Chapter 22
Less than half a minute after Du Sheng told his first lie, his hands began to rot.
The hideous scars crawled up from the skin of his hands inch by inch, and in an instant, they spread to his face.
The people present looked at him with an expression that gradually changed from shock to horror.
"How terrible, Du Sheng is so terrible."
The children in the crowd were so frightened by Du Sheng's terrifying appearance that they got goosebumps.
Qingheng, who was originally transferring his inner energy to Mingqiao, also looked over with distraction.
He looked at the scars on Du Sheng, then at You Qing with a gloomy face. Without any hesitation, he walked over with the cub in one hand, then separated You Qing and Du Sheng.
He recognized the mantra.
Once the mantra is put down, it cannot be broken without causing death.
Although Qingheng is an immortal king respected by everyone, it does not mean that he is overly kind.
Judging from You Qing's questioning and Du Sheng's answer——
It was Du Sheng who poisoned Qiao Qiao.
He is so young but has such a vicious heart. If he grows up, who knows how many people he will murder.
Qingheng hated such a vicious child.
But despite his disgust, he still took action to suppress Du Sheng's corruption.
You Qing was pushed aside and looked at Qingheng who was treating Du Sheng's injuries. He raised his eyes and stared at Qingheng with confusion in his eyes.
"Why save him?"
"I'm not saving him."
Qingheng's voice was so soft, almost inaudible: "I'm saving you."
If such a vicious mantra were discovered by someone, it would definitely cause big trouble.
Qingheng didn't want a bad kid to ruin his good kid.
The decay is temporarily suppressed.
Du Sheng finally realized that You Qing was not bluffing him.
If he doesn't tell the truth, he will really rot, stink, and die!
"It's me."
After witnessing his own decay, Du Sheng's psychological defenses finally collapsed. He spoke with a trembling voice, "I was the one who planted the bamboo grass, Immortal Lord, save me!"
Du Sheng pleaded guilty.
When Wang Feilong heard his confession, he was also completely confused.
What is this?
One is the Dafei royal family, and the other is the Lintian Sect. He doesn't want to offend either side!
"Qingheng."
Wang Feilong spoke again, wanting to know if there was any room for reconciliation.
But he didn't know whether it was because he had bad luck today or what, but whenever he opened his mouth to speak, he would be interrupted.
This time, just as he called Qingheng's name, as expected, another accident happened.
People from the Dafei royal family are about to come to visit Du Sheng at this moment.
I don’t know who sent the message to the Dafei royal family, or maybe someone from the royal family sensed that Du Sheng was in danger.
They were at the front door, coming in without announcing anything.
Behind them, Bai Yu also mixed in.
The people who came in would undoubtedly go to where the crowd gathered first, and this led them to the cafeteria where the most people were.
"Sound!"
"Your Highness, Third Prince!"
Du Sheng, who was lying on the ground, caught everyone's attention. Although his face was disfigured, his clothes and figure were still very easy to recognize.
A gorgeously dressed woman, calling out "Sheng'er" urgently, ran over hurriedly.
As soon as she arrived, she hugged the distressed Du Sheng and burst into tears.
"My son, who harmed you?"
Following behind the woman was a royal doctor, who quickly stepped forward to treat Du Sheng.
Seeing the woman coming, Wang Feilong closed his eyes and completely gave up.
It is now impossible to gloss over the situation.
Now he only prayed that the Third Prince and Ming Qiao would not die. He could not afford the lives of these two young nobles.
"Immortal Lord Qingheng, City Lord Wang, since you are both here, you must know who murdered my son. I hope you can seek justice for my son."
The woman was not only a royal wife, but also the daughter of a monastic family.
She recognized Qingheng and Wang Feilong.
So, at this moment she stared at the two of them, suppressing her anger and asking them to give her an explanation.
Wang Feilong felt a bitter taste in his throat. Looking at the doctor treating Du Sheng with sweat all over his forehead, he wanted to ask the doctor for a pill to take.
To be honest, his heart almost stopped from being stimulated.
"Mrs. Du, no one will harm your child."
Wang Feilong couldn't speak, so Qingheng spoke in a cold voice.
He explained the reason in a cold voice: "Your child poisoned my young son, and this retribution is your own fault."
Qingheng's explanation made Mrs. Du stunned.
Mrs. Du reacted for two seconds, then shook her head to deny it.
"Impossible! My son has a pure heart and would never poison someone!"
Mrs. Du obviously did not have a clear understanding of her son. She held her son's hand and told everyone about his filial piety.
She said that her son was filial to his parents and that he took care of his sick younger brother. After his younger brother had an accident, her son was in pain for many days and could not eat.
She didn't believe that such a filial and kind son would harm others.
You Qing, who was standing by, keenly noticed that when Mrs. Du mentioned the word "younger brother", Du Sheng's eyes on the ground seemed to change subtly.
A hint of inquiry flashed across his dark eyes, and he took a few steps forward.
He took only a small step forward before Qingheng noticed.
Next second.
Before You Qing could make any move, Qing Heng spoke again -
"My son has already admitted that he was poisoned."
"Madam Du, your son is under the spell of truth. Under the spell of truth, there is no lying."
Qingheng saw that there was a powerful person among the crowd that came with Madam Du.
Although he concealed the traces of the mantra, it was impossible for him to hide it completely.
The mantra was cast by You Qing. The royal family might be wary of the Immortal Sect, but they would not be wary of You Qing who has no foundation.
