Chapter 60: Appeasing the Mantis
Ji Changfeng's eyes had long lost their previous elegance and gentleness. Now his gaze was more like a damp and sticky venomous snake: "He is stubborn and unrepentant. Now he is simply a monster who can't control himself. He killed his mother and master with his own hands. Maybe he will kill you too because he loses control, right?"
After he finished speaking, Bai Zhixing and Zhu Qingshan looked gloomy.
Yan Shiman's sudden attack just now really made them feel uneasy at the moment.
But it would be foolish to be provoked so directly.
For a moment, there was no change in their expressions.
Yin Zhiyi saw Yan Shiman's gloomy face and calmly tapped his palm twice to comfort him.
When Ji Changfeng told Yan Shiman that he could not attack her, she understood why Yan Shiman wanted to snatch that half peacock feather. The peacock feather could control the evil spirit in his body. He needed this thing to break free from the shackles, but he also needed it to break the soul sacrificial formation.
Therefore, the current plot of confrontation between the villain and the protagonist has not only not disappeared, but has been brought forward.
A flash of blood red appeared in Ji Changfeng's eyes, and the puppet thread in his hand instantly dispersed.
The originally hard bluestone floor actually shattered.
With a loud bang, everyone realized something was wrong, the ground was collapsing!
Boom——
Yin Zhiyi didn't stand firmly and just as he fell forward, a big hand grabbed his waist tightly.
In the chaotic darkness, she couldn't see Yan Shiman's expression at the moment. The only thing she couldn't ignore was a burning gaze.
She couldn't hear what he was thinking either, only some garbled text.
A chaotic crackling sound...until the end she heard a faint chuckle.
"Still laughing?" She was a little annoyed and really wanted to slap him on the head.
Maybe it's because Yan Shiman has been too clingy to her recently, and she thought she knew him well. But now, he actually did something big behind her back, so she... felt inexplicably angry, but in fact she had no right to do so.
"Miss, I wasn't laughing just now." Yan Shi's eyes flashed with ambiguous colors.
"You..." Yin Zhiyi's heart tightened, as if the filling in the dumplings was exposed.
Yan Shiman's voice was inexplicably tinged with laughter: "But, I'm laughing now."
clang!
The long sword in Yan Shiman's hand brushed against the wall beside him, making a sharp sound, and the two of them landed steadily on the ground.
Not at all embarrassed.
In a few moments, a large group of puppets surrounded them. They were obviously the same ones seen in the dark room before. They attacked people without mercy.
Every move is ruthless and hits the vital points directly.
Ji Changfeng obviously had no intention of giving them a chance to survive, and the puppets almost poured out.
But his face also turned a little pale.
Standing next to him was the most powerful puppet on the field, Shen Qiushui.
No one could get close to him. Bai Zhixing tried several times, but could only get on the same level as Shen Qiu Shui and was unable to get close to Ji Changfeng.
All the secret rooms under the palace are connected. They were dug by Ji Changfeng when he was in power, just in preparation for the current situation.
He glanced at the people on the field. They were really a group of ants who did not know their own limitations. When his gaze stopped on Ji Ci, a cold light suddenly appeared in his eyes.
What a good-for-nothing, just like his mother.
Back then at Wangyou Villa, He Xi should have been asked to kill him directly.
After a moment, a person knelt on one knee beside Ji Changfeng.
"My lord, all preparations have been made. As for the little emperor, he has been locked up in Mingde Hall by my subordinates. We will activate the formation in three days." He Xi lowered his head respectfully and reported the situation.
When Ji Changfeng heard this, there was finally a hint of smile in his tone.
Everything was exactly as he expected, except that he and Qiu Shui's good son was unwilling to return to him and be the sharpest knife in his hand.
A crazy look gradually emerged in his eyes. How could this be possible?
He never allows his things to get out of his control.
It was like Shen Qiu Shui back then, and it is like Yan Shiman now.
Here——
Yin Zhiyi didn't even have time to throw away the talisman paper in his hand because there were too many puppets.
She picked up the sword on the ground and blocked the two hands reaching out in front of her. Suddenly, another one rushed up from behind, attacking her from both sides.
Yin Zhiyi rolled to the right, and the three puppets collided with each other.
Bai Zhixing grabbed Yin Zhiyi and said in a low voice: "It's too late, hurry up, Ji Ci knows there is a teleportation array nearby."
Yin Zhiyi was about to nod when he saw that Yan Shiman's puppets had surrounded everyone so that they could no longer be seen.
She wanted to go forward to help, but her other hand was grabbed by Zhu Qingshan.
"Sister Zhiyi! Leave him alone."
Yin Zhiyi gritted her teeth and shook off Zhu Qingshan's hand.
A force suddenly burst out from the center of the siege, dispersing all the puppets. Yan Shiman's eyes were blood red, black mist lingered around him, and the sword in his hand was stained with black blood. Among a group of rotten puppets, he looked like a demon.
Yin Zhiyi frowned, wondering what Yan Shiman’s current condition was.
He wanted to get closer, but was afraid of being hurt by the evil spirit, so he could only anxiously say, "Yan Shiman."
Unexpectedly, when Yan Shiman heard her voice, his eyes seemed to be locked on prey, and he walked towards her with murderous intent.
