Zhao Yancheng looked at the three heads without changing his expression, and looked at Chu Li with a playful smile: "Dingru, you can save them now!"
Zhao Zhenghe shook his head helplessly and said: "Father, are you deliberately trying to embarrass me? How can you save your head after it has been cut off?"
If the body and head are separated, you can't put them back together, right?
Zhao Yancheng hummed: "What is a magical power? It means something that can be done by others but cannot be done by others! If it cannot bring the dead back to life, then it is a trick. Dingru, where is your magical power?"
Chu Li sighed and said, "Your Majesty, the young monk is about to start."
He pointed to the heads of the three people: "Can you please help me put the heads back."
Zhao Yancheng waved his hand: "Listen to him!"
Three guards came over and put the three heads back. At this time, the three heads had closed their eyes and died, with no vitality at all. Even though the aura of this world is rich and pure, and the people's vitality is abundant and outstanding,
Even if the head is cut off, he is still dead.
The three heads were placed back in place, fitting the neck, and the three guards held them down without letting go.
At this time, the blood on their bodies had flowed cleanly, and the blood flowed across the ground, almost staining the floor of the hall. The smell of blood was so strong that it made people sick, but everyone in the hall showed no change of expression.
Zhao Yancheng looked at Chu Li with his hands behind his hands, teasingly.
Zhao Zhenghe looked at Chu Li worriedly.
Even though he had confidence in Chu Li's magical powers, he was still worried about this situation. If he hadn't cut off his head, he should be able to save it, but if he cut off his head, he would not only die, but also suffer trauma. Even if he could be saved, he would only be injured.
Just trauma could kill him again.
Besides, the blood has been drained, how can it be possible to come back to life?
Chu Li knelt down, stretched out his left hand gently, touched the foreheads of the three of them respectively, then stood up, took a step back, and saluted Zhao Yancheng: "Your Majesty, it's done!"
"Are they alive?" Zhao Yancheng asked with his lips curled up, half-smiling.
Chu Li nodded and said, "Already alive."
As soon as he finished speaking, the three people on the ground suddenly groaned, and then slowly opened their eyes, but their faces were pale and confused.
Everyone in the hall widened their eyes and looked at the three people in disbelief.
The three of them all touched their necks, turned their heads, and their eyes finally became clear. Then they saw themselves lying in a pool of blood. The smell of blood penetrated their nostrils and went straight to their minds. They couldn't help but want to vomit.
"Okay!" Zhao Zhenghe couldn't help but clapped his hands and exclaimed.
Zhao Yancheng stared at the three people and waved his hand: "Let them get up!"
When the guards mentioned the three of them, their bodies were already stained red, and the smell of blood became stronger.
Zhao Yancheng hummed: "Take them down, change their clothes, bring them to Xuanyuan Hall, and then ask Zhang Wuniu to come over and show them!"
"Yes!" Gu Yuanhe, who had a white beard and eyebrows, bowed in response, waved his hand and led the three guards out.
The three guards carried the three newly-resurrected people and exited together.
Chu Li, Zhao Yancheng and Zhao Zhenghe left the hall together. Four guards followed them outside the hall and walked into a nearby hall.
Zhao Yancheng said nothing along the way, frowning with his hands behind his hands and walking slowly.
Zhao Zhenghe was very excited and asked in a low voice: "Master, can you bring the dead back to life even if you cut off your head?"
Chu Li nodded.
"What about the injuries on his body?" Zhao Zhenghe frowned and said, "The head is gone, and the blood is all drained. Can he recover in one go? Will he die again?"
Chu Li smiled and said: "If this is the case, how can it be a magical power?"
"Did it recover directly?" Zhao Zhenghe was surprised.
Chu Li smiled and said: "Isn't Yuerong like this back then?"
Zhao Zhenghe was startled for a moment, then nodded and sighed: "I still underestimated this magical power!"
Zhao Yancheng walked with his hands behind his back, as if he didn't hear what they were saying.
