Chapter 66 Birth Ceremony
Xia Feng naturally recognized that the woman in the glass coffin was the mysterious woman he met in his dream.
In the dream she said she had a husband, so she must be referring to the prince.
The strange thing is, since the person in the glass coffin was the princess, then who was outside before?
But before Xia Feng could think about it, a crackling sound came from the ceiling.
Bang——
A figure crashed through the wall, passing through the air like a cannonball, and crashed straight into the ice-blue glass coffin. Boom—
Ripples appeared on the surface of the glazed coffin, and the figure was bounced back by the huge force and fell into the wall, with smoke and dust filling the air.
“Cough, cough—”
Xia Feng recognized that it was Zhao Jie's coughing in pain, and guessed that he was seriously injured.
"Click, click, click--" A series of camera sounds were heard. Xia Feng looked back and found that Wei Shutong had appeared behind him at some point, holding a camera and taking pictures of the glass cabin.
It was a cabin filled with nutrient solution leaning against the corner. A girl's head was floating in the transparent glass, with empty eyes.
"Hey, Lao Wei, you still have the mood to take pictures when you are surrounded?!" More and more white-faced men rushed into the corridor, and Xia Feng and his companions had no choice but to retreat step by step.
"Kid, you have to learn to stay calm and collected in the face of any situation. That's what makes you cool." The man in a suit with his hair slicked back pressed the shutter button with his left hand while raising his hunting rifle to the side with his right hand. Bang—
The fire snake was swallowing and spitting, and the white-faced man who was rushing forward had blood splattered on his head and fell backward to the ground.
"Handsome girl!" Xia Feng cursed, turned the big knife over, pushed the blade backwards, and the white-faced man who rushed behind him spat out blood and fell to the ground.
Swish——
Xia Feng drew his sword and rushed towards Mushroom who was sitting on the ground. He picked him up by the waist, rolled him on the ground a few times, and rushed out of the crowd, landing steadily next to Wei Shutong.
"You're here."
Wei Shutong put down the camera and stuffed a large stack of photos and a USB drive directly into Xia Feng's hands.
"Fuck you! What the hell is going on?" Xia Feng subconsciously took the photo and USB drive, stunned for a moment, "No, why are you giving me this?"
"Bang bang bang bang bang bang--" Densely packed gun muzzles appeared around Wei Shutong and began to circle and fire.
The outer perimeter of the gun array was immediately surrounded by Wei Shutong, and was caught in a hail of bullets, with blood flying everywhere.
"Hey! There are our people outside!" Xia Feng was shocked.
"Then let them fend for themselves."
Wei Shutong said casually, then turned around and said seriously, "Two things. First, give the photo to Big Face Cat. His location is written on the back of the photo. Remember to tell him that his granddaughter has been confirmed dead! Second, keep the USB drive safe. If you really can't keep it, give it to someone you trust."
"Okay, that's it! You can go now."
As the words fell, a crack appeared in the gun array, and a small door leading to the outside world appeared outside.
"Swish--" At this moment, the gun muzzle misfired, and a bloody knife pierced through the gun array, and the tip of the knife stopped in front of Wei Shutong's forehead.
"We're one of us!" Xia Feng shouted to the woman in the black dress outside.
The gun array parted, and Wei Shutong frowned as he looked at Mu Qingtong: "Can she be trusted?"
"Can."
"Okay, both of you go." Wei Shutong stomped his feet, and the energy waves spread out, and the two were immediately shocked out of the door.
"Wait a minute, there are mushrooms!"
"It would be more dangerous if she follows you." Wei Shutong flipped the hunting rifle in his hand into a hunting knife. He stood in front of the door in a suit and said solemnly, "We will protect her. Go!"
Xia Feng and Mu Qingtong looked at each other. Neither of them was the type to hesitate. Since they had chosen to believe Wei Shutong, they would believe him to the end.
"Walk!"
The two turned around and quickly entered the dense forest.
*
When the prince arrived at the laboratory, except for the ice-blue glazed coffin in the center which was intact, the surrounding area had become a ruin and was full of fire.
