Chapter 634 Who can keep him until the fifth watch?
Xu Zhiqiong stared at Shu Wang Hong Zhenji with a smile for a long time.
Hong Zhenji was panicking. He expected that Xu Zhiqiong might have noticed something, so he simply walked through a few dishes and quickly got up to see off the guests.
Liang Yuyao realized that something was not right with Xu Zhiqiong and was in a hurry to leave. The banquet was hastily dispersed, but Xu Zhiqiong was reluctant to leave. Before leaving, he looked back at Hong Zhenji from time to time.
On the way, Liang Yuyao couldn't wait to ask: "What's wrong with you? Did he use some magic to hurt you?"
Xu Zhiqiong shook his head and said: "The magic was used, but it didn't hurt me."
"Then why are you staring at him?"
Xu Zhiqiong smiled and said: "I think he is handsome!"
Lin Qianniang said: "I see that Hong Zhenji looks proud, I'm afraid he used some unknown means."
Xu Zhiqiong nodded and said: "In Yelang Kingdom, they always feel that they are well-informed, and they always feel that they have too many unknown methods."
…
Liang Yuyao and others had just left, and Hong Zhenji quickly found the former Shenji Secretary Shaoqing—Cong Ming.
Cong Ming is the ugly man dancing just now.
His ugliness is not an act, it is innate.
Because of his ugly appearance, Cong Ming has been concentrating on practicing. Last year, he claimed to have reached the third level of cultivation.
It is unknown what level of cultivation one is. Qiancheng people are in Qiancheng country, and their cultivation level is invisible. No matter what method is used, it cannot be found out.
Hong Zhenji took a sip of tea and said: "Cong Shaoqing, I just felt that Xu Zhiqiong's expression was wrong. I must know that you used tricks on him."
Cong Ming smiled calmly: "So what if you know?"
Hong Zhenji frowned slightly, he didn't like Cong Ming's attitude.
Cong Ming really has no memory. It was because he showed some arrogance in front of the divine king that he was dismissed from his official position and became a criminal.
Now when talking to the prince, he still has no sense of propriety.
Seeing Hong Zhenji frowning and saying nothing, Cong Ming explained: "Xu Zhiqiong may have noticed something strange, but he will never know the reason.
The art of capturing souls is my unique secret skill. From tonight on, I will keep him haunted all the time until I kill him three days later."
This man just can't speak, and everything he says seems to be his fault alone.
For this kind of thing, you have to first say that the divine king deployed it properly, and then you have to say that the prince has a good plan. You only played a small role in it, and it is not worth mentioning at all.
Hong Zhenji snorted coldly and said: "Xu Zhiqiong was killed in three days. Doesn't Xuan Guo want to put suspicion on me? You are too eager and unstable in doing things!"
This person needs to be beaten all the time!
Hearing this, Cong Ming quickly asked for instructions: "According to the wishes of the prince, which days are suitable?"
Hong Zhenji said: "Three or five days are too short, and it will inevitably attract suspicion. One month is too long, and I am afraid that Xu Zhiqiong will cause trouble again. According to my opinion, half a month is just right."
Cong Ming nodded and said: "I obeyed my humble duty and took Xu Zhiqiong's life within half a month."
"There is no need to rush to take his life. Let him become a useless person first and stop causing trouble."
Cong Ming's methods are indeed better than Long Xiulian's.
Long Xiulian also had the fourth-level cultivation of the evil path, but after planting the breath of terror, he could only let the breath of terror grow on its own until it swallowed up the opponent's soul and turned the opponent into a puppet.
But Cong Ming has a special method. He can control the activities of the breath. If the breath is allowed to quickly swallow the opponent's three souls, he will completely kill the opponent within three days.
He can also make the Horror eat only one soul of the opponent, turning the opponent into a useless person.
He can also calm down the fear, allowing the other person to live in extreme fear for an extra month or two.
After hearing Hong Zhenji's instructions, Cong Ming quickly agreed: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, a humble position can make Xu Zhiqiong a useless person, or it can take Xu Zhiqiong's life. I will let him die on the third watch, and no one can keep him until the fifth watch.
How long he can live depends entirely on his humility."
Hong Zhenji frowned and said, "It doesn't depend on your own will, and this is not your fault alone!"
