Two piles of firewood were quickly built up, with a platform in the middle supporting a cross.
Wuji and Qingwu were both tied to a wooden rack.
Kerosene was poured on the firewood pile, and a raging fire soon broke out.
Wuji kept muttering to himself and making quick gestures with his hands.
When the fire was ignited, he opened his eyes and looked around at everyone provocatively. His gaze lingered on Xiao Chenyan's face for a moment, and finally fell on Qing Wu's face on the other side.
Just an evil ghost.
Just a bunch of ordinary people.
Do you really think that this little fire can kill him?
So what if the living assassin failed? Today he would use the same trick against the living assassin and burn down the palace with this fire!
Let King Yan and the former crown prince be buried in the sea of fire!
"Wulian Tianzun, Zhurong, lend me fire." Wuji shouted, and the next moment, a wave of fire suddenly rose from Qingwu's side. The flames instantly wrapped around the wooden platform and were about to burn Qingwu's skirt.
Crack!
Sparks suddenly exploded, and they rolled out around Qing Wu. The fire was like a long snake, and it seemed to have consciousness, as it moved throughout the yard.
The next moment he headed straight towards Xiao Chenyan.
The guards nearby were well prepared and poured buckets of water to block the flames.
"Be careful, my lord!"
Xiao Chenyan was as calm as ever, but his eyes were frighteningly gloomy.
He looked at the flames that were devouring people, and was reminded of the demonic fire that had appeared out of nowhere in the East Palace ten days ago. It had also been chasing people in the same way, burning everyone in the East Palace to death.
Wuji was extremely proud and said in a loud voice: "Your Majesty, please be careful. This evil ghost is very powerful. She wants to drag everyone to her grave!"
Qing Wu looked at Wu Ji with cold eyes, and was naturally aware of his previous little actions: "You like playing with fire very much."
The Judge Pen roared: "This dog Taoist priest wants to take this opportunity to burn everyone to death and throw the blame on you!"
Qing Wu certainly knew it.
Playing with fire?
Sorry, she's also an expert at playing with fire in the underworld.
"The fire of Zhurong is specifically designed to defeat evil spirits. It is upright and incorruptible." The woman's voice was cold, stern and majestic: "Borrowing the power of the God of Fire, those who do evil will surely incur the wrath of the God and will be devoured by him!"
The smug look on Wuji’s face suddenly froze.
The fire snakes that were roaming around the yard suddenly stopped. The fire in the pile of firewood where he was was the smallest. At that moment, all the fire snakes gathered together and burned the pile of firewood where he was.
Flames shot up into the sky, raging.
“Ahhhh!! What’s going on!” Wuji screamed repeatedly, not caring about pretending anymore, and quickly made finger gestures with both hands: “Wulian Tianzun, please Zhurong light the fire, please…”
——Where did this madman come from, daring to use the power of the God of Fire to do evil!
A voice carrying a terrifying pressure appeared in everyone's mind in an instant.
All the flames fluttered and formed a burly fire shadow.
Everyone's eyes widened in surprise, and Wuji was trembling all over, unable to believe it.
"Fire, Fire God?"
No, it's impossible. With his level of skill, how could he possibly summon the God of Fire? Even his master doesn't have this ability!
——The mortal demon who dares to commit crimes in the name of the God of Fire deserves to be killed!
"No!! Fire God, please forgive me, I was wrong! I-Ah!!!"
All the flames shot up into the sky and instantly engulfed him. He screamed in the flames and begged for mercy, but there was no response. In just a few breaths, the living man was reduced to charcoal.
The remaining sparks fluttered, floated close to Qing Wu, circled around her, and finally landed on the rope that bound her hands.
The rope broke. Qing Wu rubbed her wrist, twisted her neck, and sneered, "Play with fire and get burned."
She raised her eyes and met Xiao Chenyan's gaze.
At that moment, she seemed to see a cluster of blazing fire in the man's gloomy eyes.
Burning fiercely, it was terrifying.
Qing Wu suddenly curled her lips: "My Lord, the evildoer has been punished by heaven. Has my innocence been proven?"
