A scholar’s ​​path to becoming a god

Lu Xingjue refused: "Goodbye, it won't do you any good if I die. We are regular teammates."

Song Qiran said angrily: "Then you still say there is something wrong with my medicine?"

Sheng Zhiyu asked strangely: "Since there is no problem, why didn't Princess Wuya die?"

Gu Xingzhou said: "It can't be because of his special constitution. After all, it is a highly toxic drug."

Sheng Zhiyu thought for a while: "Is she immortal?"

"Isn't it possible? Isn't that ridiculous?" Lu Xingjue obviously didn't believe it.

Sheng Zhiyu analyzed: "I heard Princess Wuya say before that she had offered sacrifices to Anubis, the God of Death, many times. Perhaps she had sold her soul to Anubis. As long as Anubis could keep her, she would He won’t die.”

Lu Xingjue frowned: "If that's the case, how can we kill her? I don't believe that she can still be alive if she is cut into pieces."

Song Qiran also felt that what Lu Xingjue said made sense: "Why don't we take Princess Wuya out of the palace in a daze and find a place to dismember her."

At this point, we can only give it a try.

At midnight, Sheng Zhiyu, Song Qiran and Lu Xingjue were waiting at a horse farm in the desert.

Soon, Gu Xingzhou appeared in front of them with the unconscious Princess Wuya, and then threw Princess Wuya to the ground: "Elder brother, are you sure that the medicine you prepared can keep her in a coma?"

Song Qiran affirmed: "If you take this medicine, you won't wake up even if you are cut into pieces by five horses."

Sheng Zhiyu said strangely: "Even if this princess is disfigured, there is no reason to wear a mask while sleeping."

Gu Xingzhou took off the mask on Princess Wuya's right face.

Sheng Zhiyu originally wanted to see how severe the disfigurement could be, but he saw that the right half of Princess Wuya's face seemed to have melted, and even half of her facial features were only flesh-colored bumps, which looked very strange.

"Look at the right side of her face, does it look like there's another face on it?" Song Qiran asked.

Sure enough, Sheng Zhiyu found a bump about half the size of his face in the center of his right face, with even small facial features on it.

If you don't look carefully, you won't be able to see it at all, and you will think it is a flesh lump.

Sheng Zhiyu covered his heart: "No, it's too disgusting. This is probably due to the backlash of using too much evil magic."

Just in case, Gu Xingzhou put the mask back on Princess Wuya, and then covered her eyes with a piece of cloth.

Sheng Zhiyu watched as the three men tied ropes around Princess Wuya's hands, feet and neck, and then tied the ropes to the horse: "Otherwise, just chop with a sword. It's a bit cruel."

She thought about the scene where Princess Wuya's limbs were separated from her head, and her scalp felt numb.

Gu Xingzhou didn't want to be too bloody, so he chopped Princess Wuya's head with his sword.

This sword was used with full strength, but it only left a shallow wound on Princess Wuya's neck.

Gu Xingzhou frowned slightly: "How is this possible?"

"It seems that he is truly immortal." Sheng Zhiyu sighed.

Lu Xingjue didn't believe in evil: "Then cut the body into pieces with five horses. I don't believe she can beat five horses."

As he spoke, he took the dagger and pierced the horses' hindquarters one by one.

The frightened horse immediately began to bolt in different directions.

This time, Princess Wuya's limbs and head were separated from her torso, leaving only her bare torso twitching on the ground while spurting blood.

Sheng Zhiyu: "..."

Although I have seen so many scenes, I still feel physically uncomfortable.

"You should be dead now." Lu Xingjue said coldly.

Sheng Zhiyu said: "If you don't die, then you are really a monster."

"What kind of immortality is that?" Lu Xingjue sneered.

Gu Xingzhou said calmly: "Don't be too happy, the copy is not over at all."

I saw a horse pulling Princess Wuya's head back. The cloth covering her eyes had been stained with blood, but her mouth was still screaming in pain: "Who is it? Who dares to do this to me?"

Just as Lu Xingjue wanted to speak out, Song Qiran stopped him with his eyes.

I saw countless tiny blood vessels protruding from the broken part of Princess Wuya's neck. These blood vessels were densely intertwined, and finally formed the outline of a human body.

Then from these outlines, bones and internal organs emerged, and even skin and bones appeared faintly.

Sheng Zhiyu was stunned by the surprising scene in front of him. It would be too...

Although Princess Wuya was blindfolded, her head and unformed body flew higher and higher, and soon disappeared from their eyes.

"She must have flown to the palace." Gu Xingzhou said calmly, "I used to be surprised that there should be many people like Princess Wuya who would assassinate her. But she can live well to this day."

Sheng Zhiyu said: "Maybe tomorrow, Princess Wuya will be able to appear properly again."

Lu Xingjue was unconvinced: "Since she can grow a new body, what if she is burned by fire?"

Sheng Zhiyu shook his head: "I feel like it's useless, otherwise she would have died long ago. But there is one advantage. I am basically sure now that if I kill Princess Wuya, the dungeon will be cleared. But I'd better go back now to avoid arousing suspicion. .”

Lu Xingjue was still a little angry. Song Qiran glanced at him and said, "Don't be impatient."

Lu Xingjue calmed down his anger, snorted, turned around and left.

Sure enough, the next day, Princess Wuya asked Song Qiran to see a doctor again because she felt unwell.

"What's wrong with the princess?" Song Qiran checked carefully and found that everything was normal with Princess Wuya, but her breath was a little weak.

Princess Wuya said quietly: "I feel like someone wants to kill me."

Song Qiran's face remained as usual: "Princess, you are joking. You are a proud daughter of heaven. How could someone want to kill you? The princess may have just returned from Rome and is not accustomed to the local environment."

Princess Wuya didn't say anything, but asked Song Qiran to go back a little tiredly.

After Song Qiran returned, she made an appointment with Sheng Zhiyu and others to go to the library.

Sheng Zhiyu looked at this splendid library and felt that it should be modeled after the real Library of Alexandria.

Song Qiran plunged into an area and started rummaging around.

"Elder brother, what are you looking for?" Sheng Zhiyu asked.

Song Qiran said: "I heard that there are many ancient books in Nile's library, maybe there is something to deal with this situation."

Sheng Zhiyu thought it made sense: "But it's useless to look for it yourself. You can't even understand Niloticus. Is there still an illustration for you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a rolled-up papyrus fell to the ground. On it was a strange scene of a head connected to internal organs, and even half of the head's face was wearing a mask.

Sheng Zhiyu: "...just pretend I didn't say anything."