Yin Yang Lantern Man

Chapter 248: Reversal, Prince Chun’s Mansion is doomed

Time passed by every second, and Chen Ning'an was at his ease, not in a hurry at all.

However, the guests present had cold sweat dripping down their foreheads, they were very anxious.

The man in front of him suddenly jumped up, but first killed the Eighth Prince and then resurrected the Eighth Prince and dominated him.

What happened before their eyes made them realize what "lawlessness" means.

This is the capital city, or a high-end place in the capital city. Why haven't Ye An's people come yet? What about Ri An? It's impossible that no one has noticed it, right? It's been so long!

"Look outside."

Suddenly someone pointed outside and discovered a clue.

It turned out to be the sun that had just risen, and it was still rising, hazy behind the clouds.

There was nothing wrong with that, but he noticed that the length of his shadow had not changed since the beginning.

"The sun isn't moving!"

After this reminder, everyone subconsciously looked into the distance, and except for the sun, the clouds were no longer moving.

It was unknown how long it took for the sound of the artificial cloud bomb fireworks to stop.

"what have you done!"

The chairman of the Shiyang Group exclaimed, this kind of method... he had basically never heard of it!

"I have plenty of time."

Chen Ning'an smiled lightly and looked up into the sky.

The moment he finished in the light world, he set up the same plan in reality.

Ying Wuyi looked outward and saw a faint black shadow covering the outside of the building. Time... stood still.

The Eighth Prince then discovered the problem.

"My friend, I admire you so much for this."

He exclaimed, "You have used the power of time!"

time!

A very common, yet very unusual thing, which is not unfamiliar to the lantern bearer.

Something imbued with the power of time appeared very early on, but it was very limited.

Who dares to claim the true power to control time?
Someone once did an experiment where they brought people from the past to the present and killed them, but history did not change.

The person who was killed seemed to appear out of thin air, and many paradoxes arose regarding the issue of time.

But now, Chen Ningan really made good use of his time!
He sat on a stool, smiled at the guests, and waited quietly for the time to end.

The Eighth Prince began to applaud. These people were his guests. Strictly speaking, they were dealt with by Chen Ning'an, so he should express his opinion.

The scary thing is that the Eighth Prince doesn't feel anything about it. He thinks it's all reasonable.

"terrible……"

One of them suddenly sighed and took the initiative to put his hand into his arms.

He was going to take out his protective gear and not resist any more.

Chen Ning'an turned his gaze to him. After three years of darkness, he really liked the feeling of being able to see again.

He saw colors, bones, flesh and blood, and flowing air.

Nothing can escape the divine consciousness!

But the man held the protective item in his hand and was reluctant to let go.

Being aware and taking action are two different things. When he really reached this moment, he felt that time was both extremely long and extremely fast.

"All right."

Chen Ning'an suddenly spoke, and everyone's heart warmed. Is he planning to let them go?

is it possible?
Chen Ningan stood up and said, "The time has come. It's a pity that no one has the awareness, so I have to choose to do it myself."

Without seeing him make any move, things started falling from the bodies of business tycoons, executives, and bigwigs from both the black and white worlds.

They are ordinary people, and without the use of the lantern man these things cannot play their due role at all.

These people have nothing to protect themselves.

Chen Ningan snapped his fingers, and the next second, the place exploded.

"Boom!"

A red rose began to bloom, and one after another the guests turned into blood roses. They exploded, leaving only their heads falling to the ground, making a muffled "pop" sound.

The place was cleared in the snap of a finger, and Chen Ning'an picked up the wine glass and took a sip. Then the lights were turned on, and Chi Li came out with the paper people.

These were the men Chen Ning'an left behind in his Lantern Realm. The paper people picked up the paper talismans and pasted them under the human heads.

Chen Ning'an took out a dozen wooden talismans and put them into the wine glass in his hand. The talismans melted into the cup and turned into a pool of red soup.

He sprinkled it into the sky, evenly landing on the flesh and blood, and snapped his fingers again.

With a "click", the flesh and blood on the ground began to wriggle again, gradually accumulating and reshaping the flesh and blood.

Ying Wuyi subconsciously pressed the table. She was the only one who was still conscious here, and she understood what was happening.

After today, Chen Ning'an has completely established his foothold in the imperial capital. So many people have become his spies, and even the eighth prince has defected.

What will he do next?
Chen Ning'an in front of Ying Wuyi did not turn his eyes away. He kept looking into the void as if he was in a daze.

One by one, balls of flesh and blood piled up, filling the clothes, and those people came back again.

only……

"Owner!"

