world.
North of the grassland.
A group of cavalrymen galloped across the grassland.
These people were all dressed like Hu people, with high noses, deep eyes, clear features, one eye was blue, and the other was a strange blood red.
The leading young general frowned and looked at the endless grassland in front of him with a serious expression.
"The door...disappeared."
There was some unrest among the cavalry.
If Qing Wu and Xiao Chenyan were present, they would definitely be able to see the weirdness of this group of people.
Blood eyes are the symbol of the witch clan's bloodline.
This group of Hu cavalry were all people possessed by the Wu clan.
"Master Wuyeshao, how could Fengju and Yumen disappear for no reason?"
"Yes, without Fengju Yumen, we will lose contact with our clan!"
The witch did not answer. He raised his hands respectfully, and saw that there was a skull in his hands.
The skull is not big and it is obvious that it is a woman's skull.
"Please ask Saint Chenwei to give us some instructions."
The woman's skull stared straight at the place where Fengju Yumen disappeared. Her upper and lower jaws opened and closed gently, but she made a laugh that sounded like sadness and crying.
Tears of blood flowed from her empty eye sockets.
"Fanyou, Fanyou..."
She recited the name with reluctance and hatred.
This skull is the skeleton of Wu Zhen's body, and it is also the witch seed she left on the grassland.
After being trapped by Qing Wu that day, she had no choice but to disintegrate her body on the spot and escape by cutting off her tail.
As a result, her power was weakened by 80%, leaving only a remnant of her soul and consciousness in her skull.
She knew that Fan You would no longer help her, but she also knew what Fan You was bound to do. However, when she used the power of prophecy to predict Fan You's future, she failed.
Now, Fan You’s choice was before her.
He finally chose the underworld and his beloved daughter.
He used his body and soul as a gamble to seal the Fengju Yumen Gate, blocking the Wu Clan's path to return to the Three Realms!
This group of witch tribe vanguards who had entered the three realms first became trapped beasts.
Wu Zhen smiled, and his smile became more sinister.
After she had experienced hatred, sorrow and rage, all that was left in her heart was self-mockery and a kind of sudden desolation.
Fan You has made his choice.
And she had no way out.
"We can no longer count on Fengju and Yumen. We will have to fight alone from now on."
Wu Zhen said in a cold voice: "My royal court, gather the troops. It's time to send the batch of witch figurines that were made back then into battle."
The witch also nodded and accepted the order.
Wu Zhen paused, and suddenly turned his head to the west: "No..."
She mobilized the little magical power she had and made another prediction.
"Wu Ye, immediately head west, and a mouse will slip out from the Yumen Gate in Fengju."
Wu did not dare to delay and took the order to do the job.
But he also had doubts in his heart: "All the people in Fengju Yumen are from my tribe, where did the rats come from?"
Wu Zhen sneered, "I was negligent. Fan You helped Guixu steal the ten witch skeletons, but he didn't hand them over to me immediately. I'm afraid he secretly arranged it at that time, using the witch skeletons to secretly send a rat into Fengju Yumen."
It was that little mouse who, together with Fan You, closed the Fengju Yumen.
Fan You died in Fengju Yumen, but the little mouse was sent out by him.
The reason why Wu Zhen was so angry at the moment was because she felt that Yun Zheng's soul, which she had hidden in Fengju Yumen, had appeared in the human world.
Although there was only a faint trace of residual breath, it could not be hidden from her perception.
Now the only hope for the remaining members of the Wu clan who remain in the human world is the awakening of Chi You, and the key to this situation lies in Yun Zheng.
If that little mouse were to deliver Yun Zheng's soul to Shasha's hands, all her arrangements would be in vain.
Wu Zhen clenched his teeth.
Once again, she fell into Fan You's hands...
…
In the capital, a storm is about to come.
Prince Hui finally got a taste of what it was like to hold great power, but even though he had the power he had always dreamed of, he did not feel happy at all. He just felt like he was holding a hot potato.
I want to ask seventeen or eighteen times a day, when will my beloved nephew come?
He really can't take it anymore!
Fortunately, Zuo Xiang and other court officials have begun to take action, and the situation is still stable. However, when the news came that all the vassal kings had returned to the capital, he could no longer sit still.
Prince Hui hurried to Prince Yan's Palace, but he didn't find Xiao Chenyan and Qing Wu, nor did he find his cheap nephew to wander around at night, so he could only catch Situ Jing.
"I don't know when the prince and princess will come." Situ Jing was still drinking tea calmly, looking through the accounts in his hands and fiddling with the abacus beads.
Prince Hui snatched the abacus from him.
"It doesn't matter if you settle the accounts with the Ministry of Revenue later. The brothers of the prince have come to the capital in the name of clearing the court of evil officials. They have tens of thousands of soldiers, and even if so many troops are gathered together, we can't stop them!"
