Emperor Phoenix Policy: Feng Qingtian

Chapter 244 Encountering an Ambush 2
At this moment, a sound of bamboo flute came from nowhere, the melody was very weird, not melodious at all, it was not like a melody, but like a spell, for some reason, when Wuming heard the sound of the bamboo flute, he felt a headache As if about to split open, he fell to the ground, clutching his head tightly.

"What's wrong with you, leader?"

The rest of the hidden guards surrounded him, Wuming hugged his head, the muscles on his face twisted from the pain.

"Leader! Chief!"

The hidden guards kept calling Wuming, Wuming crouched on the ground with his head in his arms without saying a word.

The men in black surrounded and killed the remaining hidden guards, but Wuming curled up on the ground as if he hadn't seen it.

My head hurts, and it seems that something that has been shackled for a long time is about to break out of the ground.

Countless men in black surrounded him, and those hideous and terrifying ghost masks were even more ferocious in the night.

A middle-aged man came out from a dark and deep alley. He didn't wear a mask, and was dressed luxuriously but inconspicuously. He wore a round jade pendant around his waist. The patterns on the jade pendant were strange and tightly intertwined. Among the patterns, there seemed to be a pair of green eyes shining with a creepy glare, like the eyes of a poisonous snake.

The men in black dodged to both sides and made way for a path.

The middle-aged man walked up to Wuming, looked down at him for a moment, then spoke slowly, calling out 'Ling'er'.

Ling'er?

Wuming suddenly raised his head, staring blankly at the face with the short beard, the man in front of him was obviously the first time he saw him, but he was very familiar.

Xuanyuan Hao looked at Wuming's pale face, and sighed faintly, "Ling'er, I am your father, do you still remember?"

Ling'er?Father?
It was as if a floodgate had been opened in my mind, and a flood of memories poured out.

Even though he was still young when he was discarded, only five years old, some things from deep in his memory came out all of a sudden.

Father, Ling'er...

Wuming had a splitting headache, his memory began to become chaotic, strange things poured out, he didn't know who he really was.

Is he nameless?Or is it Ling'er in this man's mouth?
Who is he?
No matter who he is, he will return to Ajin.

Wuming struggled to stand up, ignoring to pick up the long sword on the ground, clutching his head that was so painful that it was about to explode, and staggered towards the palace.

"Hey."

A long sigh came from behind, Wuming didn't look back, and continued to walk forward.

Looking at Wuming's back, Xuanyuan Hao frowned, and glanced at the man wearing a white ghost mask next to him, "Master Mu."

Master Mu took off the mask on his face, took out a bamboo flute and played it.

The strange sound of the bamboo flute surrounded the execution ground, Wuming covered his head, raised his head to the sky and let out a long howl, rolling on the ground in pain.

"Ling'er, don't struggle anymore. When you were five years old, your father deliberately threw you on the road where the dark guards were going to pass for Dayan's foundation, and asked the leader of the dark guards to take you back to the palace. For safety's sake, your father used The secret medicine has washed away your memory, turning you into an orphan without father and mother, and now the sound of Master Mu's bamboo flute is just to evoke your memory, the process will be very painful, so bear with it."

The sound of the bamboo flute in Master Mu's mouth was louder and weirder, floating in the air, making people shudder.

Wuming struggled non-stop, got up from the ground covering his head, and ran forward staggeringly.

"Stop him! Don't allow him to return to the palace!"

Countless men in black rushed up, and Wuming snatched one's sword, poured spiritual power into the sword, and slashed out with one sword, falling down.

The smell of blood became stronger and stronger, hiding a trace of strange fragrance. This fragrance penetrated silently into Wuming's body, and flowed to the strange meridians of the body along with the blood.

Nameless's mind was in chaos, as if a lot of things had been forcibly stuffed, he seemed to recall a lot of memories, and seemed to have forgotten a lot of memories, he kept wielding his sword mechanically, killing batch after batch of black-clothed people.

He doesn't care who he is, he doesn't care who he is, what kind of relatives he has, he only has one extremely strong thought, he wants to be with A Jin, he wants to go back to A Jin's side.

Blood flowed into rivers, staining the ground red, muffled groans came and went, and the ground was full of men in black with stumped limbs and arms and unrepentant deaths.

"Master Wood!"

Seeing that Wuming refused to look back at all, and also refused to recognize himself as his father, Xuanyuan Hao's face became very gloomy, and he ordered Master Mu to immediately evoke all Wuming's memories.

Master Mu played the bamboo flute with all his strength, and Wuming tightly covered his ears, but the sound of the bamboo flute penetrated everywhere, and his headache felt like it was about to explode.

"Ahhh-"

Wuming raised his head to the sky and roared loudly, grabbing the long sword in his hand and throwing it at Master Mu.

Master Mu subconsciously jumped to dodge, the sound of the bamboo flute was interrupted, Wuming's head finally stopped hurting, he seized the opportunity to jump up.

