——It's so painful... It feels like being pressed down by a big stone... Every part of my body can't move.

--who I am....

--Where am I.....

When he opened his eyes, he saw the carved eaves. He sat up and felt a little uncomfortable on his face.

He reached out and touched it, but he didn't touch his cheek. Instead, he touched a hard material, which seemed to be...a mask.

So he took off the mask and looked at it carefully, only to realize that it was a fox mask.

The white fox eyes are painted with red paint, which makes them look a bit evil.

"you're awake."

While he was in a daze, an old voice came from the side.

He looked in the direction of the sound and found a somewhat dignified man sitting next to the bed.

"Who are you...and who am I?"

The man glanced at the man on the bed, smiled and said:

"Don't you remember the Holy Master?"

"Are you calling me?"

He pointed at himself and looked at the man in front of him strangely.

"It's you, the Holy Master, who is the Holy Master of my Shengtian Palace, or I can also call you the Palace Master."

The man bowed slightly and saluted. Although his tone was so arrogant, his actions were so humble.

Looking at the strange man in front of him, he felt a splitting headache and something important seemed to have been forgotten in his mind.

So he held his head in his hands and tried to calm himself down.

"What is my name?"

"When you return to the Palace Master, your name will be Mu Yao."

Mu Yao...Mu Yao...

He repeated the name repeatedly, but could not form any memory in his mind.

The headache had been relieved a lot. When Mu Yao raised his head and looked at the man again, he had already stood up.

"I forgot to introduce you, I am Zuo Zixun, the great protector of Shengtian Palace. During the time you were missing, we have been looking for you, just waiting for you to come back and take over the position of Holy Lord."

He waved his hand, and the servant standing aside walked to Mu Yao obediently, helped him to the bedside, and someone knelt down to put on his shoes.

After putting on his shoes, someone helped him up again.

Mu Yao only felt that his legs were a little weak when they first touched the ground. After taking two steps, he felt much better.

Let the servants put on his clothes and quietly retreat.

At this time, the white clothes on his body looked extremely holy. Zuo Zixun looked up and down, was very satisfied, and said to Mu Yao:

"The old Holy Lord is about to die of illness, you should go see him now."

After saying that, he picked up the fox mask that Mu Yao had placed on the bed, carefully put the mask on his face, and then walked ahead.

Mu Yao hesitated for a moment, then followed Zuo Zixun.

The interior of Shengtian Palace was magnificent, and servants coming and going saluted Zuo Zixun and Mu Yao one after another.

Soon they arrived at the old Holy Master's bedroom. The door was opened by a servant, and Zuo Zixun walked in. The person lying on the couch was breathing heavily.

Seeing the arrival of the two men, the old Holy Master nodded, and his cloudy eyes somehow regained their luster.

"Mu Yao, are you feeling better lately?"

Facing the old Holy Lord's inquiry, Mu Yao was stunned for a moment, and then said:

"I...it's okay."

The old Holy Lord nodded and said nothing more. He just looked at Zuo Zixun and continued to ask:

"Now that the ceremony is ready?"

Zuo Zixun stood aside with a smile and nodded, saying:

"We are all ready to return to the Holy Master. We just need to wait for Mu Yao's health to be well before we can hold the succession ceremony."

"Tomorrow, just tomorrow...ahem..."

The old Holy Lord seemed to be in very bad health, and he kept coughing after just saying a few words.

His hair was already white, and was tied up in a bun at the back of his head, with the rest of his hair hanging freely on his back.

Even in such a miserable state, he seemed to be very dignified.

Mu Yao looked around and found that the attendants around him were all men. He, Zuo Zixun and the old Holy Master were all men.

"Okay, you go back first. Protector Zuo and I still want to talk about tomorrow's succession ceremony."

The old Holy Master finally breathed a sigh of relief and waved his hand towards Mu Yao, indicating that he should leave first.

Although he had a lot of questions in his heart, looking at the old Holy Master who was dying soon, Mu Yao still followed his servants and left.

Walking in the aisle of Shengtian Palace, Mu Yao had doubts in his heart, so he pulled the servant who led him back and asked:

"Why are there all men here and no women?"

But although the servant was pulled to a halt by Mu Yao, he lowered his head and refused to say a word no matter what Mu Yao asked.

"You'd better not embarrass him. As a servant of Shengtian Palace, you won't say unnecessary words."

When Mu Yao heard the sound, he saw a man wearing orange clothes and a high bun standing at the end of the corridor.

I saw that he was handsome and handsome, and his eyes were very agile.

Seeing that Mu Yao stopped moving when he saw him, he stepped forward and walked around Mu Yao a few times before saying:

"The successor Holy Master has always refused to show his face. Even though you and I have known each other for more than ten years, today I finally saw your appearance."

"Guardian Zuo said that you have lost your memory. Is it true or false?"

Mu Yao didn't know who this was, let alone what he was talking about, so he could only look at him silently.

When the man saw that Mu Yao was motionless, he chuckled and said:

"Oh, it seems you have really forgotten that if I came close to you in the past, you would push me away."

After saying that, he walked away from Mu Yao and said:

"Since you have lost your memory, please help me, an enthusiastic person, to help you recall it. My name is -"

His voice was deliberately prolonged for a while, as if he was still testing Mu Yao's memory. Seeing that he didn't speak, he spoke:

"My name is Gan Xin. I am one of the four hall masters of Shengtian Palace. I am your playmate who grew up with you."

Mu Yao frowned and recalled, then shook his head and said:

"No impression at all."

Hearing what Mu Yao said, Gan Xin pretended to be helpless and aggrieved and shook his head:

"Alas, it seems that our friendship is nothing more than this."

After saying that, he took the initiative to put his arms around Mu Yao and led Mu Yao towards his bedroom.

After sending Mu Yao off, Zuo Zixun and the old Holy Master began to talk.

"When you find him, make sure he is dead."

"He's dead. His body is stiff. He's been dead for several days."

Zuo Zixun said expressionlessly, completely losing the smile he had when he just came into contact with Mu Yao.

"well....."

The old Holy Master sighed with great regret.

"It's pity that the new Holy Lord that I have cultivated for many years in Shengtian Palace has been destroyed by the Ten Thousand Poison Sect. It is really hateful!"

Seeing that he was beating his chest and feet, Zuo Zixun sneered and said:

"Old Holy Master, you don't have to act with me. You know why Mu Yao slipped away from the Shengtian Palace for no reason. impossible."

"You...cough cough cough cough..."

The old Holy Lord coughed violently, then looked at Zuo Zixun with some horror and asked:

"Even so, are you still unwilling to let me go?!!"

Zuo Zixun took a step forward, looked coldly at the old Holy Lord on the sickbed and said:

"Since you are the one who helped Mu Yao leave, you have to pay the price for it. He cannot yet donate the holy blood to the Holy Heaven Palace, so before you die, even if you are not the Holy Master, you still have to donate it."

——

Shengtian Palace.....
To be continued...