"Of course." Xiao Chenyan looked at her deeply, twisting the Buddhist beads tightly with his fingers.
Ten years ago, the former crown prince burned himself in the Eastern Palace. Today, the cause of that fire that happened without any reason finally came to light.
Xiao Chenyan suddenly stood up and strode towards Qing Wu.
Regardless of whether this woman is Yun Qingwu, a human or a ghost, Xiao Chenyan saw hope of clearing the fog in her.
Qing Wu's eyes suddenly turned, and when Xiao Chenyan was about to approach, she called out, "Xiao Chenyan, catch me."
At that moment, Xiao Chenyan's body stiffened.
As far as he could remember, many years ago, a little girl once said the same words to him from a high place, then jumped down and landed steadily in his arms.
It seems like a lifetime ago, memory and reality overlap.
Xiao Chenyan subconsciously caught Qing Wu, his big hands tightened unconsciously, and his phoenix eyes stared at her deeply.
"Who are you?"
"Your princess." Qing Wu blinked.
A chill crept up his brows, Xiao Chenyan let go and stepped back, keeping a distance from Qing Wu, his eyes sharp and gloomy.
At this time, Yun Houxing came over escorted by his personal soldiers.
"Your Majesty, I am innocent - I know nothing -"
The dignified Minister of Revenue was trembling with fear when two long swords were placed on his neck.
"First, she married a dead person to the palace, and then she brought a demon to the palace to commit murder."
Xiao Chenyan stepped forward, took the spear from the guard, pointed the spear at Yun Houxing's heart, and moved it up a little bit. The spear tip lifted Yun Houxing's chin and said, "Minister Yun, you are plotting to murder the royal family, you deserve the death penalty!"
Yun Houxing dared not admit it: "It's a misunderstanding, it's really all a misunderstanding!"
"I was also deceived. I didn't know it was a demon. I was worried about the prince, so I brought him here today..."
"Worried? I thought you were here to collect the body." The sweet laughter froze Yun Houxing.
Qing Wu saw through his fear, her eyes cold and gloomy: "Dear, now remember clearly, who is the dead daughter who married into your family?"
"Yes... it was Yujiao..." Yun Houxing nodded his head like pounding garlic: "It was she who died, it was her. Qingwu, please forgive me, dear, I was also deceived..."
"We are sisters, we are blood relatives, I love you too..."
Qing Wu's eyes revealed a sneer.
What a stupid thing! I thought she was Yun Qingwu who had returned to life.
Even if it was the real Yun Qingwu, seeing his dog-like appearance, she would just want to eat him alive.
"Yeah, we are blood relatives, so there is no such thing as overnight hatred between relatives."
She smiled faintly, "Besides, you are the prince's father-in-law after all. The prince is magnanimous and will not really take your life."
"Isn't that right, Your Majesty?" Qing Wu winked at Xiao Chenyan.
Xiao Chenyan's eyes were deep. He didn't think that the 'Yun Qingwu' in front of him would let Yun Houxing go easily.
"For the princess' sake, I am not unable to forgive Minister Yun's offense this time."
Yun Houxing was still worried when he heard Qing Wu say:
"Then I thank the prince on behalf of my dear."
"But the prince and I are newly married, and it is unlucky to leave a coffin and a dead person in the mansion. Since she died before getting married, sister Yujiao can't be considered a member of the mansion."
A cold wind blew suddenly.
A ghostly shadow floated out from under Qing Wu's feet. It was Yun Qingwu's ghost. She stared at Yun Houxing with resentment and floated into the coffin.
Xiao Chenyan felt the Buddhist beads getting hot. His eyes moved slightly and he glanced at Qing Wu, but said nothing.
Qing Wu smiled charmingly: "This corpse and coffin, how did you carry them out of the Shangshu Mansion, you should carry them back to Dong today in the same way."
"Oh, right. I think my sister is quite resentful. You must prepare the funeral properly."
Qing Wu stepped forward and whispered in his ear: "After all, this ghost who died in vain will come back to seek revenge on the seventh day."
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