Zhu Qingshan was a little anxious, mainly because Yan Shiman looked even more abnormal now than when he attacked them just now.
It really looked like what Ji Changfeng said, a puppet out of control.
Yin Zhiyi also felt a little creepy, and even subconsciously wanted to step back and keep a safe distance from Yan Shiman.
But when she met Yan Shiman's eyes, she finally stretched out her hand and said only one word: "Let's go."
Those were a pair of beautiful eyes, but the pain, confusion and a hint of imperceptible hope in them made people feel soft-hearted.
She always felt that Yan Shiman was like a porcelain doll, hard and beautiful on the outside, but also very fragile and easily broken.
The evil spirit in the boy was gradually suppressed. His voice was hoarse, but his eyes were bright: "Okay."
Looking at the fair little hand, he put his own on it without hesitation.
The blood stains on his hands easily turned the original white into red.
Yan Shiman stared at the two people's clasped hands.
There was only one thought in my mind: [Got it. 】
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Yin Zhiyi still believes in the male protagonist. After all, he has been in the palace all this time and has a good understanding of it.
Sure enough, when everyone stood on the teleportation array, Ji Changfeng realized that he had actually let them slip away.
Obviously, he had a sure win, but accidentally a traitor took advantage of the opportunity.
He seemed to suddenly think of something, and played with the half peacock feather in his hand. He smiled in front of the blurred shadows of the crowd and said, "The formation is now complete. After three days, there will be no way to save the situation. Don't you want to find the peacock feather to destroy the soul sacrifice formation? The other half is here with Yan Shiman." He pointed to the position of his heart.
Seeing everyone's astonished eyes, he smiled even more happily: "How about it, am I very considerate? I told you everything. When the time comes, should we let an uncontrolled puppet bring disaster to the world, or take out the half peacock feather to save tens of thousands of people in the imperial city? It's really hard to choose."
For a moment, Yin Zhiyi held Yan Shiman's hand even tighter, and the only one whose expression remained unchanged was Yan Shiman.
Ji Changfeng: "But I am a kind-hearted person, so of course I will give you enough time to think it over. Within three days, the gates of the imperial city will be open to you - anyone at any time." However, the last sentence was obviously spoken specifically to Yan Shiman.
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"I won't attack him." Bai Zhixing's tone was still cold, but what he said made Yin Zhiyi feel relieved.
She didn't know why she was so protective of Yan Shiman. Perhaps it was because the two of them had spent the longest time together since they traveled through the book to this world. Emotionally, she couldn't accept that someone would die in front of her just for the hope of breaking the formation.
After all, just half a peacock feather is not enough to break the formation.
Ji Changfeng just wanted to see them fighting among themselves with bad intentions.
Bai Zhixing also thought of this. She remembered Ji Changfeng's words. No wonder her heart-protection mirror didn't fluctuate at the beginning. It turned out that it had been internalized by Yan Shiman.
So, in fact, the peacock feather does not have a fixed shape, it can even be said that it has no shape.
Ji Ci's tone was quite dull. Everything today was a blow to him. He didn't even want to mention that man: "I guess he dared to let us out because he probably controls the entire Shangjing now."
"The streets are full of Northern Heavenly Master's people, most of whom are his confidants."
Ji Ci was very familiar with these people, some of them were even his uncles who had watched him grow up.
Just a few of them trying to stop this from happening is like trying to stop a chariot with their bare hands.
Yin Zhiyi was thinking, and she suddenly remembered the gossip she heard on the way to the capital: "Ji Ci, where are those independent cultivators who were attracted by the reward?"
Ji Ci frowned slightly. It's true that some of those independent practitioners are quite powerful, but when they are scattered, they are just like a pile of sand.
Yin Zhiyi seemed to see what he was thinking and said, "At least there is strength in numbers."
Make use of the available power first.
The main thing is that the news cannot be spread out now. Who would have thought that the Beitianshi Sect is the biggest creator of evil spirits?
Zhu Qingshan clenched his fists.
After a simple division of labor, the few of them planned to go out in disguise. Although this group of people were independent practitioners, they had divided into two or three factions after just a few days in the capital.
The situation is urgent now, and it is most convenient and quickest to go directly to their boss.
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That day, restaurant.
The sound of stringed instruments can be heard, and "Dream in the Garden" is being sung on the stage.
Yin Zhiyi held the wine glass and glanced at the door vaguely.
Beside him, Yan Shiman would pick up something to feed her from time to time. When he picked up a peach blossom pastry and fed it to her, Yin Zhiyi couldn't help herself after all: "I'll do it myself."
She thought that if Yan Shiman were alive in modern times, he would definitely be a qualified life helper.
He understood everything from his employer's look, but he had been too dependent on him recently. What if he didn't get used to it when he went back?
"Miss." Yan Shiman looked at her deeply, his Adam's apple rolling. Seeing that Yin Zhiyi was unmoved and even a little resistant, his voice suddenly softened.
"Does Miss hate me?"
"Because of what Ji Changfeng said."
He lowered his head in disappointment, like a puppy with drooping ears, and Yin Zhiyi couldn't help but feel a little soft-hearted.
"I don't hate you."
She sighed and ate the peach blossom pastry on her chopsticks.
She discovered that Yan Shiman was really sensitive to other people's emotions.
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