Zheng Xiaohan stared blankly at the ground in the courtyard, thinking that the five most powerful swordsmen had died like this. What's more serious is that Shao Kefan had learned how to crack the tomb, and his heart ached again, and he finally couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.
, sprinkled on the waste, speckled, like her broken heart.
Shao Kefan!Shao Kefan!...
"Flapping Lingli..." A bright gray goose landed on the window coffin, constantly flapping its wings, its black bean-like eyes unblinking, staring at the man in red who was concentrating on writing a book in front of the desk, full of expectation.
Shao Kefan's expression changed, there must be news!
He took down the letter and unfolded it. However, after just one glance, his face was already filled with horror. Chong Zhu and Li Zi actually died in the poisonous water, and there were no evil spirits in the 130,000 tombs.
Any way to contain it, unless hell himself calls it back.
The letter mentioned that Chong Zhu deceived Zheng Xiaohan before he died and made her believe it was true. Shao Kefan took a breath of cold air. Chong Zhu thought that this move would be beneficial to Cang Teng, but he did not think carefully that it might harm Cang Teng. Zheng Xiaohan
Since he believed that Cang Teng had mastered the method of cracking the tomb, he would probably raise his troops in advance to strike preemptively.
He sat slumped on the throne, put his fingers between his eyebrows, and thought hard about countermeasures.
"What's wrong?" Hearing a sigh like a kite string snapping, Jian Xin hurriedly walked out of the book room and saw a piece of letter in his hand. She reached out to read it, but he avoided her hand and put it in his hand.
The letter is in my arms.
"A matter of national importance." Shao Kefan nodded and looked at her, with stars in his eyes mixed with unspeakable pain, and a difficult smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"..." Seeing that he was in a low mood, Jian Xin was secretly anxious. She wanted to know what happened, but she also knew that he didn't want to tell and she shouldn't ask any more questions, so she sat on his lap and hooked his arm.
He inserted his hand into his neck, slowly moved deeper, and brought his mouth close to his thin lips. His voice was like the whisper of a mosquito, carrying a fatal temptation, "Why don't you be happy first and relax your mood."
Shao Kefan was in a trance for a while. He put his arm around her waist and touched her gently. He then left her slightly parted pink lips and leaned his head on the back of the chair. Under his calm eyes, countless turbulent waves were surging, "Jian Xin,
Go back to the study and read."
When he rejected her for the first time, Jian Xin couldn't help but be stunned. Then, a great grievance welled up in her heart. She refused to give up and covered his lower body with her hands. It was soft and cold in texture, not as hot and hard as before. She
After kneading it a few times in disbelief, he still didn't swell. He just looked at her with a calm gaze, mixed with hidden worries, and said softly but with a hint of rejection in his voice, "Jian Xin, this matter is important, don't make a fuss."
Jian Xin didn't want to disturb him, so she got off his lap and looked at the gloomy face sincerely, "You really don't need to tell me? Maybe I can do something for you."
Shao Kefan smiled happily, and the cold and sharp lines on his face softened a lot. He stood up and stroked her hair hanging on her chest with the back of his hand, "Jian Xin, I am satisfied that you have this kind of heart, but for this matter
You really can't help."
He looked at her back walking towards the library with some confusion, and then thought that in a certain way, she and he were both so lonely, but they came together, stayed together, and cherished each other in the cold palace.
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His thoughts turned to the matter of the tomb, and his brows couldn't help but furrowed deeply. If Zheng Xiaohan really does what he wants, then the Eagle Soldiers will have the power of one to ten. Only one hundred thousand troops are equivalent to one million, and they can fight against Cang Cang.
It is disadvantageous to grow big.
He was slightly moved: Unless hell recalls?! In other words, hell recall is one way, and the other is to make Zheng Xiaohan believe that what Chong Zhu told is a lie.
He couldn't help but feel strange that Hell was indifferent to Eagle's violation of regulations to retain 130,000 undead souls. Undead souls escaping reincarnation must be severely punished, or be cast into weapons, or be taken to the Fire City of Purgatory. Historically, ghost missions have always targeted everyone.
An evader chases after him until he is caught, but turns a deaf ear to the 130,000 souls who were supposed to be reincarnated in the underworld but were instead artificially restrained. What is going on?
While he was puzzled, he heard Da Qing, who was waiting in the main hall, coming to report that the wizard Mie Zhou and the warlock Fang Xiu had returned from visiting the grave and were asking for an audience outside the hall.
At this point, it didn't matter whether he saw it or not. However, he still held a glimmer of hope, got up and walked out of the study, and nodded slightly towards the two strangers in black robes outside the hall.
Mie Zhou and Fang Xiu walked into the hall, their faces a little sad, they bowed their hands and said, "The common people pay homage to the king."
"It seems that you two haven't thought of a way to resist?" He asked calmly, anticipating the result. However, if you argue carefully, you can hear that he deliberately suppressed his unhappiness in his tone, and there was also worry in his eyebrows.
This was related to the survival of the country, but there was no solution at the moment. How much he hoped that the two of them could reject his guess, but they only heard the same word "yes" but helplessly.
Shao Kefan sighed, flicked his red sleeves behind him, closed his eyes, and trembled slightly with his sword eyebrows.