A group of white-faced men were scattered around cleaning up the battlefield.
The prince looked around with a gloomy face, suppressing his anger and said in a deep voice: "Where are the people?"
"We have captured Wei Shutong, who was left behind to cover our retreat, and he is now unconscious." Zhao Jie sweatdropped and lowered his head. "But Li Hongdou was kidnapped by the cat-faced man."
"Stole it away?!" The prince suddenly turned his head and stared at Zhao Jie with a majestic look, as if he wanted to eat him.
Zhao Jie lowered his head and dared not speak.
"The princess will be born in two days."
A black-robed figure stepped out of the shadows. He wore a white mask with a blood-red figure 8 etched on it. His voice was hoarse. "My Lord, I've told you all along. After so many experiments and setbacks over the years, the causal connection with the princess is still unclear. It's only a matter of time before something goes wrong. Li Hongdou is the only remaining solution. Without her confirmation of the princess's existence, her spirit will struggle to complete the birth ritual, let alone merge with her divine body."
As he spoke, the eight-faced man looked up at the woman in the ancient Shenhuang skirt in the glazed coffin.
At the same time, a woman in a red dress walked in from outside the door, and everyone quickly stepped back three meters.
The veil that covered the woman in the red dress had disappeared, revealing her foxy cheeks, which were exactly the same as those in the glass coffin.
She walked slowly around the glass coffin like a ghost, and finally stopped in front of it, looking up silently, but her eyes were still covered with black veil and she could not see anything.
But it was visible to the naked eye that wisps of spiritual light were emanating from the surface of the red-dressed woman's body and floating towards the glass coffin. This was obviously a very stable soul that could exist in the human world for a long time.
The prince frowned and stared at the soul: "Are you sure she will recognize me as her master when she opens her eyes?"
"Don't worry, my Lord."
The eight-faced man smiled faintly and said, "The information from our Divine Evil Society cannot be wrong. According to records, when this person awakens and opens her eyes, her pupils will be filled with golden light. When the golden light fades, the first human she notices will be recognized as her master and used by her."
The eight-faced man shook his head again. "But this presupposes that the princess' spirit can complete the birth ritual and merge with her divine body before the day after tomorrow. Otherwise, all efforts will be in vain."
"My Lord, Li Hongdou is the key to the birth of the princess. I suggest that we capture her as soon as possible."
Wang Jue naturally understood the crux of the matter and glanced at Zhao Jie, "What are you still standing there for! Go arrest them!"
"Yes!" Zhao Jie quickly clasped his fists and retreated.
"Mr. Eight, my men are seriously injured and I have no one else to use. So, could you please help me with something?"
"Your Excellency, please feel free to speak."
The 8-faced man smiled faintly and said, "Although the Divine Evil Society's invasion of Area 51 failed, we have seen the sincerity of the Lord King, so doing a small favor for you is our duty."
The prince nodded, his eyes slightly narrowed.
"Among those who escaped, there were two little guys, one named Xia Feng and the other named Mu Qingtong. The photos and USB flash drives they had were very unfavorable to this king."
"Please, Mr. Eight, come into the Evil Dragon Forest."
"oh?"
The 8-faced man seemed to be thinking about something. "Xia Feng? I've heard of him. It's said that this guy's ability to replicate spiritual weapons caused a sensation in Weiyang. He's a rare talent."
"It's talent, but it's a pity that they chose the wrong team."
The prince chuckled lightly and warned in a deep voice, "But Mr. Ba, your spiritual weapon is a rare B-grade spiritual weapon. You must not use it in front of that kid, otherwise it will be very troublesome if he copies it."
"Haha~ Then the prince can rest assured."
The 8-faced man shook his head and chuckled, "I am a highly afflicted being, and my spiritual weapon has long been severely contaminated by the evil force. If he dares to copy my spiritual weapon, he can try. I'm afraid he may have the opportunity to copy it but not the chance to use it~"
(End of this chapter)
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