Cong Ming realized that he had said the wrong thing and quickly kowtowed: "It's all because of your wise counsel that we allowed Xu Zhiqiong, the evil thief, to be slaughtered at his neck."
Hong Zhenji nodded. These two sentences finally made sense, but the word "appropriate" was inappropriate.
Whether it is done properly or not, God has the final say. How can you criticize it? You have to be wise!
"Didn't Xu Zhiqiong have to suffer a lot in the past half month?"
Cong Ming said: "It's not hard, it's just that I have no energy and I often have nightmares at night."
It's just that he often has nightmares, which shouldn't arouse Hong Zhenji's suspicion.
Hong Zhenji nodded and said: "What kind of nightmare will he have?"
This is just a casual question about what kind of dreams you have, and no one else can control this.
But Cong Ming can really take care of it, he has special means.
"My lord, what do you want him to dream about?"
Hong Zhenji was startled when he heard this, then smiled and said, "I want him to know the majesty of a great country!"
Cong Ming smiled and said: "That's easy to say! Tonight in my dream, I humbled myself and asked the Lord God to interrogate this criminal in person, convict him of disrespect, and chop him with a thousand, six hundred knives first!"
"Okay!" Hong Zhenji nodded repeatedly, "One thousand six hundred dollars, I think that guy would be scared out of his mind in his dream!"
…
Xu Zhiqiong returned to Yuyao Palace, and as soon as he entered the east courtyard, he saw Yuchilan suddenly stepped forward, swung the tip of his gun, and only took out the front door.
The spear was accurate and fast. Xu Zhiqiong dodged on his back, while Yu Chilan smashed the spear body down.
The senior sister didn't know what to do with her shot. The shot really hit her, and Xu Zhiqiong was afraid that she would be injured.
Xu Zhiqiong leaned up, spun on his heels, and dodged another shot.
The tip of Yuchilan's gun was close to the ground and swept towards Xu Zhiqiong's ankle.
Xu Zhiqiong dodged with a small jump, went around behind Yuchilan, grabbed the peach on the left with his left hand, and the peach on the right with his right hand, and moved them to both sides first. Yuchilan took a deep breath.
Xu Zhiqiong grabbed the two peach petals and gathered them in the middle. Yuchilan gritted his teeth.
Xu Zhiqiong used his ten fingers together and grabbed it hard.
Yuchilan screamed in pain, jumped three feet away, and said with tears in her eyes: "What a shame, what a shame, what a filthy thing!"
Xu Zhiqiong kneaded them and said with a smile: "Sister, these are some good marksmanship skills. If you practice them carefully, you may not be your opponent in the seventh-level killing path."
Xu Zhiqiong was telling the truth, these marksmanship moves were indeed useful, but the difference in cultivation between the two sides was too great, and Xu Zhiqiong did not show the due power.
Yuchi Lan was very angry and went back to the house to rest with his spear in hand.
Li Xuefei came to chat with Yuchilan, but saw Yuchilan lying on the bed, feeling ashamed and annoyed.
Looking down from his waist, he saw that his pants were torn. Li Xuefei was surprised and said, "What's going on? Let me see!"
Yuchilan explained the reason, and when Li Xuefei took off her dress, ten fingerprints were clearly visible.
"Marquis Yun's hand is too harsh. Come on, sister, give you some medicine."
Yuchi Lan turned around and said, "But my marksmanship has really improved. I'll practice it for you tomorrow."
Xu Zhiqiong returned to the house and continued to teach Brother Xing how to read. He slept a little late that night.
King Shu Hong Zhenji was in a good mood and slept very late.
He called six concubines, and after tossing them till midnight, he fell asleep. Not long after he slept, he suddenly heard someone calling in his ear.
"Traitor! You still haven't confessed your guilt!"
This is the voice of the Lord God!
Hong Zhenji was shocked and turned pale. He hurriedly opened his eyes and raised his head to see the Lord God sitting in the Enwei Hall, glaring at each other angrily!
The courtiers on both sides knelt on the ground, tapping their foreheads on the ground, and remained silent. The Lord God shouted angrily: "Hong Zhenji, you have had disobedient intentions for a long time, and now the evidence is as solid as a mountain, what do you have to say?"
