Sanqingniaoqingran finally agreed to Sang's request.
Moreover, due to the influence of Qingmei Yanshen's witchcraft, Sang could also sense Qingran's movements in Wan Guifei's sea of consciousness.
Everything is just like Sang's plan.
Concubine Wan Guifei's chronic illness was cured, so she was naturally grateful to Wang Zhi and Sang Qianqian.
Zhu Jianshen was even more overjoyed and said he would be rewarded heavily.
"Teacher, Wang Zhi saved the imperial concubine today. I can't repay you for this great kindness."
"Teacher, don't worry, I will definitely find a good job for Wang Zhi."
Seeing that his goal was achieved, Sang naturally breathed a sigh of relief.
After dealing with Zhu Jianshen and Concubine Wan Guifei, Sang arranged for Wang Zhi to go to Concubine Wan Guifei's residence every three days, in addition to reading, studying and meditating every day.
This is also Zhu Jianshen's will.
Let Concubine Wan Guishen teach Zhu Jianshen many things in the palace, such as human relations and sophistication.
Of these, the older Concubine Wan Gui is naturally the most suitable.
In the courtyard, Sang sat under the plum blossom tree and let out a breath of turbid air.
There was a hint of exhaustion in his eyebrows.
Although Concubine Wan Gui's condition has improved, in fact it is just a passing on of pain.
Qingran is still seriously injured and has deliberately delayed time because of his own request, so he can only bear the pain by himself.
"This pain of disappearing is actually more serious than I thought."
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"However, the arrangements for Wang Zhi have been made."
"The next step is to let Qingran look for evil things."
Sang thought very clearly.
Qingran sensed that he came to eliminate them, on the one hand, to gain some merit for Wang Zhi.
On the other hand... it was also to take the opportunity to find out who the person hiding behind Zhu Yunwen was.
However, Sang didn't tell Wang Zhi all this to prevent the young and passionate man from having to take risks with him.
At this moment, Sang, holding a fly whisk, disappeared into the palace alone and came to the market street.
Although Zhu Jianshen has only been on the throne for more than a year, it is not difficult to see from the entire city of Beijing that a new atmosphere that is different from the past has gradually emerged.
"Mr. Sang, I will give you the first evil position."
In the sea of consciousness, Qingran and Sang communicated.
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Soon, through Qingran's perception, Sang realized the problem.
It was in a restaurant.
This restaurant is now the most luxurious restaurant in Beijing.
In the crowded hall, Sang quickly glanced around, and finally fixed his gaze on the kitchen in the backyard.
"Um……"
Sang narrowed his eyes slightly.
Immediately, his body was like a mirror, passing through the bodies of everyone, but he never attracted anyone's attention.
When they arrived at the backyard, Sang noticed the problem even without Qingran's instructions.
The entire backyard kitchen was filled with evil spirits!
The resentment was almost like a flame burning the entire kitchen, and even seemed to faintly break through the sky.
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"So resentful..."
"This is how many people have been killed..."
Sang swept the dust away and saw that the ground in the entire courtyard began to change.
Following a strange squirming sound, the land began to turn like a swamp.
Under the pungent smell of blood, blood began to overflow along the center.
The shrill sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling, accompanied by rotten ghost hands, emerged from below.
Sang shook his head, these people should be the ones who died.
However, there was no sympathy in his eyes.
During the Battle of Jingnan, he had seen too many dead people, and these people... all died happily.
"Okay." Sang frowned, feeling a little unhappy because he didn't find the person he expected: "You are already dead, and if you stay here, you will just turn into evil ghosts and harm innocent people."
"You leave quickly and I will spare your life."
"As for your grievances, I will avenge you."
Sang waved the whisk and swept out a strong wind.
He actually planned to drive away these resentful spirits first.
The resentful souls were all stained with blood and tears. Some were afraid of Sang's strength and left, but there were also some who were resentful and unwilling to leave.
For a moment, full of anger and hatred, these people who died in vain actually launched an attack on Sang.
"Tsk, trouble..."
Sang snorted coldly, whipped out his whisk, and showed no mercy at all against these souls who had died in vain.
In an instant, these resentful spirits were directly dispersed.
At this time, Sang's eyebrows moved and he suddenly took out a bead from his arms.
The scattered souls were condensed into the beads.
After doing all this, Sang opened the kitchen door.
Underneath the tangy smell of blood, there are several big-bodied and round-waisted cooks.
These cooks looked half ghost and half human. One of them was holding a kitchen knife and cutting off large pieces of meat from a man who was hanging upside down.
With the blood flowing, the man hanging upside down let out a shrill scream.
"Huh? A living person!"
The eyes of several cooks instantly became greedy.
Sang smiled coldly, and several copper coins appeared in his hand, which turned into a ray of light, directly penetrated the body of the hanging man, and directly knocked the cook away.
Several other accomplices were shocked and angry and couldn't help but say:
"Are you...an enemy or a friend?"
