“Alright.” Vermilion Bird finally chose to compromise. He knew that once Shen Yanxiao made a decision, even ten cows could not pull her back. She always had all sorts of reasons to convince him.

“You will set off tonight. After today’s commotion, Sal will probably have a headache all night. The guards in the city will also be correspondingly lax. After you leave, I will immediately go to Long Yan’s side and lay an ambush.” Time was of the essence. Sending Mingye away as soon as possible was the right way to start her plans.

“I don’t want to carry an undead…” Vermilion Bird’s expression was bitter.

As a magical beast, he really disliked the death energy of an undead.

“I can help you pack him up!” Shen Yanxiao pointed to the stiff Mingye.

Vermilion Bird struggled for a moment before nodding reluctantly.

Shen Yanxiao immediately rolled Mingye up with a sheet and handed him to Vermillion Bird.

Mingye, who had been disguised as Ye Dou, fell into a coma under Shen Yanxiao’s curse. He was rolled up like a spring roll in a bedsheet. He was then carried on Vermilion Bird’s shoulder as the two of them quickly disappeared from the window.

Taking advantage of the night, Vermilion Bird carried Mingye and soon disappeared into the darkness.

Shen Yanxiao smiled and changed into a set of dark clothes. However, before she left, the unscrupulous thief still managed to snatch everything she could find. In less than an hour, she had taken everything in the palace. Other than Sal’s room, she had visited almost every room.

Shen Yanxiao, who had returned from a rewarding journey, blended into the night with a crafty smile.

Because Long Yan came to the city of the undead to make contact with Mingye, he was staying in the city tonight. Shen Yanxiao did not look for Long Yan, but directly locked onto the silver dragon responsible for delivering the news.

The next morning, when the first ray of sunlight shone over the horizon, the silver dragon quietly set off with Shen Yanxiao following closely behind.

On the other side, Sal, who had been frustrated all night, decided to talk to His Highness Mingye early in the morning about getting along well with Long Yan.

But standing in front of Mingye’s door, Sal stopped. He did not see the low-level undead who had always waited in front of Mingye’s door all day long.

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Sal hesitated for a moment, wondering whether to knock on the door and disturb Mingye’s sleep.

Finally, he knocked on the door.

A minute passed and there was no response.

Sal raised his hand and knocked again.

Ten minutes later, there was still silence on the other side of the door.

When Sal knocked on the door for the eighth time, there was still no response.

Sal immediately felt that the situation was a little strange. He immediately used his perception to investigate the room. Although doing so was likely to offend His Highness Mingye, he had knocked on the door for so long that even if Mingye was in a deep sleep, he should still have some reaction.

However, Sal did not sense any death energy after searching for a long time.

It was as if there were no undead in the room at all.

An ominous premonition rose in Sal’s heart. He decisively kicked open the door, but the next second, Sal was stunned.

There was no one in the huge room.

There were no signs of sleep on the clean bed.

All of this strangely made Sal shiver.

“Your Highness!”

The whole city of the undead was in an uproar. Their incomparably honorable prince had disappeared overnight!

Sal quickly searched almost every inch of the city, but he still could not find any trace of Mingye.

Mingye was really missing…