02x03 - Ghost Binding Cursed Shackle

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He's caught!

- Where are you running off to?
- How dare this guy steal from me!

I'm going to skin him!

I say we give him a good thrashing again!

- What the heck?
- Where did you come from?

It's indeed the bandaged youth
from Mount Yujun.

- No wonder Lingwen Hall couldn't find him.
- He's cramping my style!

- He escaped into the Ghost Realm.
- Hey, I'm talking to you!

Get out of my way!

What are you all doing?

Qianqiu!

Qianqiu!

We agreed
you wouldn't be impulsive anymore!

- Wind Master, my apologies.
- They all seem to love getting beaten up!

This

is the last time!

I never want to go on patrols
with you again!

This little brat is afraid someone
will mess with this stuff on his face!

Are you all right?

It's all right now.

Come on.

Let me help you up.

Wait a moment!

- What the heck?
- Retrieve!

How dare you meddle in our business?

He must know that little brat!

- Get him!
- Grab him!

This is bad.
We can't let them harass us now.

I'm sorry, sirs.

I'll leave this to you here first!

Let's split up for now

and meet here in three days!

Damn it! Who was that idiot?

I'm truly sorry!

I really didn't mean it.

Can you let me find someone first?
I'll compensate you later.

You wish!

You'll compensate me later?

If you want to pay, do it now!

That's right! Teach him a lesson.

- How dare he cause trouble here!
- He bumped into me too!

Grab him tight! Don't let him escape!

Let's stew this pretty boy up
for a late-night snack!

Stop messing around, everyone.

Move.

It's Waning Moon Officer!

Why is he here?

Sir.

The City Lord requests your presence.

Me?

The City Lord is inviting him?

Am I hearing things right?

Who is this person?

Our City Lord has never invited
an outsider to his cozy nest before.

Exactly.

The City Lord has been waiting
at the Paradise Manor for quite some time.

Please come with me.

A curse shackle?

We're almost there.

It's just up ahead.

PARADISE MANOR

ADAPTED FROM THE NOVEL,
HEAVEN'S OFFICIAL BLESSING

BY JINJIANG LITERATURE CITY,
AUTHOR MO XIANG TONG XIU

This way, please.

Thank you.

San Lang.

A hall made of gold foil?

This was a game I often played

in Xianle Palace when I was little.

Your Highness.

You should go back soon.

Or else you'll catch a cold.

Silly child.

Mother.

If the Golden Foil Hall collapses,
we can build it again.

But if you can't eat well, sleep well,

or fall ill,

what will we do then?

I just...

I can't bear to see them scattered.

Come.

Let's ask your father for some paper pulp.

That way, they'll never separate forever.

- Okay?
- Yes.

Let's go.

I was little then.

I loved gatherings and hated partings.

Father and Mother were patient enough
to indulge me.

San Lang's intricate and delicate
Golden Foil Hall

must have required a lot of effort

to stack piece by piece.

Xie Lian, since you're here,

why haven't you come forward?

Could it be

that we've become estranged
after you just left for a few days?

Earlier at the gambling house,

you pretended not to know me first.

Lang Qianqiu was present at that time.

If I didn't put up a pretense,

I might cause trouble for you.

San Lang, you're as knowledgeable as ever.

This time,
did you come specifically to see me?

Regardless of whether you came
to see me or not,

as long as you're here,

I'm happy.

Xie Lian.

Come and sit here.

By the way,

San Lang, is this your true face?

I've mentioned it before.

The next time I see you,

I will use my true face.

It's good.

By the way...

Is this

something you left behind?

It's not anything valuable.

Just treat it as a trinket.

All right.

Earlier at the gambling house,

I heard you were coming here.

I thought

this was some kind of brothel.

But now,

it looks more like a music and dance hall.

What are you saying, Xie Lian?

I never go to a brothel.

Really?

Of course.

This is just one of the residences
I created for fun.

So this is your home.

Residence.

Not a home.

Is there a difference?

A home has family members.

A place where one lives alone

is not called a home.

In that case,

in the past 800 years,

am I not also...

