Qing Wu was furious and ashamed but there was nothing she could do as the main person was not in trouble at the moment. Although she was angry at Xiao Chenyan for being "mouthless", she was secretly happy.
So much so that, when she was looked at with shock, scrutiny, or doubt, she was very tolerant and forgave the rudeness of these big fools.
Situ Jing's heart was in turmoil.
His eyes kept looking at the judge's pen in Qing Wu's right hand. Unlike others, he suspected that Qing Wu was Yun Qingwu's resurrection.
Situ Jing never regarded this person as a human being.
He had always suspected that there was an old ghost with profound spiritual powers living in Qing Wu's body.
But when Qing Wu took action just now, Situ Jing knew that he had been thinking in the wrong direction.
This ghost lady is indeed not a human, but even if she is a ghost, her identity is definitely not simple!!
What she just used was an "imperial decree"!
To sentence someone to death with one stroke of the pen, this is the ability of a judge, right? No, the judges in the underworld only judge and convict, they cannot sentence someone to death.
"Thank you for your help, Princess. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid we would all have died young today."
Situ Jing looked pitiful: "Princess, you are the great grandma I've been waiting for!"
Qing Wu shuddered and felt a little disgusted.
The black-armored guards next to them also silently distanced themselves from Situ Jing. They knew that this military advisor and barefoot doctor was thick-skinned, but there was no need to directly acknowledge him as a relative!
"Not really. You look pretty tough."
"Really?!" Situ Jing was surprised: "If the princess says so, then I will definitely have no problem living to 99."
Qing Wu smiled: "If you keep talking nonsense, I guarantee you won't live past the age of 29."
Situ Jing shut up. Situ Jing was as quiet as a chicken. He will be twenty-nine next month.
"Burn the bodies of the mandrills to prevent them from gathering and forming foul air. Remember to take off the skulls from their heads."
After Qing Wu gave the order, the black-armored guards worked efficiently.
This time, everyone was convinced by her, and many people had awe in their eyes.
"Princess, I have roughly calculated Wang Yulang's location. He should be around here."
Qing Wu nodded, but walked straight into the dilapidated temple behind him, and Situ Jing hurriedly followed.
"The people are in this dilapidated temple."
Situ Jing was stunned. "In the temple? That's not right. We checked after entering the temple and there was no one inside."
Qing Wu stared at the ruined shrine. The clay sculptures on the shrine had been destroyed and it was impossible to tell what was enshrined there.
"It was just hidden."
Situ Jing followed her gaze and quickly called a few people over to go over to the shrine.
After a while of churning, someone exclaimed.
"There really is a child inside!"
But he saw that the shrine was hollow, and a boy of about seven or eight years old was curled up inside.
The child had many scratches on his body, his face was pale and his body was cold. If it weren't for the faint breath he still had, he would have looked no different from a dead person.
The black-armored guard carefully carried the person out.
Qing Wu strode over, put her hand on the child's forehead, and frowned.
Situ Jing also noticed something was wrong. After examining the child, he said solemnly, "The soul has left the body and the child is about to die. The child has been gone for seven days. We must find the soul before midnight, otherwise it will be too late."
He subconsciously looked at Qing Wu.
Although Situ Jing knew the method of summoning the soul, he felt that with Qing Wu in his sight, his tricks were purely a show of skill before an expert.
But Qing Wu's jade finger touched the child's brow, and her voice was low and carrying that kind of mysterious pressure, as if it came from the underworld, or from the depths of the soul.
"Wang Yulang, soul, come back."
The orders of the Yin officials reach the underworld.
All the ghosts wandering in the ghost cave heard the voice, but after a long while, the child still did not respond.
Qing Wu raised her eyes, a cold light flashed in them: "This child's soul is not gone, but trapped."
No wonder the glimmer of hope she saw was so slim.
"What should we do? Princess, can you find where the child's soul is trapped?"
Qing Wu frowned. She could find it, but there was no time.
At this moment, a voice was heard from outside.
"Your Majesty."
