked someone to deliver a letter to his teacher, Zhou Yan.

Not long after, the letter returned, with the teacher Zhou Yan's reply written on the back.

He was asking about Princess Yunchi's character and moral qualities.

Zhou Yan's answer was simple, clearly explaining the whole story, the cause and effect, of his previous attempt to assassinate Princess Yun Chi.

"I knew Princess Yunchi was a vicious woman, but I never imagined she was this vicious."

She ordered her men to kill those people of great fortune simply because they chose to flee from trouble, thus inviting an assassination attempt upon herself.

As a princess, to act so willfully and recklessly...

Yan Rouyun was indeed implicated because of me.

Zhao Yao stood inside the house, muttering to himself, then suddenly turned his head and looked out into the courtyard.

A strong yet weary male voice suddenly rang out from outside the courtyard:

"This is the place. Bing Tie and the others just left. Zhao Yao should be inside."

Is Zhao Yaoke in the hospital?

I am the guard Princess Yunchi assigned to you.

squeak~

Zhao Yao walked out of the house, pushed open the courtyard gate, and saw the guard.

This is a demigod warrior covered in wounds.

His face was resolute, he was over 3.3 meters tall, had red hair tied in a bun, and his body was covered in bloodstains.

Zhao Yao stared straight at him, recalling the message Yan Rouyun had sent about the princess's guards, and realized that this person was the one in question.

Name: Yinlu

Image: [Picture]

Occupation: Princess Guard

Cultivation: Demigod Warrior (Early Stage of Second Realm)

Special: Boundless vitality

Demon Blood: Moon-Swallowing Tengu

Weapons:

'Phantom Belt': Enveloped by a Rubik's Cube, it slices through space, killing both friend and foe.

Thaumaturgy:

"Living towards death": an immortal body.

"Chasing the deer and stepping into the air": flying through the air.

'Standard Ice Spear': Grasp the Ice Spear.

Princess Yunchi has six strong guards.

Two people were sent to protect him; two appeared during the assassination attempt in Wangzhou City; and two others disappeared without a trace.

Then, Yan Rouyun died.

Who else could have killed her?

Zhao Yao stared at the demigod warrior for a long time without saying a word.

"Zhao Yao, I know you don't understand why the princess sent us brothers to protect you, but that's not important."

You should understand why my two brothers looked after you during the day; there's no need to doubt our identities or our intentions in protecting you.

Go quickly and fetch me some water; I need to take a bath.

Zhao Yao looked at the demigod warrior again, his gaze sweeping over the blood on his body.

Could that be Yan Rouyun's blood?

He showed no sign of anything amiss, nodded, and said in a dry voice:

"Okay, please wait a moment, the water will be here soon."

"Um."

The demigod warrior walked wearily into the courtyard, went straight into the house, and collapsed onto the bed with a thud. He closed his eyes to rest, waiting for Zhao Yao, the princess's fake husband, to serve him.

Zhao Yao walked to the backyard and took out a water bag containing the flying water from his waist.

He held the water pouch, stood there in silence for a while, recalling Yan Rouyun's voice and smile, comparing them with the bizarre appearance of the eight heads just now, and made a decision in his heart.

I didn't kill Boren, but Boren died because of me.

With the murderer right in front of us, what else is there to say?