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Sang Moran said:
"These people hanging upside down are actually dead a long time ago. It's just because you need living flesh and blood, so you use magic to keep them alive."
"Otherwise, how can I survive with so much blood flowing and my body becoming so thin?"
"After all, it just intensifies his pain."
The demon cooks were slightly startled.
But the next moment:
"Whoosh!"
These cooks felt their eyes blurred, and immediately their heads fell to the ground.
Sang Ze had already arrived in the kitchen.
Immediately afterwards, where the severed head was, a series of fierce ghosts climbed out of it:
"You Taoist priest are so cruel!"
"Even the possessed person was killed and forced to come out!"
Sang's eyes closed slightly:
"I was possessed by you and became like this. The yang energy in my body has long been sucked dry by you."
"If the possession is removed, they will not survive. In this case... there is no need to be indecisive and waste tears. That is disrespectful to the deceased."
Many fierce ghosts looked at each other, then roared and rushed towards Sang.
Next moment:
"Boom!"
A wisp of thunder struck down from above.
The entire kitchen was immediately engulfed in flames!
The guests who were eating also noticed the movement. When they looked around in shock, they suddenly:
"Ahhhhhh!"
"What am I eating!"
"What are these, eyes! Ugh!"
"Monsters! There are monsters here!"
All the delicious food on everyone's table turned into bowls of bloody human flesh, which made everyone go crazy.
The guys from the restaurant rushed into the backyard with ferocious looks.
But in the burning kitchen, Sang slowly walked out:
"Um."
"Those trash devils don't know who Zhu Yunwen is, do you know that?"
"If I knew, I could spare his life."
…
After a while, Sang left the restaurant and shook his head in disappointment.
In the sea of consciousness, Qingran couldn't help being shocked when he saw this:
"Mr. Sang, back then...you were not like this when you met my husband."
Sang Youyou said:
"That's because the acquaintance with your husband back then was, at best, just my previous life."
"People will change, not to mention that I am still reincarnated."
"But... it's not all without gain."
"At the very least, I have collected a dozen evil ghosts, and there are still some remnants of wronged souls. When I go back, I will purify this pill bead and make it into a jade pendant. It will be good for Wang Zhi to protect himself."
"Okay, you don't have to sigh here. It's not all your fault."
"Tell me the next place."
Qingran sighed helplessly.
Soon, Sang broke through four or five places where demons and ghosts gathered.
In a room:
"I have been staying in the temple before, but I never thought that... because of Zhu Qizhen, there are already so many monsters and ghosts in Beijing."
As he said this, Sang looked at the demon he had stepped on:
"Ask me again, where is the person who controls Zhu Yun's Li Gui?"
The fierce ghost's face was full of fear. After witnessing the opponent's decisive killing and no-nonsense personality, he immediately begged for mercy:
"I said!"
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"I...I have never seen the person controlling Zhu Yunwen, but...I saw Zhu Yunwen enter the palace not long ago!"
As soon as these words came out, Sang's face darkened.
Enter the palace.
Why doesn't he know?
"real!"
"Everything I said is true!"
"Although I don't know why Zhu Yunwen's resentful soul can do this, but..."
Before he finished speaking, he was greeted by Sang's spell.
The fierce ghost screamed miserably and was instantly wiped out.
Sang didn't even look at it. After absorbing the ghost power, he frowned:
"Even if you are a member of the royal family and become a fierce ghost, it is not easy to enter the palace."
"Sanqingniao, what didn't you notice?"
In the sea of consciousness, Qingran looked helpless:
"It was only after you transferred the pain of Concubine Wan Gui with the witchcraft of Qingmei Yanshen that I was able to regain some strength."
"The palace itself is shrouded in dragon luck. Not to mention ghosts, even divinity cannot penetrate easily."
"My vitality is severely damaged now, so naturally I cannot sense what is happening in the palace."
Sang nodded slightly:
"That's right."
"But... as an auspicious bird, you are not as powerful as the legend says."
These words made Qingran show a hint of anger:
"I finally understand. In this life, you have no intention of talking to people you don't care about, right?"
Sang sneered:
"If I were that kind-hearted Bodhisattva, how could I spend four years helping Zhu Di win the world?"
"I was born to take on the mission of killing. Everything is a means."
"When the mood strikes, I'll help you out."
"I'm not interested, and it's not someone I care about, so why should I bother?"
With that said, Sang dusted himself off and turned back to the palace.
In front of the courtyard, I happened to meet Wang Zhi who had returned from studying.
Sang suddenly smiled. His gentle and drizzle look was completely different from his thunderous ghost-killing look just now.
"Wang Zhi, you came back just in time."
"I have something to do for me."
Wang Zhi nodded immediately:
"Father, please speak."
"Look for Zhu Jianshen and tell him... there is still a powerful ghost named Zhu Yunwen in the palace. Let him come and I have important matters to discuss with him."