Prince Hui was so anxious that he was sweating profusely.
Right now, inside and outside the capital, the Black Armor Guards, the Dragon Power Army and the Imperial Guards together have only 20,000 people. How can they resist the combined forces of so many vassal kings?
"We can't outnumber them, but how can we outnumber the ghosts?"
Situ Jing really didn't understand why Prince Hui was so anxious. When he was in doubt, he went to the princess. With the princess around, there was nothing to be afraid of!
Prince Hui was suspicious, "I know my niece-in-law is powerful, but can she call upon thousands of ghosts? Don't scare me. Prince Hui has read a lot of rumors recently, and it's written in the rumors that the order in the underworld is strict."
"My niece-in-law has magical powers, but the ghost master down there has to give her face."
"Besides, what if the army attacks the capital and Ah Yan and my niece-in-law haven't arrived yet?"
Situ Jing saw that he was sweating profusely. After a moment of silence, he asked, "Your Highness Prince Hui has been in a lot of trouble with Ye Xian recently. Don't you know his background?"
"It's clear, isn't he the son of my seventh brother?" Prince Hui frowned, "Your Majesty has not been able to fully accept it until now. My seventh brother has such a big son in the blink of an eye."
"I also asked my nephew Ye...Yeyou, he said he was just a kid, and it was thanks to his niece's wife that he got lucky."
have to--
Situ Jing understood. No wonder Prince Hui was so scared. This gentleman really knew nothing.
"Your Highness Prince Hui has read so many stories about ghosts and gods, but you don't think the words 'night tour' are familiar to you?"
Prince Hui blinked his eyes. "I have read a piece about the Night Wandering God of the Underworld. It is said that this Night Wandering God has a green face and fangs. He patrols the world at night to punish evildoers, but he is a god of bad luck!"
"It is said that if a living person encounters him, it is as bad luck as eight lifetimes of misfortune."
"Speaking of this, King Xu also wants to talk about Old Seven. Why did he give his son the name of the God of Plague..."
Situ Jing suddenly stood up, snatched the abacus from Prince Hui, and covered his stomach and said, "Oh, my stomach, no, I need to go to the toilet!"
"Your Highness Prince Hui, please lend me this—"
Situ Jing covered his stomach and ran away.
"Why are you running—"
Before Prince Hui could finish his words, he was met with a pair of handsome faces smiling so hard that the teeth were visible.
Ye You appeared at the door without him noticing, staring at him with a smile: "Is the name Ye You unlucky?"
Prince Hui felt a sense of danger for no reason, and he said cautiously: "Don't misunderstand, my dear nephew, I'm talking about that filthy night-wandering god in the underworld, not you, my dear nephew..."
"What a coincidence! I, your nephew, am the Night Wanderer who spreads plague everywhere." Night Wanderer's narrow eyes opened with a smile: "Are you surprised?"
Prince Hui: “…”
Situ Jing, you are a troublemaker who harms the king!
Prince Hui wished he could faint on the spot.
Yeyou has been keeping an eye on the old emperor recently. While torturing the old mushroom, he also has to make sure that the old mushroom does not die prematurely.
He came here after receiving a secret letter from Qingwu.
Qing Wu asked him to move Yun Zheng out of Iris Courtyard first, and then clean up some traces of her in the palace.
I was strolling around the palace at night when I heard someone scolding me. I stopped by to take a look and bumped into him, didn't I?
He wanted to let off some poison to show this fourth uncle what a sinister and evil mind was.
Suddenly, Yeyou felt something and his figure disappeared instantly.
Prince Hui's legs were so weak that he sat down on the ground, tears streaming down his face: "This is not a life for human beings..."
"How come none of them are human beings..."
Iris Courtyard.
Because Xie Shu's Seven Apertures Heart can delay the self-destruction of Yun Zheng's body, he has never left this room since he woke up.
The distance between Yun Zheng and Yu Qian, whether she was sitting or lying, was no more than ten steps.
Although he was trapped in the house, Xie Shu was not idle. He asked people to move all the unprocessed files in the Dali Temple in.
It was just that when he was writing the file just now, some ink accidentally splashed on his clothes. Xie Shuxi liked cleanliness, so he had to put down his pen temporarily and change his clothes.
His robe was placed on the bedside. He took off his robe slowly. Just as he put his hands on his waist, he met a pair of dark eyes.
The man lying on the bed suddenly opened his eyes and stared at him.
Eyes met.
It seems like a lifetime ago.
"Ah Shu..."
Xie Shu was in a trance for a moment when he heard this familiar voice.
He saw a familiar casualness and unruliness on that face, just as mischievous as when he was a child:
"Undressing in front of me, Xie Ziyuan, when did you become a homosexual?"
"I treat you as a brother, and you actually want my body?"
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