Counting on your fingers, the fifth marriage is coming

In the secret room, the candlelight flickered, casting the shadows of Nangong Fei and Prince Shou on the wall, stretching them long and distorted.

Nangong Fei approached Prince Shou and spoke in a low voice like the night wind blowing through dead branches: "Your Highness, do you know that Emperor Yue brought back a corpse from the Xuanmen headquarters?"

Prince Shou's eyebrows twitched slightly, and his fingertips gently tapped the celadon teacup on the table, making a crisp sound: "Oh? I have heard a little about this matter. I heard that the body was placed in Qihuang Pavilion, and there were many defense arrays set up, not even a fly could fly in."

Nangong Fei raised a meaningful smile at the corner of his lips, and a faint light flashed in his eyes: "Then, Your Majesty, do you know who that corpse belongs to?"

Prince Shou picked up the teacup and took a sip. Amid the aroma of tea, his expression was mysterious: "Since the Palace Master mentioned it, I guess you must know something?"

Nangong Fei chuckled, his voice like a venomous snake: "That corpse is none other than the divine fortune teller An Ran."

"Pah—" The teacup in Prince Shou's hand trembled slightly, and a few drops of tea splashed out and fell on the table, spreading a dark color.

He put down the teacup, looking a little surprised: "A fortune teller? How is this possible?"

"How is it impossible?" Nangong Fei took over the conversation, a hint of sarcasm flashing in his eyes: "Your Majesty, there are many bizarre things in this world."

Prince Shou was silent for a moment, gently moving his fingers on the table, as if he was thinking about something.

Nangong Fei saw this and continued, "Your Majesty, Emperor Yue values ​​that corpse so much that he even spent all his energy to set up multiple defensive formations. Don't you find it strange?"

Prince Shou raised his eyes to look at Nangong Fei, with a shadowy smile on his face: "What exactly does the Palace Master want to say?"

Seeing that he was really determined to get what he wanted, Nangong Fei slowly stood up and walked to the candlelight, making his tall figure even longer.

He whispered, "Your Majesty, Emperor Yue... She is not of true royal blood. She is actually the Grand Master of Jing State."

The secret room was silent for a moment, with only the flickering candlelight making a slight "crackling" sound.

Shou Wang's expression changed from shock to solemnity. He slowly stood up, walked in front of Nangong Fei, and said in a low and dangerous voice: "Palace Master, do you have any evidence for this?"

Nangong Fei chuckled and took out a blood-colored jade talisman from his sleeve. The jade talisman was engraved with complex runes and faintly had spiritual power flowing through it. "This is a secret order from within the Xuanmen. Only the top leaders of the Xuanmen and the divine fortune teller know about this. If your Highness does not believe it, you can send someone to investigate."

Prince Shou took the jade talisman and rubbed it gently with his fingertips. A trace of greed and calculation flashed in his eyes: "If this is true..."

Nangong Fei approached Prince Shou and said in a voice as cold as a venomous snake: "Then the prince is the master of this world."

Shou Wang's eyes sparkled, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "Palace Master has really brought good news to this king this time..."

Before, he only planned to use the soul of the divine fortune teller to negotiate cooperation with Xu Shanshan, but since Xu Shanshan is the great national master, her relationship with the divine fortune teller is enough for him to come up with a better plan.

After all, he had previously speculated that Emperor Yue attached so much importance to the body of the divine fortune teller perhaps in order to investigate the internal secrets of Xuanmen, but once it was discovered that Emperor Yue was the Grand Master, everything would be explained.

The divine fortune teller is both the father and the teacher of the great state teacher. His importance is self-evident. If he uses this to control her, I believe she will not be cautious.

Nangong Fei chuckled, his voice as gentle as the night wind: "Your Highness, I and you are originally from the same boat. It's a pity that the corpse I found lost its soul and I can't search its soul to understand some of the situation. Otherwise, I can find out more secrets for Your Highness."

The candlelight in the secret room flickered, making the Taotie pattern on the Chiyou token on Nangong Fei's waist look hideous and lifelike.