If it were a home,

even a tiny place like the Chestnut Temple

is 1,000 times better
than my Paradise Manor.

I didn't expect you

to be such a sentimental person too.

To be honest,

I feel like your place
is more of a home, Xie Lian.

Really?

If you don't mind,

you're welcome to stay
at Chestnut Temple anytime.

Xie Lian.

You said so yourself.

I'll oblige.

Don't find me annoying in the future.

I won't.

By the way, San Lang,

there's something I...

In my turf,

you can speak your mind freely.

No need to hold back.

Well...

can you help me find a young boy?

I encountered a young boy

whose face was covered in bandages
in Mount Yujun.

It might be connected
to my former kingdom.

It's also my fault.

I wasn't able to make him stay then.

However,

I bumped into him again
in Ghost City earlier.

Don't worry, Xie Lian.

Just wait.

I'm really grateful to you.

It's no big deal.

But...

did you leave Lang Qianqiu just like that?

I'm sorry.

Earlier at the gambling house,

Prince Taihua caused trouble for you.

Don't say that.

He doesn't qualify as trouble.

San Lang.

Don't you care that a heavenly official
is wandering around your world?

Xie Lian.

You're not aware of this.

Although everyone

in the Three Realms

says this place of mine
is chaotic and hellish,

but in reality,

even you heavenly officials

come here in disguise
to engage in shady activities.

I've seen enough of them.

As long as they don't cause trouble,
I can't be bothered.

But if things escalate,

then it's perfect.

I'd take care of it all.

Prince Taihua

didn't do it on purpose.

He just wanted to stop that gambling game.

It was an impulse.

That's because he lacks experience.

Between prolonging his own life

or shortening the enemy's life
by ten years,

people would naturally choose

the latter by instinct.

If fools like Lang Qianqiu can ascend,

then the Heavenly Realm
is truly lacking in talent.

That's not true.

After all, even someone like me
has ascended three times.

San Lang.

What I'm about to say

may be a bit presumptuous,

but I still want to say it.

I'm worried

about your gambling house...

Your Highness.

Did you ask Lang Qianqiu

why he rushed out?

"If I don't do it,

no one else would."

I'm guessing

that's what he told you.

He did say that.

Well,

I'm completely the opposite.

Everyone wants a piece of the action

in the Ghost City's gambling house,

where there are
endless disputes and profits.

In that case,

instead of letting it fall
into someone else's hands,

it's better to have it under my control.

San Lang seems particularly concerned
about the power

he can wield.

However,

thank you for your concern, Xie Lian.

City Lord,

I found him.

Bring him here.

Don't be afraid.

It was my fault last time.

It won't happen again.

There's no need to ask me. Help yourself.

Thank you very much.

He

must have been starving.

Eat slowly.

There's no rush.

By the way,

what's your name?

He probably hasn't spoken
to people in years,

so he's not very talkative.

That makes sense.

I'll take it slow.

Don't be afraid.

I'll dress your wound.

If it wasn't
for the face epidemic back then,

this face

wouldn't have turned out like this.

Let me do it.

There's no need.

I'll handle it myself.

Are you

from Xianle Kingdom?

Yong'an.

You're from Yong'an.

Have you seen the White Cloak Calamity?

Xie Lian.

I'm sorry.

You're exhausted.

Rest first.

I need assistance!

Xie Lian.

Let me help you up.

It's all right.

I'll come find you later.

Sit down and rest for now.

If you have any questions,

I'll make him spill everything.

There is no need.

If he can't say anything,

then let it be.

Let's take it slow.

Xie Lian.

I'll be back

in a moment.

A warning sign.

Could it be that Wind Master and Qianqiu

got into some trouble?

I should go and check too.

Don't worry.
It's not Lang Qianqiu and the others.

I'll be right back.

San Lang helped me once again.

I can't bother him

with what I'm going to do next.

Right. I almost forgot
about my main business.

Who is that?

The Waning Moon Officer?

He has a curse shackle on his wrist.

I wonder what his identity is.

Where is he heading to?

What you fear the most
tends to come your way.