With a uniform voice, these people knelt on the ground waiting for Chen Ning'an's instructions.

"It's business as usual."

Chen Ning'an continued to stare at the void and waved his hand to let them get up.

So, these people became familiar with each other again as if they were just before.

The musicians continued to play, and the noise spread here again.

The layer of black that originally covered this place began to shrink. If you look closely, it turned out to be his soul!
Ying Wuyi understood that Chen Ning'an was restoring his soul, covering the building, and then activating the ability of time within his soul.

This is because the old kiln boy's ability is clearly out of control and can only work on himself, trapping himself in a place with no end.

But in Chen Ning'an's hands, this out-of-control ability is more terrifying than a nightmare!
He is him, his soul is him. At this time, Chen Ning'an turned around and greeted Ying Wuyi.

"Come, come and sit down, we can discuss the next steps."

There were only three of them at the table, but the Eighth Prince was as wary of Ying Wuyi as ever.

"Friend, isn't it inappropriate to let her speak? We are not familiar with her, and she might be the old man's person."

The Eighth Prince spoke in a low voice, not wanting Ying Wuyi to hear.

"No, she is very important in my plan."

Chen Ningan sat up straighter and said, "Come on, tell me how that old immortal Prince Chun plans to deal with Ying Qiongyu?"

He certainly didn't think that Prince Chun was placing all his bets on him. Ying Wuyi's appearance here obviously showed that he was well prepared.

"Mr. Chen... please be careful with your words."

A Da took a step forward. This commoner was increasingly treating Princess Wu as less of a princess and more like a servant.

Chen Ning'an raised his eyelids. Is there really someone who is not afraid of death?
Before he could say anything, the Eighth Prince took action first. He stood up, adjusted his crown, and came in front of A Da.

Without saying a word, he slapped him in the face.

"Snapped!"

The crisp sound echoed on the table, and the guests looked away.

Wang Lincheng even wanted to ask Chen Ning'an if he needed him to do anything.

"Is it your turn to speak?" Ying Qiongyu withdrew his hand and wiped it with red wine in disgust: "Why don't you thank me?"

Ah Da didn't move. He knelt down and bowed, saying, "Thank you, Eighth Prince, for the beating!"

"roll."

The Eighth Prince said calmly, "I am discussing family and national affairs here. Do you want to eavesdrop on this, Mu Shuai Mansion?"

"My subordinates dare not!"

Ah Da took two or three steps back, his eyes fixed on Ying Wuyi.

He hoped that his master would say a few words after all, he was here to protect Ying Wuyi.

But Princess Wu didn't even look at him, her mind was on Chen Ning'an.

"In fact, Prince Chun's arrangement...

"Princess!"

Ah Da said in a trembling voice: "Do you know what it means if you tell it to others?"

"Don't worry about my affairs. This princess will make the decision naturally."

Ying Wuyi glared at him and said, "If you interrupt me again, I'll let Grandpa replace you!"

Ah Da shuddered and dared not speak. As he retreated further, Princess Wu said:
"There are at least three nightmare-level guards above my Baiyue, the east, south, and west guards of Prince Chun's Palace!"

"In addition, there is a fission three-phase bomb, which is enough to completely raze this place to the ground."

She said quietly: "But these are just superficial. It is very difficult to kill a prince. There is also a prince conferred by Prince Chun on my Baiyue... a real nightmare."

A true nightmare!
The Eighth Prince was moved, as they usually came into contact with beings tainted with nightmare power.

Just like the new flow, it is a product created by restraining the power of nightmares and adding special processing. It is not the nightmare itself.

They have the ability to create nightmares, but they are not nightmares, so getting rid of people is considered a solution.

But the real nightmare is not like this.

"Prince Chun's Mansion, are you courting your own destruction?"

The Eighth Prince said sternly, "Ying Wu, do you know how big the impact will be? This is the imperial capital! A true nightmare will only cause great suffering to the people. Prince Chun's mansion will definitely be blamed by our father, or at least confiscated and exiled!"

His voice was trembling: "A true nightmare cannot be killed. It is basically impossible to restrain it a second time with the same method as before. You...

He stopped talking halfway, sweat dripping down his forehead.

Because... he finally understood why Prince Chun's Mansion would bring about a real nightmare.

Because he was a prince, if he didn't make a bigger fuss, everyone would focus on his death.

But once everyone shifted their attention, no one would care about the life or death of a prince.

"Pa bang bang~"

Applause rang out from the other side. Chen Ningan clapped his hands and exclaimed: "Prince Chun is really courageous. I am a little surprised by this move."

