The happy coffin is opened, all ghosts disperse, the princess comes from hell

world.

North of the prairie.

A group of cavalry galloped on the grassland.

These people are all dressed as barbarians, with high noses and deep eyes, with clear outlines. One eye is blue, but the other eye is strange blood red.

The young general at the head frowned and looked at the endless grassland in front of him, his face solemn.

"The door...disappeared."

There was some commotion among the cavalry.

If Qing Wu and Xiao Chenyan were present, they would definitely be able to see the weirdness of this group of people.

Blood eyes are a symbol of the witch clan's bloodline.

This group of barbarian cavalry are all people whose bodies were taken away by the Wu clan.

"Young Priest Wu Ye, how could Fengju Yumen disappear for no reason?"

"Yes, without Fengju Yumen, we will lose contact with the clan!"

Wu Ye did not answer. He raised his hands respectfully, and saw a skull held up in those hands.

The skull is not big, and it is clearly that of a woman.

"Please ask the Holy Lady to prophesy and give us instructions."

The woman's skull stared straight at the place where Fengju Yumen disappeared. Her upper and lower jaws opened and closed slightly, but she let out a sad and crying laugh.

Tears of blood flowed from her empty eyes.

"Fanyou, Fanyou..."

She said the name with reluctance and hatred.

This skull is the actual skeleton of Wu Zhen, and the witch seed she left on the grassland.

After being trapped by Qingwu that day, she had to dismember her body on the spot and cut off her tail to escape.

As a result, her strength was weakened by 80%, and only the remaining consciousness returned to her skull.

She knew that Fanyou would no longer help her, but she knew what Fanyou was bound to do. However, when she used the power of prophecy to predict Fanyou's future, she failed.

Now, Fanyou's choice is before her.

He finally chose the underworld and his beloved daughter.

He gambled his body and soul to seal Fengju Yumen! Blocking the way for their witch clan to return to the Three Realms!

Let these group of Wu clan vanguards who returned to the Three Realms first become trapped beasts.

Wu Zhen smiled, and his smile became more and more serious.

She hated, she was sad, and after she was extremely angry, all that was left in her heart was self-mockery, and a sense of desolation that was just like that.

Fanyou has made his choice.

And there was no turning back for her.

"There is no need to count on Fengju Yumen, we will have to fight alone next time."

Wu Zhen said coldly: "Go back to the royal court and gather your troops. The batch of witch figurines we made back then should also be put to use."

Wu Ye nodded and ordered.

Wu Zhen paused and suddenly turned his head to the west: "That's not right..."

She used the little witchcraft power in her body to prophesy again.

"Wu Ye, go west immediately. A mouse slipped out of Fengju Yumen."

The witch did not dare to delay and acted as ordered.

But he also had doubts in his heart: "All the people in Fengju Yumen are members of my clan, where did the rats come from?"

Wu Zhen sneered: "I was negligent. Fanyou helped go to Guixu to steal the bones of the ten witches, but he didn't hand them over to me immediately. I was afraid that he would secretly arrange to borrow the bones of the witch clan and secretly go to Fengfeng." A mouse was sent inside Juyumen."

It was the little mouse who cooperated with Fanyou inside and outside to close the Fengju Jade Gate.

Fanyou died in Fengju Yumen, but he sent the little mouse out.

The reason Wu Zhen was so angry at the moment was because she felt that Yunzheng's soul, which she had hidden in Fengju Yumen, appeared in the world.

Although there was only a faint trace of residual aura, it could not be hidden from her perception.

At present, the only hope for the remnants of the Wu Clan in the human world is that Chi You wakes up, and the key to this situation is Yun Zheng.

If that little mouse were to deliver Yun Zheng's soul to Chasha, all her arrangements would be in vain.

Wu Zhen gritted his teeth.

Once again, she fell into Fanyou's hands...

……

In the capital, a storm is coming.

King Hui could be considered to have tasted the feeling of having great power, but now that the power he had longed for in the past was in his hands, he was not happy at all and felt like he was holding a hot potato.

I want to ask seventeen or eighteen times a day, when will my great nephew come back?

He really couldn't stand it anymore!

Fortunately, Zuo Prime Minister and other court officials have now begun to exert their efforts, and the situation is still stable. But when the news came that all the vassal kings had returned to the capital, he could not sit still again.

King Hui hurried to Prince Yan's Mansion, but did not find Xiao Chenyan and Qing Wu, nor did he find the cheap ghost nephew who was traveling at night, so he could only catch Situ Jing.

"I don't know when the prince and princess will come back." Situ Jing was still drinking tea calmly, looking at the account book in his hand and fiddling with the beads of the abacus.

King Hui snatched away his abacus.

