Chapter 158 Chapter 158 is the only genuine version...
Thunder roared.
It is just noon now, but the sky is already as dark as if it is evening.
Changfeng lay on the ground, panic surging towards him like a tide, almost swallowing him up.
“No…”
He went from screaming to mumbling, his lips trembling.
Why is this happening.
Something went wrong.
Changfeng's mind was in a mess. He was breathing heavily, with his white hair hanging down.
He struggled to get up, but the next moment, his movements stopped and his pupils contracted.
He widened his eyes in disbelief. The skin on the back of his hand had cracked, wrinkled, and lost its elasticity, like that of an elderly man.
“Ahhh.”
He was scared, very scared.
This is all true!
The backlash is really coming.
Changfeng rolled and crawled on the ground, his torn robe covered in blood and mud, his white hair was all messed up and he looked in a miserable state.
"Real person!"
Prince Jin regained his composure and quickly asked his son, "Yun'er, what's going on? Was this the work of the East Factory?"
How could someone be tortured to this extent in such a short time? The King of Jin was shocked and puzzled.
He subconsciously looked at Shen Xu who was sitting there.
Chen Xu sneered and brushed off his sleeves nonchalantly. The severe pain in his heart made him almost speechless. Cold sweat covered his back, but his face remained unchanged except for being slightly pale.
"Lord Shen is really good at showing off his power even in my palace..."
"Your Majesty."
Princess Jin called out to him in fear, explaining, "It started right after the thunder..." Her voice trembled, "H-his hair suddenly turned white, and so did his face."
She saw it all happen firsthand.
What kind of evil spirit did the prince offend?
The princess had originally relied on Changfeng to save her son, but seeing that he couldn't even save himself, she no longer cared about anything else.
The East Factory is here to catch the evil Taoist priest. Your Highness, please don’t provoke the East Factory again for this evil Taoist priest!
"Face?"
When the princess said this, Prince Jin quickly turned his head to look, and Changfeng also looked up at the same time.
Upon seeing this, King Jin was so frightened that he took several steps back.
Changfeng is over forty years old. He used to look like he was in his early thirties. Even the King of Jin looked older than him. But now, there are deep wrinkles on his face, his skin is dry, his cheeks are sagging, and his hair and beard are all white. People would believe that he is in his seventies or eighties.
Changfeng's eyes were filled with panic. He sat on the ground and looked at King Jin, as if a person who fell into the water saw a branch floating on the water.
King Jin: “!”
Prince Jin swallowed and rushed over.
The surrounding barbarians looked at Wu Shang for instructions, and when they saw that he didn't say anything, they took a half step back.
The King of Jin helped him up and said sincerely, "Master, I will call a doctor for you right away..."
"The doctor is useless, this is a backlash..." Changfeng moved his mouth and uttered these words with difficulty. After shouting hysterically, Changfeng's voice was hoarse and rough like an old man.
Backlash? !
Prince Jin's heart tightened, and he was so frightened that he almost dropped his guard. He couldn't even finish a sentence: "Yes, yes...why, why would it be so..."
Changfeng also wanted to know why and what had happened.
"Ahem."
Changfeng could feel his body gradually deteriorating.
He possessed exceptional aptitude for cultivation, a rare talent in Shangxu Monastery's century-long history. He could master any technique or talisman instantly, even learning the nearly lost Zhuyin Mantra without a teacher. He entered the world of cultivation at the age of thirty, ambitious to become the Grand Master of the Great Qi Dynasty, a feat he was certain he would achieve.
However, the Imperial Master Yuncheng Zhenren only said one sentence to him: "Heaven is not on your side."
Oh.
Is destiny not on your side?
Therefore, he used the ritual in Blackwater Castle ten years ago to prove that he could be above the way of heaven.
He decides destiny!
He was unwilling to accept that all his half-life efforts would be wasted!
"Will, will it backfire?"
Prince Jin finally finished his words after stuttering.
He was so panicked that he licked his dry lips.
Backlash.
If King Jin had never seen a backlash, he wouldn't be so scared.
But, having seen his son's state with his own eyes, a state neither human nor ghost, a state neither able to live nor die, he was truly terrified. These past few days, he'd regretted countless times that he shouldn't have let his son apply the talismans. If he had known, he would have just hired a servant to do it. Regrets were regrets, heartache was heartache, but now that he'd discovered Changfeng had also suffered the backlash, that heartache had turned into panic.
Next, won’t it be my turn?
"Why?"
Everything was going smoothly ten years ago.
Changfeng coughed a few more times and said with difficulty: "The Yin family girl is dead."
"The formation failed."
The formation will fail, there is only one possibility.
Daughter of the Yin family?
Dead! ?
Shen Xu suddenly grabbed the armrest of the armchair, veins popped out on the back of his hand, and the muscles in his arm were so tense that he almost broke the armrest.
My sister, she, she died?
This terrifying thought disrupted Shen Xu's usual calmness, or perhaps it was because there was nothing in the world that could make him care. No matter how crazy he was or how cruel he was, Shen Xu would never lose this last bit of calmness.
