Chapter 608: Lung Piercing

After galloping out of the city, Chao Haisheng dismounted and knelt heavily toward the southwest.

He Yanting was one step behind him, and knelt beside him silently.

In this direction, his master's wife and brother were buried.

Chao Haisheng buried them back in his hometown.

"Do you go to worship every year?"

Chao Haisheng suddenly asked.

"Yes," He Yanting said softly, "I'm afraid you will see me, so I always go late at night."

Chao Haisheng didn't say anything else.

This is why his desire to kill He Yanting weakened. No murderer would worship the people he killed year after year, day after day, and be so pious.

It's all because he didn't know people well! If he

had seen through the wolfish ambitions of those people earlier, none of this would have happened. Now, even if they died miserably, what does it matter? His Xuniang and A Yuan, after all, could not come back.

...

Xiao Chuji was carried here by the captain, and Jiang Kangan was stunned for a long time before he reacted.

The captain left him and ran away, and Xiao Chuji's face turned red with humiliation, and his head drooped down, intending to bury it in his chest and suffocate himself.

Jiang Kangan now looked at Xiao Chuji, and there was no more ripples in his heart.

But he was not magnanimous enough to let him go like this.

After watching for a long while, Jiang Kangan slowly said: "Then you will experience what I experienced before, and that's it."

Jiang Kangan had someone send him to a secret manor, and watched him closely, not allowing him to commit suicide.

His legs were paralyzed and he couldn't get out of bed. Xiao Chuji bit his tongue several times, but was found and rescued in time. The guards tied a cloth in his mouth. He didn't need to talk to anyone anyway.

Jiang

Zhiyu heard the news of Xing Maozhi's injury, so he went to the Xing Mansion to see him, prescribed some medicine, and used the emperor's money to comfort Xing's injured heart before going to the imperial prison.

When Ayiduo saw her, she mumbled in Nanlong dialect, and from her face, she cursed a lot. When she was satisfied, she said in Tianqi dialect: "You untrustworthy Tianqi person!"

Jiang Zhiyu: "I promised not to stop you, but I didn't say anyone else. Besides, my elder brother was guarding outside the door, so I really didn't know."

She was ready to see a mess when she came back, and she even wanted to take the opportunity to drink a few sips.

Who would have thought that Ayiduo could not only not make trouble, but her personal freedom was also restricted.

"I've actually always been very curious. The witch clan originated from the time of Pangu's nirvana. They are of the same origin as heaven and earth, and their witchcraft is extremely powerful. And you have mastered the art of resurrecting the dead. Logically, the heritage and memories are all there, so how did witchcraft gradually decline?"

These words were like a poke in Aida's lungs, and she exploded immediately!

"Everything depends on talent, including witchcraft. Besides talent, witchcraft also depends on physical condition. Do you think such people are easy to find?"

"Do you still remember things from your childhood?"

"Can you remember trivial things so clearly?"

"If it's been more than ten years, what about hundreds or thousands of years?"

She held the railing tightly, her fingertips turning white. "Since you also know witchcraft, as long as you let me go, I will tell you what to do?"

"Your physique and talent are both excellent. If you are willing to learn, you will definitely have a new world!"

Jiang Zhiyu looked at her with a smile: "That's it, I'm afraid that before I can learn it, someone will take over my body and revive me."

Ayiduo's smile was uglier than crying: "How could it be? Resurrection requires a ceremony. If no one holds the ceremony, even if I have great ability, I can't occupy it out of thin air."

Jiang Zhiyu nodded suddenly, and suddenly said loudly: "Then, Your Majesty can rest assured."

Ayiduo was stunned, and the emperor slowly walked out from the dark.

"Are you plotting against me?" Ayiduo glared at Jiang Zhiyu.

"It's just a few words, what kind of calculation can you call it?" Jiang Zhiyu suggested to the emperor with a smile: "If Your Majesty is still worried, I have another way." After

hearing so much, the emperor was no longer worried, but still asked: "What way?"

"Resurrection, revival, as long as she is not dead, where does the soul come from? I think this place is good, enough for her to live to a hundred years old."

Aida looked at her in disbelief: "Bitch! What did you say?!"

The emperor looked at her with disgust: "Just do as Zhiyu said, but this witch is used to bewitching people's minds. Give orders to build walls on these sides, leaving only a small opening, and deliver water and food every day to ensure that she does not die."

Aida's eyes showed panic.

"If she is sick, give her one pill of this medicine. If she insists on being taken out, just ignore her. Do you understand?"

The jailers answered in unison.

Ayiduo's expression changed from panic to fear and despair.

"No... don't..."

"I'll give you whatever you want. Don't lock me up!"

"Come back! Come back!"

...

The other Nanjun people and Dai Qin were all executed. Jiang Zhiyu pleaded for Casas. Considering Casas' meritorious service, the emperor sent someone to Nanjun to tell him the news. That night, Casas left Nanjun.

He Yanting listened to Jiang Zhiyu's story about her experience in Nanjun. When he heard the last part, his eyes changed.

Jiang Zhiyu was sensitive to his change and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Wuming didn't go with you?"

"Who was that?" Jiang Zhiyu was more confused than him, and he had obviously forgotten.

He Yanting: "..."

After explaining Wuming's origins in a few sentences and mentioning that he asked Wuming to follow, Jiang Zhiyu waved his hands and said, "It was only my second brother and I when we left. He probably saw that I didn't know and ran away."

"Let him run away, it's not a big deal."

He Yanting narrowed his eyes slightly.

Life returned to peace. After the Wala was settled, Jiang Wenjing and Xiao Lingyu returned to Beijing to report on their duties. He Yanting, who signed the non-aggression agreement, also arrived. When the ministers heard about the non-aggression agreement, they immediately began to condemn it, but they were all blocked by He Yanting.

"Although the battle with Wala was not a heavy loss, it was a long battle after all. Moreover, if the other two countries had united at that time, it was still unknown whether they could defeat Wala and how long it would take. Lord Liu spoke so righteously. Could it be that he was confident enough to fight against the three tribes in Mobei with tens of thousands of troops?"

Lord Liu choked.

"Continue to pursue the victory, is it a victory or a trap? The generals in Shengjing seem to know it much more clearly than me, a general on the battlefield?"

"If your skills on the battlefield are as good as your current talking skills, then there is no need for me to congratulate you. Tianqi would have unified the world long ago. Or, in ten years, you can go to the battlefield and fight in person?" After hearing

this, the ministers who were just passionate and enthusiastic suddenly became silent, not daring to speak.