Blood flecks fluttered down, and Han Xianyun's forehead was wet.
He touched his forehead and found another large smear of blood.
Only then did he seriously look at Qi Yuan, his expression somewhat dazed. "My wife?"
"Yes, your wife. Sigh, I hit too hard. Your wife couldn't take it. What a pity. Hurry and gather some up, leave yourself something to remember her by," Qi Yuan said casually.
Blood flecks danced through the air, yet not a single drop landed on Qi Yuan. The Blood-colored Longsword had vanished, and he stood in that space like an immortal exiled from the heavens.
It was simply that the words from this immortal were somewhat mad and muddled, impossible to fathom.
At that moment, the injured Yu Xiu struggled to his feet. Looking at Qi Yuan with reverence in his eyes, he said, "Thank you, sir, for saving my life!"
Yu Xiu's head was still buzzing, his mind somewhat shaken.
Qi Yuan's gaze fell on Yu Xiu. "Can you tell me... about the hidden map?"
"I..." Yu Xiu wore a puzzled expression.
This lord, who was practically comparable to a god, actually did not know...
"Sir, my name is Yu Xiu. This matter cannot be explained in a short while. Once the curse ends, this place will also shatter.
"The next time I come out, I will certainly find you and tell you the full story."
Yu Xiu spoke faster, because he could feel himself about to return.
At that instant, his body turned transparent, then... vanished.
The entire space collapsed at that moment as well.
The surroundings around Qi Yuan and Han Xianyun turned back into the alley from before.
Han Xianyun clutched his head. Even now, he had yet to fully wake up.
Especially after waking, he felt dizzy and disoriented,