Chen Xu felt a sharp pain in his chest, and a bloody smell rose from his throat, as if blood was churning and almost about to burst out.
"Master, leave Sister Yin to me."
The voice echoed in my ears, and the phoenix eyes were bright and clear, and the bottom was visible.
Chen Xu forcibly suppressed the blood in his mouth. He slowly let go of the armrest of the armchair and instead pinched the small jade token. The jade token was ice-cold, and the chill flowed through his palm into his heart.
"Let's go to Taiqing Temple..." Changfeng said weakly, "Looking for the abbot. Ahem."
"well!"
The life, death, honor and disgrace of King Jin are tied to Changfeng.
There was no way he would give up Changfeng.
Just as the Prince of Jin was about to call the Chief Secretary and Xie Sheng to come over to help Chang Feng, Chen Xu raised his lips in a chilling smile: "Where does the Prince of Jin want to take the prisoner?"
His tone was slow, masking his weakness and the difficulty he was having in speaking.
"You don't take our East Factory seriously."
Chen Xu held his cheek with one hand, leaning lazily, his voice weak, but as soon as he opened his mouth, the guards immediately came forward and surrounded Prince Jin and Changfeng.
The Prince of Jin laughed in anger, "Lord Shen, my Prince of Jin's Mansion has never provoked you. Are you so determined to break off relations with me?"
"Just because I tolerate you this time doesn't mean I'm afraid of your East Factory!"
"Xie Sheng, come here."
Xie Sheng had shrunk into a corner. Upon hearing this, he came out timidly, his legs trembling with fear. He finally moved to the front, but a guard drew his sword and his legs went weak, and he fell to the ground.
Chen Xu said calmly, "The East Factory has been ordered to arrest this fake Taoist priest. If the prince interferes, he will be regarded as an accomplice and punished together with him."
After Shen Xu finished speaking, Wu Shang shook the imperial edict in his hand and waved it in front of him.
The jade seal on top blinded his eyes, and especially when he saw the contents of the imperial edict clearly, Prince Jin was so angry that his hands were shaking.
Such an outrageous imperial edict is simply looking for trouble!
Chen Xu's voice was even slower. Every time he spoke a word, it felt like a knife was twisting his chest. "Since the prince is here, please stay here. No one is allowed to leave without my permission."
The King of Jin was furious and laughed angrily: "Good, good, it's really impressive."
"Your Majesty, your hand."
The attendant suddenly let out a frightened scream, interrupting his questioning.
What's the use of hands? King Jin glanced at it impatiently, and suddenly his scalp went numb.
The handkerchief that wrapped his hand was blue in color, and the side close to the back of his hand was stained red with blood. It felt sticky to the touch, and it seemed that blood was still oozing out. Despite this, he did not feel any pain at all.
The King of Jin untied the handkerchief with shaking hands. The wound on the back of his hand was still the same as before, just a small scratch, the size of a fingernail, which was in no way comparable to the arrow wound he had received in Yongzhou.
He pressed the wound lightly, and blood immediately gushed out and stuck to his fingertips.
The word "backlash" popped up in his mind, and his forehead was buzzing.
No way!
He comforted himself that the wound was just a little deeper and was bleeding.
There is no backlash or no backlash.
"What are you making a fuss about? Why are you yelling?" Prince Jin glared at the Chief Secretary, as if this could help suppress the panic in his heart.
The sky was dark and thunder continued.
Prince Jin became even more irritated. He threw the blood-stained handkerchief aside and said, "Chen Xu, just take care of your Imperial Household Department. Meddling in other people's affairs will lead to bad consequences. You only have the Imperial Guard and a bunch of eunuchs at your disposal. Ha, do you really think you can turn the world upside down?"
After he said that, he went over to help Changfeng.
Muffled thunder rumbled overhead, as if getting closer and closer.
Chen Xu spoke softly, emphasizing each word, "I'm determined to turn the tables, so what can you do about it?"
The voice fell.
Boom! A loud thunder suddenly exploded, accompanied by a rumbling thunder. A white light suddenly fell. The blinding light made everyone's eyes turn white at the same time, and their eyes hurt. Even Shen Xu couldn't help but tilt his head slightly.
“Aaaaaah!”
After the thunder, there was a sharp howl.
It was as if he was experiencing the most terrifying torture in the world, wailing continuously.
The lightning flashed in an instant, and the King of Jin, who was very close to Changfeng, shouted, "Master, are you okay...?"
His voice was swallowed by the underworld, his mouth was open, his eyes were widened to an incredible degree, and his body was stiff.
When the lightning struck, Wu Shang took half a step forward and stood in front of Chen Xu. As the Chief Justice, he was in charge of the prisons. He had seen so many people being skinned and tortured in the imperial prison that even he couldn't help but gasp.
The surroundings were as quiet as a cicada.
Wu Shang tilted his head and praised: "The governor is wise, he really turned the world upside down!"
The people around were overjoyed: "The governor is wise."
Shen Xu suddenly sat up straight.
Huh?
