Chapter 625: Where did the prince’s soul go?
The King of Wu kicked the military doctor to the ground and became furious.
The prince lay unconscious in bed, his face blue and sweating profusely, with dozens of silver needles piercing his body. The charcoal fire in the tent was burning fiercely, and the military doctors, staff, personal guards, and magicians gathered in the tent were sweating profusely, but they dared not move.
The King of Wu paced anxiously in front of the Crown Prince's bed. His eyes fell on his personal guards and he shouted, "Tell me! What happened?"
The guards were soaking wet and shivering constantly, their lips chapped and their faces pale as gold paper. Hearing the shout, they immediately fell to the ground and said, "Your Highness, the Crown Prince has broken through Yuezhou City and is trying to capture the Yuezhou Provincial Surveillance Commissioner. He led us in pursuit all the way north to Meishan Creek."
"The Yuezhou Censor was aided by a demonic being. They first spread fog to confuse our direction, then used magic to freeze the river, forcing the Censor to escape across it."
"We chased the demon to the riverbank with the prince, but he was already dead. The prince, wanting to capture the Yuezhou Provincial Surveillance Commissioner, also rode out onto the ice. But halfway through, the ice suddenly melted, and the prince and I were swept into the river."
"I am good at swimming. I broke free from my armor and went to rescue the prince, but when we found him, he was already unconscious."
The King of Wu kicked the guard again and said, "If you can't protect the prince, what use are you to me? If the prince can't wake up, I want you to be buried with him!"
The personal soldier was kicked to the ground, his vision went dark, but he dared not move.
The King of Wu sat down beside the Crown Prince, touched his hand, tears in his eyes, and said, "Shun'er, I was wrong. I shouldn't have let you stay in the imperial capital since you were a child. If you had grown up in Gusu, how could you not know how to swim?"
The military doctor was kicked, but still crawled to the prince's side and pulled out the silver needles from his body. He crawled and said, "Your Highness, the prince is filled with a strong evil energy. I am of limited ability and can only keep your Highness alive. Please forgive me, Your Highness."
"Evil aura?" King Wu wiped his tears and looked at the mage in the tent. "Mage, come and take a look!"
The mage had no choice but to step forward and said with a wry smile, "Your Highness, you are the crown prince. Your Highness has a very deep destiny and it is difficult for him to be conquered by magic. I can only do my best."
"Look!" King Wu's voice left no room for argument.
The mage's face became even more bitter, but he had to silently use his spiritual power to try to find out the problem with the prince.
But his spiritual observation made him shudder and ask, "How could this be?"
He rushed forward, placed one hand on the prince's spirit platform, and used the other hand to perform Taoist magic, and his magic power easily invaded the prince's spirit platform.
The mage withdrew his hand and looked solemnly at King Wu, saying, "Your Highness, the Crown Prince has a strong destiny. It should be difficult to be attacked by magic. However, I, the Taoist spirit, have observed that the Crown Prince's destiny is weak and his life fire is waning."
"His spirit platform is dark, and there is no spirit in him anymore."
The King of Wu shouted, "What do you mean?"
The mage bowed and said, "The prince has lost his soul."
"Lost his soul?" King Wu was furious. "My son is under the protection of the gods, how could he have lost his soul?"
The mage shook his head and said, "I don't know."
The King of Wu suppressed his anger and asked, "Since my son's soul has been lost, do you have a way to summon it back?"
The mage said, "I have a method to summon souls, but whether it will work is hard to say. The prince's life span has not yet ended. Although his soul and spirit have been separated, he still has a lot of luck. The method to summon his soul may not be effective."
"Try!" said King Wu.
The wizard immediately retreated to prepare the altar.
The King of Wu waited anxiously in the tent, but his thoughts kept wandering, making him feel cold.
Whether it was the King of Wu or the Crown Prince, both were extremely destined, and ordinary Taoist magic was simply unable to harm them. Furthermore, the King of Wu and the City God had a long-standing agreement that the King of Wu's mansion would be protected by gods, making it difficult for evil spirits to invade.
But at this moment, the prince was at a loss. What went wrong?
The mage quickly prepared the altar, took a strand of the prince's hair as a token, burned incense as a token of support, and used Taoist magic to summon the prince's soul.
The magic sword was waved, the wind and clouds moved, the lit incense burned rapidly, and the smoke curled up, but there was no response at all.
The mage used all his magical powers but still could not succeed. He could only look at King Wu and said, "Your Majesty, please call the prince by his name yourself."
The King of Wu personally ascended the altar and called out, "Shun'er, come back quickly!"
A whirlwind arose from the altar, and the incense burned out in an instant. The wizard suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.
Failed.
The King of Wu's face turned ashen and looked extremely ugly.
Not only him, but also Generals Wang and Li who were hiding in the dark and watching this soul-calling ceremony looked extremely unhappy.
"Failed. Where did the prince's soul go?"
Generals Wang and Li personally took action and eventually made the prince fall into the water in order to take away the prince's soul so that they could stage a scene in which the god of Shangfang Mountain had great powers and saved the prince, and the prince was willing to go up the mountain to serve Wutong.
After several preparations, they first suppressed the prince's luck with the energy of the battlefield, and then took advantage of his loss of mind when he fell into the water to take away his soul.
They followed closely behind the prince, but in just a moment, they missed when they tried to seize his soul.
It’s like you’ve already figured out how to spend your money, but when you reach into your wallet, you find there’s nothing inside.
That money... no, where did the prince's soul go?
Generals Wang and Li had gloomy faces. General Li asked, "Third brother, was there anyone else present at the time?"
General Wang shook his head and said, "There is no one else except us."
General Li's eyes flushed red as he asked, "What should we do? Could it be that his soul was unstable to begin with and had already left his body and been washed away by the water before we could make a move?"
General Wang said, "It's not impossible. I've already ordered the various gods to search the mountains and rivers. But I'm worried about what will happen if his soul can't be found."
Not only was he worried, General Li was also worried.
The prince was chosen by the Holy Mother Jizhituo to be worshipped, and his destiny was destined to be dedicated to the Holy Mother Jizhituo. But now that his soul has flown away, who will report to the Holy Mother Jizhituo?
Generals Wang and Li looked at each other and fell into deep worry.
The sky gradually brightened.
The Yuezhou Censor did not run far and was chased back by the army of King Wu.
He was tied to a horse and brought before the King of Wu.
"Bah! You traitor, you shall not die a good death!" the Yuezhou Censor cursed.
The King of Wu drew the sword from the table, held it with both hands, and cut off Shun'er's head with one blow. He said bitterly, "It is you who have died a miserable death! If it were not for you, Shun'er would not be in a coma."
The head of the Yuezhou Censor rolled twice on the ground, his eyes refusing to close, reflecting the sky with a golden rainbow.
The sun set and day broke.
In the wilderness, two half-grown children holding hands stopped.
The force that had been pushing them forward disappeared, and the wind became still.
The older child took off the cloth covering his eyes, and the sunlight fell into his eyes, making him cry like rain.
The young children heard the voice and took off the cloth, but saw a red ghost standing beside them. Their face was unclear, but they exuded masculine righteousness and endless vitality.
It seems to be a tree, but also seems to be a person.
"Peach God."
He recognized that this was the incarnation of the divine power accumulated by the sorcerer Chen in his worship of the Peach God.
The Peach God is here, but where is the Master? Without the Peach God, how can the Master protect himself?
He looked at his crying senior brother, then at the quiet Tao Shen, and a look of panic and confusion appeared on his face.
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