It was already three o'clock in the afternoon when we left Sayre Rose University, took the rail car out of the mountains, and arrived at the Leta Palace on the banks of the Wusai River, the largest river in Texas.
From a distance, looking out from the car, you can see that the national flag in front of the palace has been lowered.
This is mourning.
Many people gathered in front of the temple, hoping that the authorities would inform them as soon as possible whether the king was still alive.
When Ye Lan and Joanna got off the car at the front gate, they saw many people holding flowers in their hands, with tears on their faces and sad expressions, and their hearts sank.
The situation this time was urgent, so Ye Lan specially invited Lei Ze to come along just in case.
The palace's security had increased several times, reaching a point where there was a guard every five steps. Upon seeing Joanna, the officer at the gate immediately whispered, "You're finally here. Please follow me to the meeting hall. The ministers are waiting for you inside."
Obviously, this person was arranged by the ministers who controlled the palace garrison.
Just to wait for Joanna.
"No, I want to see my brother first." Joanna flatly refused and insisted on seeing Leta I first.
Seeing this, the garrison wanted to persuade him again, but Joanna had already pushed him away and strode towards the bedroom of Leta I.
There were still shocking large bloodstains on the corridor leading through the bedroom. Maids were wiping the traces of the body being dragged out on the ground, and there were also spots on the wall.
"Isn't the other party using guns and ammunition?" Joanna asked the officer who caught up with her as she walked.
"A group of people broke in," the officer said hastily, not daring to conceal the truth. "The sniper on the tower first killed a patrol, then a group of people armed with strange weapons came in. In just a dozen seconds, they killed all the outer guards and entered the hall..."
As they were talking, they arrived at the door of the bedroom.
Joanna took a deep breath and raised her hand to push open the closed door.
The strong smell of blood hit everyone in the face, almost making them vomit.
"What did those people do to my brother?!" Joanna took two steps back, covering her mouth and nose and said angrily.
The officer then hurriedly explained, "These odors are not from your Majesty, but from another person who stayed in the bedroom."
As he said this, two figures rushed in from his side. Their speed was so fast that he couldn't even catch a glimpse of the other party. After he reacted, he was even more surprised.
The attacker's skills were so strange!
Joanna remained calm and motioned for him to go inside and continue.
The officer then followed suit and explained the situation.
The killers probably wanted to end the battle quickly, so they used brutal means to deal with the external situation and did not drag their feet.
When they saw them breaking into the bedroom, everyone thought the situation was over.
But the doors and windows inside were closed and the sound of fighting continued to be heard. Unfortunately, their abilities were limited. Although they wanted to go up to provide support, they couldn't even open the door. In the end, they could only watch as two killers covered in blood ran out, smashed through the window and escaped.
"Later, we heard from your Majesty's personal maid that you had someone secretly protect your Majesty. I then suspected that they were outnumbered, but unfortunately they were unable to save your Majesty's life."
By then, Joanna had already come to the bedside and saw her brother Leta I, whose face looked peaceful but who would never wake up.
"Brother... I'm here to see you." Joanna touched his cold cheek and couldn't hold back her sobs any longer, so she burst into tears.
Although the royal family was cold in affection and she did not have much admiration for her cowardly brother, the Leta family was small and she only had this one close relative left. It was inevitable that she would feel sad when she really lost him.
While they were mourning over there, Ye Lan walked through the bedroom and into the partition room and saw Qing Teng.
Qing Teng's face was pale, with many wounds of varying sizes on his body. He was now running a high fever, and an injection was being inserted into his arm and an IV drip was being administered.
The nurse who was taking care of them learned that they were family members, so she came over and showed them their medical records.
"He lost too much blood and is temporarily in a coma. The cause of his fever is still unknown. The doctor believes it may be a wound infection. If two days of antibiotics are ineffective, he will be transferred to a larger hospital for treatment."
Ye Lan listened while quickly flipping through the examination report, then put down his things and walked to the bedside.
Seeing that she didn't ask a single question and the group just stood there, the nurse thought they didn't care about the patient. But the next second, the youngest girl in the lead leaned over slightly and placed her fingers on Qing Teng's pulse.
"There is no demonic energy, nor any spells. Could it really be an infection?" Nan Xu was standing on the other side observing, but he couldn't see any metaphysical injuries. However, it was a bit far-fetched to say that the wound was infected.
After all, for old guys like them who have lived for hundreds of years, their wounds can heal automatically in a few minutes, not to mention the risk of infection.
Antibiotics, that's something that has never been used.
Ye Lan examined him thoroughly before concluding, "He suffered brain damage. He fell into a coma, which prevented him from activating his internal energy. At the same time, something was implanted inside him. At the time, there were at least three groups of people attacking him."
It took the combined attack of three groups of masters practicing different techniques and their large numbers to injure Xuanzong's elders so badly.
Nan Xu and the others all looked gloomy when they heard this.
"This time we were lured away from the mountain. We thought the March family had issued a life-or-death duel order, so we kept our attention on the school. We didn't expect that the other party was targeting the king."
But it was no use regretting it, they were not omniscient gods who could predict the future, so they quickly adjusted their mindsets. Some of them stayed to help Ye Lan with the treatment, while some went to investigate the identity of the killer.
Ye Lan did not cast a spell to awaken the green vine first, but instead drew a talisman in the air and stuck it on the other party's heart, causing a wisp of green smoke to come out.
In the smoke, there was a small insect squirming desperately. When it saw her, it bared its fangs and claws, turned its head and grabbed the other's heart and started biting it.
"Is this a heart-eating poison?!" Second Elder Lian Cheng looked surprised, because he realized that among these killers there were people from China, and anyone who knew this Miao poison must be a master in the field.
Such people were recruited to carry out assassination missions, and the power of the organization behind them should not be underestimated.
"Yeah, and it's already quite big." Ye Lan stared at the poisonous insect that broke through the talisman and drilled back to continue eating his flesh and blood, his brows furrowed.
Once the heart-eating insect is planted, the person who is infected will suffer the pain of having his heart eaten away at all times. Perhaps because the pain is too great, Qing Teng has been suffering from a high fever.
At that moment, she did not hesitate any longer. She used her internal energy as a sharp blade to break open the heart of the green vine. When the insect tried to escape, she sealed it with a talisman. With her other hand, she grabbed the air and pulled out a bloody lump.
The lump was pretending to be dead, but after being thrown against the wall, it immediately woke up, stretched out its limbs, and tried to escape like a newborn baby.
Unfortunately, before he could take two steps, a burst of internal energy pierced through his chest and completely nailed him to the wall.
"ah……"
The insect let out a sharp and piercing cry, struggled for a few times, and then died, slowly turning into a pool of blood.
Ye Lan had already healed Qing Teng's heart wound, and then turned around and used cold techniques to acupuncture his acupuncture points to repair the damage to his brain.
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