The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 396 Awakening from a Dying Dream

Just now, sensing Lang Jiuchuan's threat, the Golden Armor Gu appeared to protect its master, and Zhenbei Hou's face immediately turned pale and ashen, his breathing becoming rapid.

It is clear that this kind of Gu is not as harmless as the love Gu. In order to protect its master, it must exert its power. Once it does so, the host will have to pay a price.

But for someone who has never practiced Gu techniques to have such a Gu plant in his body is a complete waste. Not only does he lack the ability of a Gu master to make it exert its power, but the Gu will also devour his essence and blood, and he has no spiritual power to protect his essence and blood.

Therefore, apart from protecting his dog's life, this Gu is not very useful. Once it encounters a powerful Xuanmen sorcerer, in order to exert its power, the host can easily suffer a backlash.

But now is not the right time to discuss this Golden Armor Protective Gu, as the Marquis of Zhenbei is about to wake up.

Lang Jiuchuan's slender fingers made a series of hand seals, and a golden ray of light containing spiritual power pierced towards the golden light shield.

Holding the Imperial Bell in her hand, she moved with her will, and the Imperial Bell trembled slightly, humming, and the sacred and meritorious Buddhist nature was transmitted with a soothing quality.

The golden-armored protective Gu seemed to be lured in, becoming restless, and slowly crawled along the light radiating holy spiritual power, absorbing its energy.

The golden light shield grew stronger and stronger. Lang Jiuchuan and the others watched as the golden-armored Gu moved, greedily wanting to swallow the merit and Buddha-nature it contained.

Whether human, ghost, or worm, none of them want to become stronger, and the Golden Armor Gu is no exception. It can only absorb the essence and blood of the Marquis of Zhenbei, which is far less nourishing than the spiritual power of a cultivator.

Just like now.

It lingered in that Buddha-nature, thirsting for it.

Lang Jiuchuan curled her lips and suddenly changed her mind. Daoist energy flowed into the Emperor Bell, and a curse she had gleaned from the Spirit Witch came out of her mouth. Like a tight band, it was heavily fastened to its golden armor, and the powerful Daoist intent attacked its weakest point, the insect head.

*Sob*

The golden-armored gu worm emitted a cry like that of a baby, accompanied by a sharp, piercing cracking sound from its mouthparts that caused eardrum pain.

thumping.

The golden light shield suddenly shattered, and the golden-armored Gu worms quickly burrowed back into the body of the Marquis of Zhenbei, hiding in the deepest part, never daring to show themselves again.

Lang Jiuchuan sneered, then looked at the Marquis of Zhenbei. His appearance was visibly aging, and his temples were white, which was due to the rapid loss of his vital essence.

"Look, there's no such thing as a free lunch. Everything comes at a price. This Golden Armor Gu was either tricked by some Gu Master or he brought it upon himself and is now suffering the consequences."

Jiang Che deeply agreed.

Lang Jiuchuan then began to cast the Nightmare Technique, muttering incantations as he drew in a wisp of Yin energy and channeled it into Lang Jiuchuan's mind.

This is the same tactic used against the former Madam Lu; he will suffer unbearable pain in a dream so vivid it's almost despairing.

The Golden Armored Gu remained motionless, as if it were dead.

So-called protective Gu is nothing more than this.

But if it really makes another move, the Marquis of Zhenbei probably won't live much longer.

As soon as Lang Jiuchuan cast her nightmare spell, the expression on Zhenbei Hou's face changed. She looked at her coldly for a while and said, "Let's go."

He has to suffer the same hardships his father endured, and suffer them repeatedly!
They come and go without a trace.

In his dream, the Marquis of Zhenbei returned to the past, to the years when he and Lang Zhengfan enlisted together and risked their lives on the battlefield.

At first, they had a very good relationship. Lang Zhengfan came from a prestigious family. Although he had the arrogance of a noble family, he was not arrogant. He was skilled in martial arts, generous, and most importantly, righteous. He quickly gained a group of followers.

Lang Zhengfan was quick-witted and his ideas on the battlefield were extremely cunning, but they often had unexpected and miraculous effects, resulting in fewer casualties among his soldiers. When he gained military merit, he did not keep it all to himself, but rewarded those who deserved it and distributed it among those who deserved it. In particular, he would never claim credit or steal credit from his subordinates when they made contributions. Who would not admire such a general?
Xie Zhenming was convinced at the time, so he followed him and participated in countless battles, big and small. The two rose through the ranks from common soldiers, and their friendship deepened. But what happened later? It was probably jealousy. Jealousy of his good family background, quick wit, resourcefulness, and even the fact that he married a true noblewoman from a prestigious family. His life was so smooth; he might even earn a marquisate on his own.

What do I have?

No, he wasn't born into a noble family, nor did he have a wife from a prestigious family. But he was no less capable. His martial arts skills were second to none, and he was diligent. He had thoroughly studied military books, and his military achievements accumulated day by day, becoming higher and higher. But when people mentioned him, they would only say "Deputy General Xie of Lang Zhengfan," as if they didn't even bother to call him by his real name.

When people praise him for all his achievements, they always mention that Lang Zhengfan was the leader who made the contribution, even though he clearly achieved them all on his own merits.

If only Lang Zhengfan didn't exist.

Once the thought crossed his mind, he couldn't stop it and even turned this despicable idea into reality.

The Heart-Eating Gu caused him to die silently, and no one questioned the truth of his death, assuming that he had died from his injuries.

With Lang Zhengfan no longer pressing down on him, Xie Zhenming was indeed taken seriously. He was no longer Deputy General Xie, but General Xie, and eventually became the Marquis of Zhenbei.

He was successful and powerful, but why was he so insecure? So every year he held a Taoist ceremony for Lang Zhengfan to pay respects to the deceased, which made him feel more at ease.

So why did Lang Zhengfan come to his dream? Was his gaze accusing or disdainful?

"Every man for himself, so don't blame me," the Marquis of Zhenbei said calmly.

Lang Zhengfan remained silent and slowly walked towards him, his somewhat thin lips curving into a strange smile.

The Marquis of Zhenbei was terrified. In the blink of an eye, the man was already in front of him and reached out to pull him.

boom.

The sky was filled with mountains of knives and seas of fire, as hot as magma, which mercilessly burned his body and even destroyed his soul.

It hurts, it hurts.

No one can endure the pain of being burned alive.

The Marquis of Zhenbei screamed repeatedly, trying to wake himself up quickly. This was a dream; it couldn't be real.

But when he opened his eyes and woke up, the flames were still bright red.

How can it be?

The Marquis of Zhenbei roared in agony. How could he still feel the pain of his soul being annihilated so clearly when such fire could have burned him to ashes in an instant?

"Golden Armor Gu." The Marquis of Zhenbei finally remembered the Gu worm inside his body.

Just as he painfully summoned the Golden Armor Gu, an invisible force suddenly pulled him out of the boundless sea of ​​fire.

I woke up in shock from my dying dream.

The Marquis of Zhenbei sat up abruptly from the bed, panting heavily. When he saw the blanket slip off his body, he realized that he was really dreaming. But the excruciating pain in the dream was still vivid in his mind, and his chest ached as if a dull knife was twisting inside him.

puff.

The Marquis of Zhenbei coughed up a mouthful of black blood and collapsed limply onto the bed, as if all his energy had been drained away.

"My lord, my lord, something terrible has happened!" The personal servant rushed in, and upon seeing the Marquis of Zhenbei on the bed, his face showed horror: "My lord?"

(End of this chapter)