What is he doing?

Dice?

This door

seems to be unlocked.

This building doesn't look big.

How could there be no sound

when someone goes inside?

I knew it!

There's a spell lock on this door.

The secret lies in those two dice.

It seems I need to roll two sixes

to open the door
and reveal the true destination.

Is this spell lock specifically meant
to stop me?

I can roll forever and still not get it.

Xie Lian.

It took forever to find you.

I was thinking

of going to see that child
and ended up coming out.

If you want to see him,

I can send someone to bring him over.

There's no need for you to find him.

I didn't expect your place to be so big.

I got lost while trying to find my way.

This is good too.

I have a place I want to show you.

Would you be willing to come with me?

Of course.

By the way, have you resolved the matter?

It's taken care of.

It's just a bunch of useless guys
making fools of themselves.

Useless guys?

Is it the Green Ghost, Qi Rong?

That's right.

That useless fool is eyeing my territory

and often sends lackeys to cause trouble.

He's overestimating himself.

Xie Lian, don't worry about it.

Here we are.

Xie Lian.

Can I touch

the weapons here?

Feel free, Xie Lian.

These

are all treasures!

This sword is good.

In a battle against many,
it can display divine skills.

This sword is good too.

Wait. This one is also...

What do you think, Xie Lian?

About what?

Do you like

these swords?

I do.

Do you really like them?

Yes.

Since you like them so much,

I'll give them all to you.

No.

I haven't used a sword in years.

Liking something doesn't mean
I need to have it.

Just looking at them brings me joy.

Then I'll also give you this room.

You don't have to take them with you.

Just visit them whenever you have time.

Forget it.

An armory needs daily cleaning
and maintenance.

I might not do justice to them.

I used to have

an armory like this too.

But it was destroyed later on.

These weapons

are all rare treasures.

San Lang, you must cherish them.

That's simple.

I'll help you clean the armory.

How can I let the Ghost King
do chores for me?

But San Lang,

these weapons

can't compare to your infamous
Deadly Scimitar, right?

Have you also heard of my scimitar?

A little bit.

I'm guessing

you didn't hear good things about it.

Like this scimitar of mine

was forged using the blood
of the living as a sacrifice.

Yes.

But rumors are just rumors

and the wise don't pay it much heed.

Rumors

are not to be believed by everyone.

I wonder

if I'm fortunate enough to see
that legendary Deadly Scimitar.

Xie Lian.

Actually,

you've already seen it.

Look,

this is it.

So...

Hello there.

Xie Lian.

It likes you.

Really?

Yes. Really.

It doesn't pay attention
to those it doesn't like.

It doesn't easily take a liking to anyone.

Well, thank you.

I quite like you too.

No.

Are you saying no to it?

It wants you to touch it,

but I said no.

What's wrong with that?

Normally, I attract
the affection of animals,

but I never expected to also attract
the affection of a w*apon.

This is not some bloodthirsty
demon scimitar

or ominous w*apon at all.

Xie Lian.

Are you really pleased?

Very much so.

It has been ages since I talked

about famous swords
and blades with someone.

City Lord.

Come sit over here.

Ghost City is San Lang's territory.

I suppose he wouldn't mind
one more mouth to feed.

However,

if I can have him by my side,

perhaps I can slowly guide him

to regain his normal self.

Xiao Ying entrusted you to me
before she passed away

and I agreed.

But I wonder

if you're willing to practice with me?

All right.

If you can't remember your own name,

why not choose a new one?

Ying.

Just like Xiao Ying.

That's good too.

You're from Yong'an.

The national surname in Yong'an is Lang.

What if we call you

Lang Ying from now on?

This is to welcome you, Xie Lian.

There's no need to be shy.

I'm sorry for the trouble, San Lang.

Come. Let's eat.

Who was that

just now?

Xie Lian.

How about a drink?

Xie Lian.

Wind...

Wind Master?

ADAPTED FROM THE NOVEL,
HEAVEN'S OFFICIAL BLESSING

BY JINJIANG LITERATURE CITY,
AUTHOR MO XIANG TONG XIU