The two looked at each other, with a hint of shame flashing across their faces. Fang Xiu raised his head and said, "However, we know how Zheng Xiaohan restrained his soul and prevented Cang Teng from discovering it."
"Oh?" Shao Kefan's expression changed, and the tiny stars in his eyes flickered slightly, "Say."
"There is a soul-locking figure engraved on the inside of the tombstone. The sword technique is light and precise, and it is difficult to distinguish it with the naked eye. When Yingzhi made the tombstone, he applied wax on the soul-locking figure, and when sealing the tomb, he lit a white candle in a specially opened space on the top of the coffin.
The wax on the engraved diagram will gradually melt, and the soul-locking diagram will take effect, binding the souls that have not been taken away, and freeing the souls taken away by ghosts from the control of hell and returning to the tomb."
Mie Zhou continued, "The wax is mixed with mad spirit element. After the wax melts, the smell is completely sealed in the tomb, and only the undead can smell it, thus turning into an evil spirit.
"I see, Eagle's move is good." A ruthless light flashed in the eyes of the thirty-year-old monarch, and he clenched his fist tightly, as if he wanted to crush the small country to pieces, but then he loosened his fist again when he thought of something.
, his face softened a lot, and he raised his eyebrows, "If you use the machine-devouring spirit talisman..."
When Mie Zhou and Fang Xiu admitted that it was feasible, the worries on their faces did not diminish much. Although this was the only way at the moment, if the soul-eating talisman was used, it would have to be plastered on the tomb in a fair and just way. Zheng Xiaohan would definitely do it as soon as possible.
Discover and take action.
Shao Kefan had already considered this issue in an instant, "You can put a barrier around the tomb and cast a spell to make the drawn soul-eating talisman disappear invisible and cover the edge of the barrier. When the evil spirits are attracted by the magic sword,
When I hit the edge, I was already out of my mind.”
Mie Zhou and Fang Xiu's eyebrows widened and they looked at each other and nodded in admiration. Lord Cang Teng was indeed very resourceful. No wonder he had such vast mountains and rivers but was always calm. No wonder Zheng Xiaohan took the initiative to take measures again and again, but all of them inadvertently turned into an empty dream.
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A sneer appeared at the corner of Shao Kefan's mouth. In this case, if Zheng Xiaohan thought that he had mastered the solution and planned to preemptively raise his troops...then the contract he made in front of the army would be broken without tearing it up.
He felt much better. He walked slowly into the library and found that Jian Xin had fallen asleep on the desk. His eyes were closed, his breathing was even, his face was peaceful and content, and all his hair was spread on his back.
Wrapped under his arms, fluttering softly, the "Textual Research on Cang Teng Strange News" fell to the ground and spread out a few pages.
His palms lightly covered her hair, and his eyes looked at her lovingly. For some reason, he felt sad about this scene that should have been satisfying.
Jian Xin's breathing suddenly became thicker, his brows furrowed slightly, his lips moved, and he spoke two words urgently and vaguely. His heart panicked, and he quickly turned his ear to hear clearly, but she continued
No sound was made either.
Whose name is she calling, "Weiluo" or "Kefan"? Who is she dreaming about? Is it the husband she married when she was dead? Is she in the dream guarding the giant where Qin Weiluo disappeared?
Beside the pit, the sound was urgent, like weeping or complaining?
Shao Kefan moved his hand away, but felt it was so heavy that it hung down feebly. The other hand covered his heart where the pain was surging. He could never ignore her past. He missed her so hard for those years.
, but she and Qin Weiluo were very close to each other, just like a couple of gods and immortals, and they even did such things countless times between them. He never dared to think about this deeply, his thoughts often passed by like a fleeting glimpse, for fear of hurting his heart.
Transparent.
How could he tolerate it? The soul and body of the beloved woman were intertwined with other men. She was his, and not a single hair of his hair was allowed to be touched by him. If she had been alive at that time, he would have made sure that no one who had any idea about her could
It was a good death, but when he couldn't see her existence, she did something that made him grief-stricken but could never be undone.
Although he smiles tenderly at her every day, there is a scar in his heart that cannot be healed, and it hurts every day. However, he loves her so much that he wants to keep her by his side no matter what, pretending to have forgotten her long ago.
, but drank alone.
He picked her up as always, used his invisibility technique, and arrived in the bedroom in the blink of an eye. He put her gently on the bed, pulled the bright red brocade quilt to cover her body, and when he left, his hand was suddenly held. He was a little surprised.
Turning around, he found her looking at him with a smile.
"When did you wake up?" Shao Kefan frowned. He didn't wake up in the library, right? Then...
Jian Xin lifted the quilt, stood up straight, and straightened her messy long hair, "When you covered me with the quilt, a chill enveloped me. I vaguely guessed it was you, and woke up."
"Really?" Shao Kefan smiled softly, pushed her back on the bed, leaned down, and put his mouth close to her ear, "Then do you want a warmth to wrap you up?"
"No." Jian Xin firmly denied it, but she pinched his belt with her hand and pulled it gently. His red coat and white undershirt were loosely untied. She raised her hand to hold his thick chest, feeling his slowness.