Qing Wu opened her eyes in surprise, and saw a tall man appear at the entrance of the temple, with fire behind him and shadow in front of him.
And in those gloomy and unfathomable Ruifeng eyes, there seemed to be a cluster of wildfire burning at this moment, looking at her scorchingly.
Qing Wu was delighted: "Xiao Chenyan."
Hear her voice and see the smile blossom on her face.
Xiao Chenyan's heart seemed to be hit by something. The iris flower she had painted, like a tenacious weed, grew wildly and uncontrollably in his heart, giving rise to his absurd delusion.
"You're here at the right time, come and help me!" Qing Wuqi took his hand.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the black-armored guards held their breath and looked away.
Xiao Chenyan felt the strength coming from her hand, subconsciously tightened it, stared at her, and this time, he did not refuse.
"good."
Qing Wu pulled him and quickly walked towards the child.
When she got closer, she hesitated again. Xiao Chenyan saw her embarrassment and asked, "Don't you want my help?"
Qing Wu pursed her lips and said, "Xiao Yulang doesn't have much time left. His soul is trapped. It will be impossible to find someone to rescue his soul in a short period of time."
"There is only one way now, lend him your life."
"No!" The first one to jump out, glaring at Qing Wu: "What are your intentions, are you trying to harm the prince?"
"Back off!" Xiao Chenyan suddenly shouted coldly.
The temple was silent.
"How to borrow it?" He looked at Qing Wu, but his expression was calm.
Qing Wu's heart was struck, and she explained seriously: "It's called borrowing life, but actually I'm borrowing your Yang Qi to block his death Qi, not really lending your Yang life."
Xiao Chenyan had no objection and just nodded: "Come on."
He knelt on the ground and said, "If you want to borrow Yang Qi, you can borrow mine. I'm young and have plenty of Yang Qi!"
The other black-armored guards also knelt down in unison: "We also have plenty of Yang energy, and are willing to lend it out!"
The soldiers were all loyal and courageous, but it was a bit strange that they all rushed to say that they had more masculine energy than their own prince.
Situ Jing coughed and said, "I won't do it anymore. I have a weak kidney and my Yang energy is not as strong as yours."
The temple suddenly fell silent. Everyone was embarrassed, and Ji Sui also looked at his own prince.
Qing Wu chuckled, "To deceive the underworld, the person lending the money must have great luck."
"Only your prince has this luck."
Hearing "cheating the underworld", Situ Jing looked at Qing Wu in shock, wanting to say something but stopping himself.
Xiao Chenyan was already having a headache, so he said simply, "Just do it."
Qing Wu stopped talking nonsense. She suddenly stepped forward, stood on tiptoes, as if she wanted to kiss Xiao Chenyan's lips.
Everyone in the temple was stunned and quickly looked away.
Xiao Chenyan's body stiffened for a moment, then quickly relaxed.
The woman's lips didn't actually touch his, but from an inch away, he could clearly smell her fresh fragrance.
Like a hook, it penetrated into his seven orifices and took away something.
Qing Wu borrowed three days of her life, said thank you, and was about to turn around when Xiao Chenyan grabbed her wrist.
She glanced at him in surprise and saw that he was frowning and seemed to be hesitant to speak.
"Nothing." Xiao Chenyan let go of his hand.
Qing Wu nodded, squatted down beside the child, made a seal with her right hand, put her thumb against her heart, and pushed it upwards.
The energy of longevity gathered at her fingertips and, following her guidance, penetrated into the child's body.
Wang Yulang's complexion improved a lot in the blink of an eye, and the deathly aura on his body dissipated a little.
Seeing this, Xiao Chenyan's eyes moved and his clenched fists loosened slightly.
He also thought that if he wanted to pass on his lifespan to someone else, he would need her...
"Okay," Qing Wu nodded and smiled at him: "Xiao Chenyan, thank you."
Xiao Chenyan looked at her, his eyes seemed to penetrate her skin and see the true face of her soul.
"Cloud, clear, fog."
He recited her name word by word.
It sounds like another similar name.
The sound is inexplicably affectionate.
"You're welcome."
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