One of Six

"Second prince, Yan JingGuan!"

Bai hurried to bow down before the ghostly figure. But Yan JingGuan paid him no attention as his slanted eyes fell on XiaoHe once more. There was no emotion behind the icy surface, but XiaoHe felt no danger emitting from the man. He looked young, barely older than PingZe.

"Please," XiaoHe said as PingZe fell silent beneath his hands. "Help us…"

"Prince, that man, he is Huan PingZe!" Bai hurried to say as he straightened his back.

"And?"

Bai fell silent under Yan JingGuan's uninterested tone.

"We only take in the souls that are written within the book of death. No one else, Bai."

"But-"

"Please!" XiaoHe's hands shook as he moved to caress PingZe's cold cheeks, leaving bloodied fingerprints behind. PingZe's eyes had closed, his breathing shallow, each rise of his chest pushing more blood out of his wounds. "Help us!"