Soon after entering the Xuanyuan Hall, Zhao Yancheng sat behind the desk on the middle step, waved his sleeves and hummed: "Sit down!"
Zhao Yancheng and Chu Li sat in two chairs under the steps.
Zhao Yancheng picked up a book and looked through it with a calm expression, as if he was not shocked by the magical power.
After a while, the three death row prisoners were brought in again. They were still tied up, but they had changed into clean clothes, their hair had been arranged, and their faces had been washed. They had obviously taken a bath.
Following them in was an old man wearing a third-grade Songhe official uniform. He had white beard and eyebrows but was energetic and had bright eyes.
"Zhang Wuniu, show the three of them!" Zhao Yancheng said: "What's wrong with him and when will he die?"
"Yes." The old man Zhang Wuniu clasped his fists and saluted, came to a death row prisoner, reached out and touched the wrists tied behind his back, and asked the death row prisoner to open his mouth and stick out his tongue, nodded slowly, then looked at the second one, and then the third one.
three.
After a while, Zhang Wuniu had finished reading, clasping his fists and saying: "Your Majesty, these three guys are very strong, there is nothing wrong with them, and they will not die in a while."
"How long can you live?" Zhao Yancheng hummed.
Zhang Wuniu said: "If there are no accidents, he should have a life span of a hundred years. Although his body is full of vitality and very strong, it is not his original vitality. It may come from external forces or rare fruits, but after all, it cannot last for a hundred years.
There should be no problem within the period, but after a hundred years, I’m afraid the oil will run out.”
Chu Li looked at this Wu Niu in surprise.
We should not underestimate the heroes of the world. This Wu Niu can actually detect this. His medical skills are really amazing.
He could see so clearly only because he was carrying a large round xuankong mirror. Zhang Wuniu could not help but admire that Zhang Wuniu could do it with just his medical skills.
"Hmm..." Zhao Yancheng slowly nodded: "Is there anything wrong with you? Is your blood enough?"
"The blood is strong and strong, better than ordinary people." Zhang Wuniu nodded: "It has a bit of a baby's charm, but it's a pity that it can't last long after all. What kind of treasure did your Majesty get? Don't take it at will, otherwise it will not only fail to strengthen your body, but it will be harmful.
Your Majesty, you must be careful and don’t listen to one-sided words..."
"Well, I understand, you can go down." Zhao Yancheng waved his hands hurriedly, not wanting to hear Zhang Wuniu's ramblings.
Zhang Wuniu glanced at the three death row prisoners, shook his head and left.
Zhao Yancheng waved his hand.
Gu Yuanhe bowed, walked out, and winked at the three guards.
The three guards carried the three death row prisoners and walked out of the hall.
Gu Yuanhe whispered: "Put the three of them in Zhuifeng Garden and take good care of them. At the same time, let an imperial doctor go over and keep an eye on them. Their physical conditions must be recorded every day to make sure there are no mistakes!"
"Yes." The three guards were startled, then clasped their fists and led them away.
Gu Yuanhe watched them gradually disappear and returned to Xuanyuan Hall.
"Dingru, you really have some skills." Zhao Yancheng looked Chu Li up and down, his eyes flickering.
Zhao Zhenghe smiled and said: "Father, I am not so easily deceived. Is this magical power correct?"
"I do have supernatural powers." Zhao Yancheng lowered his head and said in a deep voice: "Dingru, are you willing to stay in the palace?"
Chu Li shook his head: "Your Majesty, as a man, the young monk should not stay in the deep palace."
"You took all the trouble to come to see me, is it just to show me your magical powers?" Zhao Yancheng snorted: "Do you have anything else to say?"
Zhao Zhenghe said: "Father, Master not only has the magical power to bring the dead back to life, but he also has clairvoyance and can see the past and the future."
"Oh——?" Zhao Yancheng leaned back, stared at Chu Li sharply, and hummed: "It seems that he wants to participate in state affairs?!"