Therefore, he now exposed the matter of the mantra curse and let Mrs. Du think that he was the one who cast the mantra curse, so that He could also get You Qing out of the way.
When Mrs. Du heard the mantra, her expression suddenly changed.
Mantras are the stuff of demonic cultivation, but Qing Heng is known for slaying demons.
He got something from the demon cultivator and used it on her son...
Madam Du's expression changed again and again. Finally, she said in hatred, "My Lord, my son is young and ignorant. Why are you so cruel?"
Mrs. Du no longer says that her son is innocent. She starts to accuse Qingheng of being petty!
Qingheng took the mantra and was too lazy to say anything more to her.
His Qiao Qiao was still in pain, and he didn't want to delay even a minute longer.
"Mrs. Du, if I hadn't arrived in time, my young son would have died here."
"I said, this is what he deserves."
"If you don't agree, just come find me."
Qingheng held the baby with a pale face in his arms and glared coldly at Mrs. Du lying on the ground.
Mrs. Du could clearly see the fighting spirit in his eyes.
“You, you——”
Mrs. Du had never seen Qingheng with such a side. She wanted to blame him and vent her anger on him, but he was unwilling to even look at her!
The latter walked away from her in a dignified manner, holding the little child covered in blood in his arms.
"I don't care what the reason is, you can't hurt my son!"
"Qingheng, come back here!"
Mrs. Du's love for her son made her not afraid of Qingheng's identity, nor the Lintian Sect behind Qingheng.
She just said angrily: "Come back soon and help my son break the mantra curse!"
Her roar echoed behind her, but received no response.
Bai Yu was watching this scene in the crowd. He wanted to catch up with Qing Heng, but there was a junior fellow disciple there.
"Little Junior Brother, let's go."
Baiyu wants to take his junior fellow apprentice to chase Qingheng.
You Qing saw his senior brother. Before he walked towards his senior brother, he stopped in front of Du Sheng and paused.
"Du Sheng, you can only tell the truth now."
"Does your brother's death have anything to do with you?"
After You Qing left this question, he didn’t listen to the answer, but walked straight towards Bai Yu.
Bai Yu grabbed his wrist and without stopping for a second, flew off to chase after him.
Behind them.
Mrs. Du's heart suddenly skipped a beat as she looked at her son, whose expression was becoming increasingly suspicious.
The questions asked under the mantra cannot be avoided and must be answered.
But her son was holding back and refused to answer...
"Sound."
Mrs. Du felt a chill down her spine. Her voice was trembling as she asked her son, "Your brother's death has nothing to do with you. Why didn't you answer?"
Du Sheng bit his lip, and his lower lip bled, but he didn't utter a word.
An old man came from behind and picked up Du Sheng.
"Sheng'er is the most talented child in cultivating immortals in my royal family."
"Qing Heng destroyed my Sheng'er, which is equivalent to destroying my royal family's hopes. I will never let him off easy on this matter."
The old man carried Du Sheng away without looking at Mrs. Du who was sitting stiffly in the same place with a dazed expression.
In his opinion, the questions Mrs. Du asked were meaningless.
Between a dead, sick child and a living, extremely gifted child, the royal family still knows which one is the most precious.
Watching Du Sheng being carried away, Mrs. Du slowly stood up with red eyes.
No one knows the pain in Mrs. Du's heart.
But above the clouds in the distance, Qingheng knew Mingqiao’s pain.
Although the little guy buried his face, his body was still shaking in pain.
Qing Heng infused him with true Qi to clear the meridians in his body, and looked for the best secret spot to force the poison out of him.
Searched around.
Qing Heng chose a valley he had been to before. There was not much spiritual energy in the valley, but it had the advantage of having a natural medicine furnace.
Qingheng wanted to force the poison out of Mingqiao in the medicine furnace.
"Mom, Qiao Qiao still wants to vomit."
Mingqiao nestled in her mother's arms and loosened her clothes with her little hands.
His dirty little face stained with blood, his delicate eyebrows were tightly furrowed.
Qing Heng landed on the ground, stroked his back with his big hand, and said soothingly, "Okay, if you want to vomit, just vomit a little more. We will be able to force the poison out soon."
Mingqiao said she wanted to vomit, but she covered her mouth with her little hands and refused to vomit.
Qingheng frowned, not knowing why the little guy was holding it in.
It wasn't until the little guy struggled to turn his face away and vomited on the ground that he realized it.
The little guy was afraid that vomit would dirty his clothes.
"Jojo."
Qingheng's cold and lonely heart was stirred up by this little guy.
He supported the little guy's back and wiped his mouth with his clean sleeve, not minding the dirt at all.
He whispered to comfort her again and again: "Our Qiao Qiao will get better soon."
"Mom, Qiao Qiao is fine."
Ming Qiao, who had just vomited blood, saw that his mother was worried about him. He held his mother's fingers and shook them, then softly coaxed her, "Don't be afraid, mother. Qiao Qiao will not die."
The big and the small coaxed each other. Finally, Qingheng's eyes turned slightly red and he kissed the little guy on the forehead.
"Let's go to the medicine furnace."
"Um!"
The two figures, one big and one small, disappeared on the spot, and on the thick branch of a big tree next to them, sat a young man in black.
The man held a piece of wild grass in the corner of his mouth and looked straight in the direction where Qingheng left.
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A father: Oh, the immortal has a cub?
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There is still one today!
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