"The Sufeng Building in this side courtyard is now the residence of the Marquis."
The dead branches under Wang Yifu's feet made a snapping sound, which was still harsh in the silent night.
The courtyard is deep and overgrown with weeds. Zhi Kaizhen raised his head under the huge shadow of the ancient locust tree, and the dark building exposed its eaves, and a gloomy cold light flashed through.
"Here?" Zhikari asked in surprise. Dust leaves accumulated on the ground, rising from time to time in the cold wind, slowly drifting away like mist, revealing the smell of decaying vegetation.
Wang Yifu hesitated for a moment and said: "This is what the Marquis meant. This place is quiet and suitable for recuperation."
"Not even servants?"
"There is only one old woman left, called Huang Po, who has served the Marquis for many years."
"Wang Changshi, is this the young master?" A hoarse voice suddenly sounded, stretched by the night wind, like an intermittent sob. An old woman stood like a ghost under the dark eaves, her eyes rolled white, staring straight at
Zhizhi Karima.
Zhi Shouzhen was shocked. With his five senses that were far beyond ordinary people, he didn't notice when the old woman appeared. Wang Yifu nodded and said, "Po Huang, I'm bringing the prince here to pay homage to the Marquis."
"Jiejie, the young master looks much more handsome than the master when he was a child." Huang Po smiled sadly, "young master, you can come in alone."
The light inside the building was dark, the walls were cramped, all the windows were closed tightly, and thick curtains fell. Huang Po lit the candle, and the round halo of light lit up, reflecting a stiff blue-white face behind her.
Zhikarizhen took half a step back and held on to the hilt of the sword. This was a head hanging on the wall, with bright red lips and candlelight dancing in the strange eyes, shining with an evil light, as if it was not dead.
.
"The young master is quite calm. He doesn't look like he came from a mountain village." Huang Po kept staring at Zhikarizhen, her eyes like a hook.
Zhikari snorted: "It's just a dead head, what's there to be afraid of?"
"This is not a human head. It is the trophy that the master brought back from the Dream Road, the head of a zombie." Huang Po moved the candle, and the head suddenly disappeared into the darkness, with those evil eyes still shining.
Different awn.
"Young master, do you know what a corpse demon is?" Huang Po turned her head and came closer to Zhikarizhen, her face was wrinkled and twisted in an evil way, "Although the body is dead, the brain is still alive. Humans are not like humans, and ghosts are not like ghosts.
.So the corpse demons are not willing to give in. In order to be resurrected, they will do whatever it takes."
Huang Po laughed "Jiejie", and her breath hit Zhi Kaizhen's face, like a cold tentacle.
Zhiqie Zhen remained calm: "If I have the opportunity to go to Dimengdao, I would like to experience the power of Corpse Charm."
"There will be a chance." Huang Po glanced at Zhikarizhen faintly, stepped on the steps, and walked up.
"Creak, creak -" The wooden ladder shook, and Huang Po's figure was reflected on the steps, twisting with the candlelight, like a changing ghost. Zhi Karri saw heads hanging on both sides, some were ugly and vicious,
Or they may be evil and strange... Sometimes they lurk in the light of candles, and sometimes they rush into sight, as if they want to choose people and devour them.
"The heads of these foreign objects were all brought back by the master from Dimengdao." Huang Po slowly went up to the second floor, walked through the dark corridor, stopped in front of the wing at the end, and gently opened the door a few times.
, and then pushed away.
Through several layers of curtains, Zhikarizhen vaguely saw a person leaning on the couch, coughing rapidly, his breath was turbid and weak, and he was obviously seriously injured and had not recovered.
Zhi Shouzhen hesitated for a moment and said: "Master Hou."
The man turned his head and looked over. Zhikari suddenly shivered, and the eight-winged golden cicada in the sea of consciousness let out a sharp roar, and the roots of its wings stood up, revealing a sharp white-gold light.
The witch spirit warns!
Zhikarizhen's heart suddenly tightened. If he hadn't always been calm, he would have followed his instinct and used the winter cicada hibernation technique to escape.
"Yes." Marquis Yongning responded, lowered his head and coughed for a while, then said, "An'er, since you're here, you can stay here with peace of mind. If you have any requests, just tell Yifu." After a moment of silence, he added, "Take good care of me.
Butterfly Girl."
After a while, Zhi Shou felt that those eyes had moved away from his body. The candle suddenly went out, and Huang Po's voice came from the darkness: "Young Master, please come back late at night, the Marquis needs to rest."
Walking out of the small building, Zhi Shou was really uneasy and full of doubts. The reunion between father and son between Marquis Yongning and him was too hasty. How could he be so indifferent when he met his long-lost parent and son? Even if Marquis Yongning was seriously injured, why bother?
Living in such a remote place? In addition, why did the witch spirits warn? The cicada woke up before the golden wind moved. Among the four witch spirits, the eight-winged golden cicada ranked first in the premonition of good and bad luck.
A gust of cold wind blew by, and Zhi Shou turned around. Huang Powu stood on his own under the eaves, staring straight at him, his black robe fluttering in the wind, like a black bat spreading its huge membrane wings.
"In the past few years, the Marquis has been living in seclusion and suffering from injuries. His temperament has inevitably become a little harsher. The prince should be more patient." Wang Yifu looked at Zhi Huizhen's expression and said warmly.
"That's not the case." Zhi Kaizhen shook his head slightly and looked over again. Huang Po disappeared into the diffuse night fog.
"I'm just... just a little worried about Master Hou's condition." Zhi Kaizhen asked tentatively, "Can it be that even with the magical arts and magical elixirs of many sects in the Jin Dynasty, his injury can't be cured?"
Wang Yifu walked out, shaking his head and sighing: "When the Marquis returned from injury, he not only asked for help from Taishang Shenxiao Sect, Lingxizhai and other Taoist sects, but even your Majesty's imperial doctors came to diagnose and treat him, but they all returned without success.
The dream path is bizarre and absurd, completely different from the human path, and the injuries suffered are difficult to treat with normal physical therapy."
Zhi Kaizhen suddenly said: "The laws of the two places are different."
"That's what the headmaster of Lingxizhai said." Wang Yifu was surprised, "Does the prince also know the rules? This is a mystery that can only be involved in refining the void and combining the Tao."
Zhikari Zhen was also stunned for a moment. He blurted out these words as if out of instinct and did not understand the meaning. "I heard my mother mentioned it occasionally." He brushed aside the apricot branches leaning out in front of him and responded casually.<
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"Later, the Marquis invited Prince Qiao, the best alchemist in the world." Wang Yifu led Zhi Kaizhen through the arcade of Baiyuan Garden, around the rugged rockery, and towards the east courtyard of the Marquis Mansion.
"Prince Qiao?" Zhi Shou couldn't help but stop.
"The prince must have heard of this person." Wang Yifu praised, "Prince Qiao is famous all over the world. Although he is a casual cultivator, he has an outstanding appearance, charming style, and is proficient in all kinds of strange secret arts. Thanks to him
, Mr. Hou’s injury is considered slightly stable.”
Zhi Shouzhen followed Wang Yifu into the corridor and thought to himself, no wonder Wang Ziqiao was so confident about the blood test that he must have secretly tampered with the Marquis of Yongning when he was treating him. Yes, it was not his own blood that matched the Marquis of Yongning, but
Something went wrong with that drop of blood of Marquis Yongning...
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty——"
Zhi Shou came to his senses and heard Wang Yifu say, "Your residence has arrived."