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Xie Xuanjin stood before me with his eyes tightly closed and his face stained with blood.

Song Qingning's gaze swept downwards, covering his entire body.

At this moment, the black pouch wrapped around Xie Xuanjin's waist was also stained with blood.

He's injured!

Very serious injury!

Song Qingning subconsciously reached out to check his breath, and felt a slight relief when she felt the faint breath between her fingers.

Still alive!

Song Qingning quickly examined his injuries: several wounds on his abdomen, arms, and left leg, some so deep that the bone was visible, and the wounds were bleeding. It seemed that he had fallen into a coma due to excessive blood loss.

Even if he's still breathing now, he probably won't last much longer if he continues to be unconscious like this.

"Xie Xuanjin!"

"Hello!"

As Song Qingning called out urgently, another voice rang out at the same time.

The voice was so familiar that it made her feel disoriented. She looked up in the direction of the voice and saw...the person opposite her.

It seems that they cannot be called human!

Song Qingning realized something and quickly looked around before realizing with a start that she was in a dilapidated temple.

The dilapidated temple looked familiar.

In her past life, she was abandoned in the snow by the Jiang family and almost froze to death. Xie Yunli saved her, and after she regained consciousness, she was in this dilapidated temple.

And that dream.

In her previous life, she was a ghost queen who settled in a dilapidated temple.

And it was this dilapidated temple!

And the "person" before us...

"Hey, wake up, Xie Xuanjin? Prince Huai? Wake up!"

"If he doesn't wake up soon, he'll die!"

"The way you're dying, you'll probably end up like me, a wandering ghost. That's hardly a pleasant experience!"

"Hey, Prince Huai? Xie Xuanjin? Wake up..."

There was a hint of anxiety in her voice. She seemed to reach out to shake Xie Xuanjin's body, but her hand passed right through him and couldn't touch him.

"Why……"

A sigh brought Song Qingning back to her senses.

At this moment, the "story" that Xie Xuanjin had once told her echoed in her mind.

He said that he was seriously injured that night and almost died, but he heard a voice calling him. He thought it was the Bodhisattva in the dilapidated temple calling him, but the voice was too noisy. How could the Bodhisattva be so noisy?

He said the noise bothered him for a long time.

Is this the voice?

Song Qingning finally understood the situation before her.

She looked at the scene before her; she couldn't see "her," but she could hear "her" voice.

Suddenly, her consciousness was pulled again, her mind went blank for a moment, and when she saw the scene clearly again, it had changed from her perspective.

She looked down and saw "herself".

Just like the "she" in her dream, "she" was still wearing the same clothes she wore when Song Qingyan locked her in the dark room of the nunnery in her previous life.

"Prince Huai, are you content to die like this?"

The voice rang out again, and Song Qingning felt that it came from "her," and also from her own mouth.

At that moment, she could clearly sense the resentment in "her" voice as she said those words.

Song Qingning knew that it was the resentment of "her" tragic death in her previous life.

The resentment grew clearer in her heart, and she and "she" seemed to become one.

"You won't accept this. I've heard that Empress Meng is trapped in the capital. Emperor Yuan and Xie Yuqi are using her to blackmail you. As long as you live, Empress Meng will not die for the time being, but if you die, Empress Meng will surely die!"

"And the Shence Army..."

"With your death, what will become of the Shence Army? Given the personalities of Emperor Yuan and Xie Yuqi, those soldiers who followed you will not have a good end."

"Aren't you going to wake up yet? Xie Xuanjin, let me tell you, once you become a ghost, even if your enemy is right in front of you, you can't hurt her in the slightest."

The two Song Qingnings seem to have merged into one.

The image of her finding Song Qingyan, Liu Shi, and Song Mingtang flashed through her mind. She wished she could kill them to avenge her father, mother, and brother, but she could do nothing.

The feeling of resentment in my heart grew stronger.

Finally, she practically screamed at Xie Xuanjin, "You can't die! You have to live! Do you hear me?"

"Wake up, wake up..."

Xie Xuanjin was weak and powerless. The sound in his ears was too loud and noisy!

She said, "You can't die!"

Yes, he cannot die!

She said that even if her enemy were in front of her, he would not be able to harm them in the slightest after she became a ghost.

It's as if she's been a ghost.

The noise bothered him almost all night until dawn. When he woke up, the entire dilapidated temple was empty except for the kind-faced Bodhisattva statue inside.

The noise last night was so loud, it couldn't have been a Bodhisattva.

Is it a person?

It must have been a woman who stayed overnight in the dilapidated temple, and she kept him up all night.

But she knew his name; did she know him?

The pain from the wounds in his abdomen, arms, and legs pulled Xie Xuanjin back to reality. The injuries he had sustained were too severe. He tried to get up, but failed several times.

I don't know when, but my body started to feel hot and my thoughts became muddled.

It was dark outside the dilapidated temple.

"Are you awake? Thank goodness you're awake!"

The voice rang out again.

Xie Xuanjin looked in the direction of the sound, but saw no one.

But the sound continued:

"If you don't wake up soon, you'll die. Your injuries are severe, and you seem to have a fever," Song Qingning guessed based solely on the flush on his face.

"We need to find a doctor, and your injuries need to be treated. Go left outside the ruined temple; you can find medicinal herbs a few hundred meters away. Unfortunately, I can't help you. Can you get up?"

Song Qingning asked the question, only to realize that she was a ghost and Xie Xuanjin was a human, so how could he hear her?

She was actually talking to someone, which meant she had been separated from Chu Yin. She had been wandering for too long and was too lonely!

Song Qingning sighed bitterly.

But then he thought about it again and realized he couldn't hear, so he stopped worrying.

"If you don't treat your wound, it will get infected. Are you thirsty? There's a river just outside the ruined temple, but unfortunately..."

It's a pity again.

Accompanied by a clear sigh.

Xie Xuanjin looked around but couldn't see anyone.

The sound was beside him and lasted almost all night.

He must have been delirious from the fever and was hallucinating. After a night like this, his survival instinct finally made him manage to get up.

[Go left from outside the dilapidated temple; you can find medicinal herbs for healing a few hundred meters away.]

The woman's voice echoed in his mind.

Xie Xuanjin inexplicably walked to the left of the dilapidated temple, and sure enough, a few hundred meters away, some wild grass grew.

He recognized them; they were herbs for treating wounds!

Xie Xuanjin frowned. Was it a coincidence?

Xie Xuanjin didn't think much of it. He gathered some herbs and returned to the dilapidated temple. With the herbs to treat his injuries, his high fever subsided in the next few days, and his injuries gradually improved after a few more days.

But every night, that sound still echoed in his ears.

Xie Xuanjin was certain that it was not a hallucination.

Is it not an illusion, but a spirit from the mountains and wilderness?

Xie Xuanjin didn't believe in ghosts and gods, but he wasn't frightened by this guess. On the contrary, he thought that the mountain spirit was too talkative, kind, harmless, and somewhat cute.

After an unknown amount of time, his injuries had almost healed, and he prepared to leave the dilapidated temple.

He thought that after leaving, he would never have any further contact with this little sprite.

On his first night back in Runan County, he lay in bed and heard a voice beside him:

"This bed is so soft!"