"Master Shen, I am wronged, I am wronged..." Hong Zhenji still wanted to argue, but Master Shen would not allow any explanation.
"Left and right, take this person to the execution ground and execute him in Lingchi!"
The guards stepped forward and held Hong Zhenji down, and in a blink of an eye they were at the execution ground.
The executioner brought various knives and fed Hong Zhenji a bowl of wine. He sighed and said, "Your Majesty, I'm sorry. We're going to cut into pieces 1,600 times. Let's cut into pieces 800 times today!"
"Why, why should I use one thousand six hundred swords? God Lord didn't say one thousand six hundred swords. I am a widower, I am a widower..."
Hong Zhenji felt that he might be dreaming, but he couldn't wake up.
The knife cut on his body, and the pain was real. After more than thirty stabs, Hong Zhenji woke up with a cry of pain.
There was a concubine waiting on the bed. When he saw Hong Zhenji woke up, he hurriedly stepped forward and asked: "Your Majesty, what's going on? Are you having a nightmare?"
Hong Zhenji pushed his concubine away and looked at his chest for a long time.
Although there was still a dull pain on his skin, there were no scars on Hong Zhenji's body.
What a nightmare!
Hong Zhenji shouted: "Change your clothes and go get Cong Ming for me!"
After packing up his clothes, Hong Zhenji angrily came to the main hall of the palace.
Cong Ming carefully knelt in front of Hong Zhenji and waited for a while before hearing Hong Zhenji say:
"Cong Ming, you are so brave, how dare you attack me?"
Cong Ming was startled: "Your Majesty, where do you start with these words?"
Hong Zhenji looked ferocious and said: "How dare you use the soul-stirring technique on me!"
Cong Ming knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly: "Your Majesty, I am wronged! I have never used magic on the prince!"
Hong Zhenji shouted: "I had a nightmare all night, but it was exactly the same as the nightmare you described. How dare you say it was not the spell you used!"
King Shu is having a nightmare? Is it the same as the nightmare I described?
Is it really such a coincidence?
Cong Ming raised his head and looked at Hong Zhenji carefully, and found that his face was pale and he really showed signs of being frightened.
Impossible, I cast the spell on Xu Zhiqiong, and it is impossible to implicate King Shu in any case!
Judging from Cong Ming's attitude, he probably didn't do it intentionally. Hong Zhenji softened his tone and said, "Did you miss it?"
Cong Ming shook his head and said: "Your Majesty knows it well, there is no way you will fail in your humble position."
If this fool didn't make a mistake, could it be that you did it on purpose?
Hong Zhenji sighed: "Since I missed it, I don't blame you, just break the spell quickly!"
Cong Ming gritted his teeth and bravely asked: "Your Majesty, can you give me a drop of blood?"
He wanted to test whether Hong Zhenji was really frightened.
Hong Zhenji agreed, and Cong Ming took a drop of blood from his fingertips, put it into his mouth and tasted it, and a fishy and cold smell rushed straight to his throat.
Cong Ming was dumbfounded.
There's something really creepy about Hong Jin-ki.
How can this be!
Xu Zhiqiong must have done something!
It was indeed Xu Zhiqiong's move.
Xu Zhiqiong kept staring at Hong Zhenji because this was his first time using a fourth-level skill, and he was afraid that the skill would not be used properly.
The fourth-level skills are full of twists and turns, and the key lies in the path.
Xu Zhiqiong and Hong Zhenji exchanged situations to a certain extent, and exchanged their own aura for Hong Zhenji intact.
The judges of Qiancheng Kingdom have long been extinct. Hong Zhenji and Cong Ming are not familiar with the techniques of judges, and they do not know that Xu Zhiqiong has a fourth-grade cultivation level.
They didn't know the consequences of being watched by a fourth-grade judge.
Now that Hong Zhenji has been infected with the horror breath, Cong Ming cannot clear his guilt no matter what, so he can only take back the horror breath from Hong Zhenji's body first.
This is not difficult for Cong Ming. The horror he planted can be recovered by using the skill in reverse.
But after using the skill three times in a row, the breath remained unchanged.
Cong Ming looked at Hong Zhenji in horror. This breath was not attached to his soul, but seemed to be embedded in it.