Live broadcast: The female heavenly master slays demons and protects the Tao in the power plot

In the long night, the Zhan monarch, who embodies the fate of the entire dynasty, is like an ultra-bright light bulb. Wherever he goes, the halo lights up.

Du Manzhi's idea was very straightforward.

Just start from the source.

The ghost king was born in a hurry without eating a bite of the sacrifice. He relied solely on his identity and aura to summon the ghosts to cause trouble here. In order to get out of his weakened state, he must get something that will help him recover quickly.

Such as the treasures of heaven and earth.

Another example is the luck of extraordinary people.

Suppose the emperor is a jar of fragrant wine, she will make a glass cover to seal the jar of wine!

Want good luck?

You eat fart!

Du Manzhi gestured and wrote, making Jiu Qiansui understand what she meant.

Jiu Qiansui raised his eyebrows: "Want me to introduce you?"

Du Manzhi whispered: "My method must be closer to him to be effective. If the credit for the Silver Hairpin Case is not enough for him to take me seriously, the Prince's incident is my opportunity."

The prince was still in a coma, muttering vaguely: "Don't say anything... come out... I have done a great job in rescuing you, how can I..."

The palace servant who was wiping his sweat listened and broke out in a cold sweat at his words. He wished he could use a sweat towel to stop his nonsense, so that everyone in the East Palace would not suffer!

The black thorn ball that he called affectionately was destined not to reply.

Because the spike ball was running rampant in the cell, clamoring for Du Manzhi to let it out and fight for another three hundred rounds.

"How about it?" Du Manzhi urged.

The expression on the nine thousand-year-old man's face was hard to distinguish: "He can't die now. I need him to live to overturn the case for my people."

Du Manzhi immediately promised: "Of course, I won't harm him, I just want to use him as bait to find the ghost king!"

Reach an agreement.

Soon, she put on a fairy-like outfit and appeared in front of the emperor, swinging her fly whisk.

"Why don't you worship?" The emperor's temples were slightly white, and the lines of "Chuan" between his eyebrows were obvious. This was not caused by being tired of the government, but because he was troubled by having no way to find immortals.

"Master of Heaven and Earth, you are in third place, and I was taught by the goddess and came here according to the decree. As an envoy of the gods, why should I worship the mortal king?"

Du Manzhi deliberately made a high-profile appearance, capturing the emperor's obsession with becoming an immortal, and indeed aroused his curiosity.

The emperor came quickly, looked at her, and then at Jiu Qiansui, but there was doubt hidden under his smiling face.

Du Manzhi just pretended not to know and told him that there was a ghost king making trouble tonight.

A fire broke out in the Fengxian Hall and the ancestor worship ceremony was interrupted, which was originally a very unlucky thing. With the ominous whining sound in the evening wind, everyone couldn't help but believe it.

She then ordered the palace servants to pour water on the surface of the white jade bricks, wave a fly whisk, and drop blood into it.

When the emperor took a look, the figures of former soldiers and generals were reflected in the water.

One of the scribes who was waving a feather fan to cheer for the generals was actually the traitorous military advisor who was killed by him himself!

"Ah!" He was so shocked that he took two steps back, waved away everyone, and bowed deeply to Du Manzhi.

"Please save me!"

Du Manzhi breathed a sigh of relief, he believed it.

This is easy to handle.

She redeemed a set of trapped dragon array from the prize pool.

Seven command flags touched the major points on his body, locking the dragon energy.

After the last step was completed, the emperor in Yin Yang's eyes was no longer shrouded in halo, and was just a middle-aged man who looked more majestic.

"Your Majesty, there is a fire in the Fengxian Palace tonight. There is no secret." Du Manzhi followed up by throwing a second thunderbolt.

The emperor's mood tonight was like riding a roller coaster.

The king was suspicious. He originally thought that the fire was strange. Even the divine envoy said so. He suddenly became angry and anxious: "Please enlighten the divine envoy!"

Du Manzhi pointed in a direction and said: "Hearing is false, seeing is believing. Your Majesty, please come."

……

The prince's palace.

More than a dozen imperial doctors were discussing the plan outside, while inside there were only one eunuch, two medicine boys, and the imperial doctor who had exchanged glances with the emperor before, standing by in a daze.

The emperor walked to the bed with a sullen face and heard the unconscious prince muttering: "...I have saved my crown prince position, who dares to compete with me for the throne...I will kill you, all of them..."

Emperor: "...?" Who do you want to kill?

Du Manzhi thought to herself, I have never seen someone so proactive and honest.

The emperor gave a murderous look, and the secret guards instantly appeared to control everyone present.

The dormitory was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

The prince's ravings reached everyone's ears clearly.

For a long time, the livid emperor summoned the ministers all night, and most of them decided to destroy the prince tonight.

Du Manzhi silently retreated to a corner and watched the people in the East Palace being taken away one after another.

Such a big movement could not wake up the prince.

When there were only two of them left in the palace, Du Manzhi cut off the incense in his sleeve. The prince's eyelids trembled slightly, as if he was about to wake up.

She formed a sword with her two fingers and used all her spiritual power to draw three strokes in front of the bed.

In Du Manzhi's eyes, there were always three girls covered in blood standing around the prince.

Their eyes and mouths were sewn shut with needlework, and their wrists were tied with slender chains.

The chain was finally tied around the prince's wrist, just like he was holding several blind and mute puppies.

But they are not dogs, but three living people who were once bright and beautiful.

"You...who are you?"

After the Requiem was snuffed out by her, the prince woke up from the pain of his injury. He was shocked when he saw a strange girl standing next to the bed.

"How dare you break into the East Palace without permission? Come on, get this woman!"

Du Manzhi looked down at him coldly: "Scream, Your Highness, no one will come in even if your throat is broken by shouting today."

Everyone in the East Palace was taken away.

Those who are willing to tell the prince's crimes will be invited to the West Factory to tell them slowly, and those who refuse to confess will be beaten with canes outside.

A drop of cold sweat rolled down the prince's pale face.

The "Holy Spirit" doesn't respond no matter how much he calls.

The blows of sticks and the wails in the night.

The surroundings were suffocatingly quiet, and no one from the palace who usually gathered around him to inquire after him appeared.

And there was this weird woman who made him inexplicably panic...

Everything revealed a fact that he didn't want to believe.

Something must have happened to the "Holy Spirit"!

His agreement and plan with the "Holy Spirit" may have been exposed...

Du Manzhi grabbed him by the collar, not caring that this action would make his severely broken arm worse.

She pointed at the three girls beside the bed who all turned around.

Blood and tears slowly seeped out from the gaps in their eyes, soaking into the messy needlework.

"They are all wearing the clothes of the maids of the East Palace. They don't have a lot of good meat on their bodies. It's all because of you, a beast! Not only did you torture them, but you also locked up their souls to prevent them from complaining. Who gave you the courage? Is it? That ghost who wants a boy or girl from you?"

No matter how ruthless the prince is, he is still just a teenager. She deliberately wanted him to see the ghostly behavior of the three palace maids, and shared their abilities through physical contact.

The young man was so frightened by the female ghost who was getting closer and closer that he could no longer speak. He begged for mercy with tears in his eyes.

There was a smell of urine coming from the quilt.

Du Manzhi let go of him and calmly cut the sewing thread on the female ghosts' eyelids and mouths.

"I know that you have grievances. If you have grievances and grievances, if you have revenge, just let him breathe, and I will come to save you later."

She turned and left.

Behind him was the prince's desperate scream.