Not to mention, with the fly whisk in hand, his temperament suddenly changes drastically, like a master from this world or a land god.

This move immediately shocked the spot.

"You...are you really a god?"

One of the bold followers wiped his eyes fiercely, swallowed hard and asked.

With a wave of his hand, a piece of talisman paper turns into a whisk. It is truly a magical trick.

However, it was still hard for them to believe that Xu Xian was a god.

"hehe."

Xu Xian smiled slightly, spread out his palms, and the whisk instantly turned into a snake.

The snake spit out its core and held its head high.

His deceptive tricks can deceive even his master Ling Yunzi, let alone a mere mortal.

"Goddess, Goddess, Goddess, please, please save our young master."

The six attendants knelt on the ground, pleading with their faces.

"We are destined to meet each other. Let me take your young master back home first."

"OK."

The entourage quickly agreed, carried the prince and rushed towards the palace.

Xu Xian followed behind.

Now that I have the money to open a medical clinic, I won't be able to help those who were killed by the prince unless I spend a lot of money on it.

As for revenge against those people, Xu Xian doesn't want to meddle in their own business.

Prince Wang's three fires were sluggish, his Yintang turned black, and it was obvious that he would not live long.

People have three fires, one on the top of their head and one on each shoulder.

The three fires represent Yang Qi.

The stronger the three fires are, the more abundant the Yang Qi is.

The prince's three fires are like candles in the wind, which may be extinguished at any time.

When Yang Qi disappears, people will die.

Either he died suddenly or he was killed by evil spirits.
Chapter completed!