"Your Highness, tell me, was the divine fortune teller's soul destroyed or taken away?" Nangong Fei asked curiously. Prince Shou rubbed the tiger-eye stone ring in his hand, and the shadow on the jade table suddenly twisted into the shape of a ghost claw: "The Palace Master mentioned this again and again, could it be that he discovered something?"

Nangong Fei chuckled, and a half-broken bronze hexagram plate slipped out from his sleeve.

The hexagram needle spun wildly on the mysterious pattern, and finally pointed to the jade chi pendant hanging on Prince Shou's waist - it was a treasure from the Western Regions that was tributed by Yecheng three years ago, but at this moment it was emitting a strange blue-black aura.

“Your Highness, this jade pendant is from the Nine Nether Cold Jade from the Xuanmen Forbidden Land?” Nangong Fei suddenly stepped forward, with cinnabar snake patterns running from his neck to his fingertips. “Cold jade locks the soul, and is usually used to nourish residual souls. Could it be…”

Prince Shou stood up suddenly, and the picture of a hundred ghosts parading at night on the rosewood screen behind him suddenly rustled.

He stared at the trembling hexagram needles on the hexagram plate for a long while, then suddenly clapped his hands and laughed: "As expected of you, you are the Palace Master of Chiyou!"

He took off the jade pendant and threw it on the table. A wisp of green smoke from the jade slowly penetrated into the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons. "You guessed correctly. The spirit of Master Anran is indeed in my hands."

Nangong Fei's pupils shrank slightly, and the hexagram needle pierced into the palm of his hand.

"What's going on? Didn't the fortune teller die in the Xuanmen headquarters? How could he be related to the prince?"

King Shou said, "The Ghost Eye Taoist who rebelled against Xuanmen has now surrendered to me. He told me that the Divine Calculator and Xuanmen made a blood pact. Master Anran volunteered to become the center of the formation and guard the 72 Earthly Fiends of Xuanmen with his physical body, just to get one condition from Xuanmen--"

"But he was betrayed."

Three years ago, the Taoist priest with ghost eyes sneaked into the forbidden area of ​​Xuanmen and found that the corpse of Master Anran had been refined into a soul-calming puppet, and the seven souls were locked in a green jade bottle.

He raised his hand and opened the "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" on the wall, revealing an obsidian urn in the secret compartment, with the body of the urn engraved with soul-locking curses.

"And what is kept in this jar is the heavenly soul among his three souls."

"What about the remaining earth souls and human souls?"

There are three spirits and souls. Only when the heavenly soul, the earthly soul and the human soul are together can it be considered complete.

Nangong Fei stared at the blood patterns flowing on the surface of the stone jar. The patterns were exactly the same as the blood-colored curse chains on Master Anran's body.

“Your Highness, do you know…” Nangong Fei suddenly touched the stone urn, and the blood veins in the urn wrapped around his wrist like a living thing, “The formation in Emperor Yue’s bedroom is not just a simple defense formation, it also includes a soul-guiding formation.”

Suddenly there was a loud thunder outside the window and heavy rain poured down.

The candlelight in front of the Shouwang case suddenly went out, leaving only the blood hexagram on Nangong Fei's palm glowing faintly, reflecting a strange smile on his lips: "She is waiting for Master Anran's three souls to return to their positions and rebuild her body. And you, Your Highness..." He tapped the stone urn with his fingertips, and the urn suddenly shook, "This heavenly soul you are nurturing is the best bargaining chip."

"That's right. The more Emperor Yue values ​​Master An Ran, the more leverage this king has."

Nangong Fei changed the subject and said worriedly, "But Your Majesty, this Yue Emperor has great connections. She was once my master, and I know her. If she wants to find out where Shi Anran's soul is, it will only take time."

"I have been on guard against her for a long time. The Heavenly Soul is here, but I have already placed the Human Soul and the Earthly Soul elsewhere. Even though Emperor Yue was once a great state teacher, it is impossible for him to find them."

Hearing this, Nangong Fei suddenly spoke, his voice like an ice blade cutting through a glass lamp: "Is that so? Then I...will feel relieved." (End of this chapter)