This requires great courage and a perfect plan.

He turned to look at Ying Wuyi, "Is it known to everyone that you and the Eighth Prince don't get along?"

"Yes, Ning An, but it's different now."

Ying Wuyi tried to explain, but Chen Ningan covered her mouth.

"That's easy. Prince Chun wants to reap the benefits. As long as you and the Eighth Prince die together, there will be no evidence."

It’s interesting that Chen Ning’an seems to be the main murderer, but as long as we dig deeper, Ying Wuyi, the mastermind behind the scenes, can be found out.

By then, there would be a reason for the Eighth Prince’s death. The nightmare also appeared from Ying Wuyi Baiyue. Who knew that Prince Chun’s Mansion was hidden deeper?
Even if a confrontation really breaks out at that time, Prince Chun's Mansion can just make up a story out of thin air and it will be over after paying some price.

After all, Mourinho's residence is closed to the outside world all year round, so it is difficult to obtain evidence, and the person above... I heard that he is about to die.

Maybe this is exactly what everyone wants to see?

Behind the Eighth Prince, there was only Concubine Pinshu. The Eighth Prince himself had basically cleaned out his entire natal family.

There is nothing to worry about.

"This Prince Chun, I will settle accounts with him sooner or later!"

The Eighth Prince slammed the table angrily and said, “Ying Wuyi said it out loud, which means this thing will not be used on him. It was a close call.”

"Thanks to you, my good friend." The Eighth Prince slapped Chen Ning'an heavily and said, "If it weren't for you, I would have really died."

Ying Wuyi remained silent. Even if the Eighth Prince was alive at this moment, he was almost as good as dead.

Chen Ning'an didn't answer. He dipped his fingers in the wine, and the delicious delicacies of Zhuoshan were automatically swept aside.

The table had been restored under his spiritual sense, and the cracks were almost invisible.

It seemed to have life, and the things on it avoided his hands.

His fingertips were stained with wine and he wrote the three words "Eighth Prince".

Afterwards, Ying Wuyi and Prince Chun were painted on both sides of the Eighth Prince.

Behind Ying Wuyi is the Mu Shuai Mansion, and behind Prince Chun, there is a question mark.

And I was painted on one side by him.

Chen Ning'an stared at him for a long time. The Eighth Prince did not speak. Ying Wuyi stared at the table.

She looked at Chen Ning'an from time to time. There used to be a technique called forming alliances and making alliances.

It is an extremely ancient genre, and she has only occasionally seen one that is very similar to the present one.

"Who are Prince Chun's enemies?"

Chen Ning'an's fingertips landed on Prince Chun's name: "This old man is obviously hiding something very well, but he insisted on taking the initiative to stir up trouble. Why do you think this is?"

Chen Ning'an's question actually already has an answer.

Because he put a question mark after Prince Chun.

This question mark has some profound meaning. What kind of person is Prince Chun? Why is there someone behind him?
The Eighth Prince couldn't help but look towards the center of the imperial capital, Xianyang.

Turning back, Ying Wuyi also looked over there.

"How could this be?"

The Eighth Prince didn't dare to say the name. They were the quietest place in the lively banquet.

When the paper people arrived here, they deliberately lowered their voices, dared not speak, and even held their breath.

"Ha ha!"

Suddenly, Chen Ning'an laughed. He poked his finger hard on Prince Chun's name, and it pierced through the marble table.

"Prince Chun deserves to die."

He understood that although these seemed to be dealing with the Eighth Prince, in fact someone was trying to deal with Prince Chun.

They wanted to use this old man who had been hiding so deeply to die and completely break the peace in Xianyang Capital.

"I never thought that the time for revenge would come just after I left Prince Chun's Mansion."

He turned to look at the Eighth Prince: "Let's act out a scene. I attack you, and then I get beaten to death by your skeleton. Then you discover the conspiracy of Prince Chun's Mansion. How about that?"

"My good friend, how could I do that to you?"

Ying Wuyi shook his hand wildly, unwillingly.

"It's just acting."

Chen Ningan said with a smile: "Tomorrow, Prince Chun's Mansion will be destroyed."

There was a fierce light flashing in his eyes. He had never felt so aggrieved before.

"Ying Wuyi."

Chen Ningan looked at her and said, "Next, we have to expose the three guards of the east, south and west on Baiyue. They are right here!"

He closed his eyes, but couldn't help but think of Wang Youcai and Chun Yufeng.

A strange feeling spread in my heart. Prince Chun’s Mansion is doomed!
(End of this chapter)