"It doesn't matter if you can calculate the accounts of the Ministry of Finance later. My brothers have all come to the capital in the name of Qing Junzi. They don't have millions of lions in their hands. With so many garrison troops gathering together, it's not us either. It can be stopped!"

King Hui was so worried that he was sweating profusely.

At present, the total number of Black Armored Guards, Longwei Army and Forbidden Army inside and outside the capital is only 20,000 people. How can they withstand the combined forces of so many vassal kings?

"We can't outnumber us, how can we be smaller?"

Situ Jing really didn't understand why King Hui was so anxious. When he was in trouble, he should look for the princess~ With the princess here, he was afraid of a ball!

King Hui was suspicious, "I know my niece-in-law is powerful, but she can still command all ghosts? Don't fool me. I have read a lot of story books recently, and it has been written in the story books that there is a strict order under the underworld."

"My nephew-in-law has magical powers, but the ghost master down there may not be selling her face."

"Besides, what if the army arrives in the capital and A Yan and his niece haven't come back yet?"

Situ Jing saw that he was sweating profusely. After a moment of silence, he asked, "His Royal Highness Prince Hui has been hanging out with Mr. Ye a lot recently. You still don't know his origin?"

"It's clear, isn't he the son of the seventh brother?" King Hui wrinkled his face: "I still can't fully accept that the seventh brother has such a great son in the blink of an eye."

"I also asked Ye...Yeyou's nephew, and he said that he was just a little kid who beat the clock, and that he had good fortune thanks to his nephew's wife."

have to--

Situ Jing understood. No wonder King Hui was so afraid. This man really didn't know anything.

"His Royal Highness King Hui has read so many stories about ghosts, gods and monsters, but he doesn't think the word 'night tour' is familiar to him?"

King Hui blinked: "I have read a book about the Yinsi Night Traveling God. It is said that the green-faced fangs of this Night Traveling God roam the world at night, punishing rape and eliminating evil, but this guy is a bad luck god!"

"It is said that if a living person bumps into him, it will be as bad as eight lifetimes of bad luck."

"When it comes to this matter, I would also like to talk about why Lao Qi named his son the God of Plague..."

Situ Jing suddenly stood up, took the abacus from King Hui's hand, covered his stomach and said: "Oh, my stomach is not good, I have to go to the toilet!"

"His Royal Highness King Hui, I borrowed it before -"

Situ Jing covered his stomach and ran away.

"Why are you running-"

Before King Hui could finish his words, he saw a pair of handsome faces facing him, smiling with teeth but no eyes.

Ye You appeared at the door at some point, staring at him with a smile: "Is the name Ye You unlucky?"

King Hui felt the danger for no reason, and he said cautiously: "My dear nephew, don't get me wrong, I'm talking about that rotten night wandering god from the Yinsi, not you, my dear nephew..."

"What a coincidence, your nephew, I, am the Ye You God who spreads plague everywhere." Ye You's narrowed eyes opened with a smile: "Are you surprised?"

King Hui: "..."

Situ Jing, you are a troublesome person who is harming this king!

King Hui wished he could pass out on the spot.

Yeyou has been staring at the old emperor recently. While torturing the old mushroom, he also has to take care not to let the old mushroom die prematurely.

He came back only after receiving a secret letter from Qing Wu.

Qing Wu asked him to move Yun Zheng out of Iris Garden first, and then clean up some traces related to her in the palace.

As soon as Yeyou returned to the palace, he heard someone scolding him. He stopped by to take a look. Didn't he bump into him?

He originally wanted to unleash some evil to show this fourth uncle what it means to have a sinister heart.

Suddenly, Ye You felt something, and his figure disappeared instantly.

King Hui's legs gave out and he sat down on the ground with tears streaming down his face: "What kind of life is this for human beings..."

"One or two of them are not human beings..."

In the Iris Courtyard.

Because Xie Shu's Qiqiao Exquisite Heart can delay the self-destruction of Yunzheng's body, he has never left this room since he woke up.

The distance between walking, sitting and lying and Yunzheng is not more than ten steps.

Although he was trapped in the house, Xie Shu was not idle and had people move in all the unfinished files from Dali Temple.

But just now when he was writing the dossier, ink stars accidentally splashed on his clothes. Xie Shuxi Jie could only put down his writing temporarily and change his clothes.

The new robe was placed on the bedside. He took off the robe slowly. When he put his hand on the girdle, he met a pair of dark eyes.

The man lying on the bed suddenly opened his eyes and stared at him.

Eyes facing each other.

Suddenly a world away.

"Ashu..."

Xie Shu heard this familiar voice and was in a daze for a moment.

He saw a familiar casualness and unruliness on that face, as narrow-minded as when he was a child:

"Facing me, undress and take off your belt, Xie Ziyuan, when did your sleeves break?"

"I regard you as my brother, but you actually covet my body?"