Chapter 286 Constant Changes
The night enveloped the earth. At the border of Chaoyue City, someone shouted "You can go out now", causing an uproar.
The people who were comforted by the secret guards outside the barrier were not relieved. No one could sleep late at night. They knelt in their homes and prayed for the King of Yue and Emperor Jing with heavy hearts. At this time, the news of the breaking of the formation came. One by one, they beat drums and gongs, sang and danced, and gathered in a group and ran out of the city to look for their benefactors, the King of Yue and Emperor Jing.
But what was seen were glaring dark bloodstains and a cliff with a piece obviously missing.
The secret guards fell to their knees, and the people were confused and their faces gradually turned pale: "Your Majesty and Emperor Jing...?"
What followed was the weeping of all the people.
Le Zhou, who had hurried over and was watching from a secret place, was extremely shocked. It was broken? The unsolvable secret formation was actually broken?
Le Zhou was puzzled.
Even he was unable to resist the evil and murderous aura in this formation.
There is a blood jade in the formation. If it is destroyed or discarded, the power of the formation's final attack will be doubled. If the person breaking the formation is smart enough to carry it with him, then all attacks will be directed at one person.
If only one of the ministers had entered the battlefield, he would have been killed for sure. But who is the one who died with the blood jade on his body?
He did not want to think about it anymore. He placed the formation on the cliff just to provide another layer of protection. No matter who managed to escape, they would have no chance of survival if they fell off the cliff after using up all their skills.
The handsome man smiled slowly.
Being able to take Emperor Jing away was an unexpected gain.
He left silently and soon arrived at the place where the underground palace entered the sun.
As Le Zhou walked down the stairs and entered the underground palace, the blood that had accumulated to his ankles instantly soaked his shoes, socks and clothes.
Tens of thousands of hooded men in red robes were kneeling there, each of them lifeless but with the last bit of warmth in their bodies still remaining. It had not been long since they died. The blood jade in the sun shattered into pieces and fell into the sea of blood.
Le Zhou drew the sword from his waist and walked forward expressionlessly, stirring up the blood. With every step there was a splash of water mixed with a cold and gloomy air, as if countless wronged souls were lingering in the underground palace and could not be freed.
He walked to the front round platform and saw his younger brother, the King of Southern Xinjiang, at a glance.
The hand rises and the sword falls.
“Shua——”
Blood gushed out and the King of Southern Xinjiang's head fell to the ground.
Le Zhou's eyes were cold. He bent down, grabbed a bunch of hair and lifted the head out of the sea of blood.
“Boo-boo-boo——”
Each step seemed particularly heavy, and he left in silence.
All that's left are thousands of corpses kneeling in the underground palace, which will eventually rot and stink.
…
Wen Suili couldn't sleep tonight. He tossed and turned, but finally he hurriedly put on his coat and went to look for Yian.
He and Minghe and others followed Junlin's words to guard the house and be on guard against any sudden attack in southern Xinjiang. Wushi left for Yue State to find Junlin and is not in the palace now. Wen Suili was so anxious that he didn't know who to talk to, so he prepared to talk to Yian, but he didn't expect to meet Song Simiao standing under the moon on the way.
Hearing the footsteps, Song Simiao turned around and looked. When he saw Wen Suili's face, he was silent for a while and sighed: "But you can't sleep?"
Wen Suili frowned and nodded.
Song Simiao was fidgeting: "Me too, I wonder where the high priest is going in such a hurry?"
"Seeking my Lord."
These two people looked at each other knowingly.
Something happened.
The uneasy feeling in my heart means something has really happened.
Without stopping, the two of them walked quickly towards Yi'an's residence. When they arrived, they knocked on the door several times but received no response.
Song Simiao: "But is he fast asleep?"
Wen Suili's heart tensed up and he broke into the house.
The moonlight poured down from the door, shining on Wen Suili's long silver hair, making it look a little distorted. He walked quickly to where Yi An was sleeping, and sure enough, he saw that he was sweating profusely and his face was pale, with his eyes closed and he was unconscious.
Wen Suili suppressed his panic and called him many times, until he saw the boy's pale lips move slightly, then he felt relieved as if he had been pardoned. By the time Wen Suili reacted, he was already covered in cold sweat.
Yian woke up and looked towards the two of them blankly.
Wen Suili didn't care about anything else and asked fearfully: "What do you want?"
Song Simiao over there was already preparing warm tea in case of emergency.
Yian didn't react, but just stared blankly at a certain place with his slightly moist eyes.
Wen Suili lowered his head, slowly stretched out a hand and waved it over the pair of red eyes, but Yian did not react at all.
Song Simiao was surprised: "He..."
Wen Suili stood silently in front of the bed, her icy blue eyes hidden by her wispy bangs. Her body had become thinner in recent days, and the more she tried to control herself the more she couldn't help but tremble slightly.
"Brother."
He called out a name that shocked Song Simiao even more.
Wen Suili raised his voice and said, "Brother!"
Yian lay on the bed, just blinking blankly.
The surrounding darkness made him feel at a loss, and the deafness made him anxious. The boy could not smell the fragrance of tea, nor taste the flavor. He threw back the quilt and stumbled to get up, but accidentally fell off the bed. He had no idea who caught him, as he did not even have any sense of touch.
"Is it dark?"
A hoarse and unpleasant sound came out of his mouth, and then he rubbed his ears urgently. He couldn't hear his own voice.
The huge sorrow swallowed Wen Suili completely. They could still talk during the day, but why did it become so serious at night?
Yian didn't dare to move. He couldn't even feel the bed when he touched it.
He just curled up in confusion.
The five senses were taken away.
For the first time, he realized so clearly how terrible these things were.
Loneliness, panic, helplessness, confusion, despair, and many more emotions are mixed together and constantly squeezed together to form the situation that Yian is facing.
Wen Suili felt a pang of pain in his heart when he saw his brother, whom he always respected, as steady and strong, showing a posture more fragile than a baby.
Wen Suili hugged Yian and cried silently, while Song Simiao felt weak and was about to fall.
How could such a brilliant man, who conveyed God's will and protected the world's peace, end up like this?
It's dawn.
It's getting dark.
Seven days passed with wind and rain, but the people sent out to search for them could not find any news about Emperor Jing and the King of Yue.
Everyone knew that Emperor Jing and King Yue had died, but no one dared to admit it, and no one dared to announce the country's death.
Wu Shi went mad looking for him everywhere, while Ming He and Man Lao were so devastated that they wanted to send troops to conquer southern Xinjiang right away.
The King of Southern Xinjiang caused the entire nation of Jing and Yue to mourn because of an incident involving the Queen. Amidst the curses and hatred, someone appeared with the King of Southern Xinjiang's head in his hand, claiming that the evildoer had been killed and that Southern Xinjiang would do its best to compensate for the two countries in the future.
The people of Southern Xinjiang applauded the killing of the King of Southern Xinjiang. Under the recommendation of the ministers and the situation, Southern Xinjiang, which was leaderless, elected Le Zhou as the new king.
A new King of Southern Xinjiang ascended the throne, named Lezhou.