He was surprised to find that his chest pain was gone.
Even the smell of blood that kept flowing out of his throat faded. He had been so weak that he could hardly sit still, but now, he gradually regained some strength, and even when he breathed, there was no longer the sound of a knife stabbing in his chest.
This thunderclap was like manna from heaven to him.
But for Changfeng, it was a punishment from heaven.
Lightning struck Changfeng's right side, burning his arm to his right palm into a charred black mass, emitting wisps of white smoke and a strong burnt smell in the air.
Even so, Changfeng is still alive!
He howled miserably.
Wailing.
He hugged his charred arm and rolled on the ground. The indescribable pain and despair were tearing his soul apart.
When the pain reached its peak, he even thought about dying.
But, he is still alive!
Such screams made people feel creepy. Even Wu Shang, who never showed his emotions, couldn't help but take a few more glances, thinking that there were several sets of torture instruments that could be modified to chop people into such a state that they would surely behave themselves.
Shen Xu's lips moved slightly, he put his fingers on his forehead, and a low laugh escaped from his throat.
The voice was low and hoarse, carrying joy and an inexplicable pleasure.
"Master, Master, don't be afraid, I am here."
Prince Jin started yelling again, but his steps were quietly retreating.
Chen Xu moved his fingers, signaling the guards to move aside.
So the foreigners made way to both sides.
Prince of Jin: Uh?
Changfeng raised his head with difficulty, slowly stretched out his intact hand to him, and looked at him pleadingly.
“Help, help…”
King Jin didn't dare to look at his burnt half body, so he could only shift his gaze to his face. This time, he was so scared that the hairs on his back stood up.
But in just a moment, Changfeng looked even older.
The skin on his face was not only dry, but also had patches of spots on it, some of which looked like the spots on people's faces after aging, but deeper and darker. More like...
Libido.
When the King of Jin was in the army, he had seen corpses that had not been collected in time. A few hours after they had died, spots would appear on their bodies, and the number would increase, just like Changfeng now.
Exactly the same!
Changfeng's Taoist robe had been torn into pieces, and his arms, which were not covered by sleeves, were also covered with similar black spots, large and small. Just looking at them made people's scalps tingle and their hair stand on end.
This kind of markings only appear on dead people.
And Changfeng was still alive! Was he still alive?
The King of Jin was afraid.
"Save me..."
King Jin shook his head subconsciously and stepped back, one step, two steps, three steps.
Changfeng was just struck by lightning, he is not stupid. Even though he looks like a living dead now, his mind is still clear.
He knew very well what the King of Jin's action meant.
The King of Jin was about to give up on him.
Changfeng put down his hands weakly and laughed at himself.
If it weren't for Prince Jin, why would he risk traveling from Shangxu Temple to the capital? If he hadn't left Shangxu Temple, how could he have ended up in such a situation?
"Your Majesty."
His tongue was injured, and his speech was unclear, as if a knife was rubbing against it. He chuckled, "Don't you understand yet? The formation failed... The backlash is not only against me, but also you!"
"Hehehe."
Changfeng laughed, his laughter was weak but tinged with madness. His chest kept rising and falling, and even the air he exhaled had a strong smell of burning.
"Do you think you can escape?"
Having his thoughts seen through, Prince Jin felt a little guilty, and asked with a wandering look, "Master, what do you mean?"
"You will be like me, living a life worse than death. After death, you will be condemned to hell forever, your soul restless until it turns to ashes. Haha, you will be just like me, exactly the same."
Prince Jin wanted to say that he must be scaring himself, but the corner of his eye still unconsciously glanced at his palm.
The wound was still bleeding.
"The Yin family's daughter is dead, and there is no way to save her."
“Hehehe.”
Changfeng's chest vibrated and made a buzzing sound.
"No. There must be a way, right? No!"
Changfeng just smiled.
Such a smile frightened King Jin.
Will he die too?
He will also be like the long wind.
Fear filled the heart of King Jin. His knees went weak and he fell to the ground. He was thinking that he should capture the girl from the Yin family, lock her in a dark room, and have someone watch over her, so that nothing would happen.
Why didn't they catch her? She was just a prostitute... That's right. Prince Jin remembered that he did want to send someone to catch her, but the East Factory was searching for prostitutes and questioning their registrations. Prince Jin didn't want to arouse suspicion and fail. Changfeng also said that the ninth day was the key.
Cold sweat broke out on Prince Jin's forehead.
He doesn't want to die.
"The Yin family's daughter is dead. Only I can save you. Saving me is like saving yourself... Your Highness, hehe, take care of yourself..."
"Master Governor."
Sheng Jiang ran in hurriedly, and Qingmei was with him.
"Master." Qingmei bowed and said respectfully, "The young lady asked this servant to tell you that the daughter of the Yin family is well."
Shen Xu's brows softened instantly.
"impossible!"
Chang Feng screamed, "The formation is backfiring. There's no way the core of the formation is still alive. Absolutely not!"
Qingmei snorted at him. What's possible? Their girl is amazing!
How could a demon like him compare to him?
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