But as soon as he flew up, a large net fell from the sky, covering him tightly.

Wuming was pushed back to the ground. He just wanted to use his spiritual power to shatter the big net, but he found that the spiritual power was leaking out. His extraordinary meridians were empty, and he couldn't gather the spiritual power at all.

There was a trace of strange fragrance in the air, mixed with the smell of blood, if you didn't smell it carefully, you wouldn't smell it at all.

He is in ambush!There is poison in the air!
The bamboo flute sounded again, and Wuming rolled on the ground with a headache.

Xuanyuan Hao walked over and looked at Wuming through the big net, with no expression on his face and no fluctuation in his eyes, not like looking at his own son who was related by blood, but rather like looking at an unrelated person.

"Ling'er, don't resist. You have suffered in the palace these years. Father knows how much you have paid for Dayan Hall and the Xuanyuan royal family. This time, father is here to pick you back to Dayan Hall. The last nine The brothers from Yinmen picked you up, you refused to go back, and killed many people, father has no choice this time, so he can only do this, I hope you don’t blame father.”

Xuanyuan Hao's voice was very indifferent, without any emotion, as if he was reciting a formulaic line.

"I won't go back, I want to go back to Ajin! Ah!"

Wuming held his head and kept bumping against the hard floor, trying to relieve the pain. He had carried more than 50 kinds of torture instruments in the Dark Guard Camp, but he had never suffered such pain.

It hurts so much!It's like the whole person is torn from the inside!There are countless cold sharp knives in his mind, stirring his brain.

"Don't mention that woman again! You are a member of the Xuanyuan royal family, a descendant of the dragon, that woman is just a descendant of a traitor who took the Great Yanjiang Mountain, and she is not worthy of you. When you return to the Great Yan Hall, what do you want? There are all kinds of women!"

Wuming was so painful that he couldn't speak, he crawled on the ground and crawled towards the palace with the net on his head.

Xuanyuan Hao walked to his side and stepped on his back.

Wuming wanted to struggle, but the spiritual power in his body disappeared without a trace. At this time, he was no different from an ordinary person.

No, it's worse than ordinary people. His whole body is weak, and he doesn't even have the strength to raise his hand.

The sound of the bamboo flute was still ringing, louder and weirder than before, like a piercing magic sound hitting Wuming's ears, and a stream of blood flowed out from his ears.

"Ling'er, give up. You are not nameless, not some lowly leader of the secret guards. You are Xuanyuan Ling! You are the son and grandson of Dayan! You are of noble birth and have the blood of the Xuanyuan royal family. Yantang, change back to your identity, revitalize Dayantang, destroy Dazhou, and restore Dayan!"

A red shadow streaked across the air and landed in front of Wuming.

Wuming stared blankly at that soft and beautiful face, "Why are you here?"

"Oh, this seat has cooperated with Dayan Hall."

The door master looked down at Wuming from a high position, and the corners of his blushing lips rose slightly, revealing a coquettish smile, "How is it? Is the drug that I specially prepared for you useful? This kind of thing, once touched When it reaches the blood, the effect of the medicine will increase greatly, the thicker the blood, the greater the effect of the medicine, that is to say, the more people you kill, the greater its effect will be."

The master of the sect giggled, indescribably turning all living beings upside down, mesmerizing, but those eyes were cold, as if soaked in frost, "Seeing that you are like a dead dog now, I know that this thing is very useful .”

Wuming stared at him, "Why? For the Death Gate? I said it! I didn't do the incident at the Death Gate headquarters, nor did the hidden guard!"

"What is the gate of death? I don't care about the gate of death at all. It doesn't matter if everyone in the gate of death dies."

He squatted down in front of Wuming, raised Wuming's chin with his slender white fingers, and looked directly into Wuming's fire-breathing eyes, "What I want is always the queen, but as long as you are here, I will have nothing to do." There is a way to take the queen away from you, you are the most unsightly block in the way!"

He shook off Wuming's chin, stood up slowly, and said coldly, "Since Dayantang wants to find their second son back, then I will naturally help them."

The sect master cooperated with Xuanyuanzhen at first, but he soon found that Xuanyuanzhen was too incompetent to allow him to achieve his goal, so he simply found Xuanyuanhao and cooperated with him.

That time Xuanyuan Zhen told Master Mu a secret in order to understand the Gu on him, and that secret was that Dayan Hall had been planning to bring Xuanyuan Ling back to Dayan Hall recently.

The sect master took advantage of this incident to reach a cooperation with Xuanyuan Hao.

With a two-pronged approach, Wuming was finally won.

"Go back and be your second son, and be your successor to Dayan. The queen's future will be left to me."

The door master said proudly, the brilliance in Taohua's eyes flowed, Wuming jumped up, and attacked the door master with a palm, but just as he got up, he was pulled back by the big net and fell heavily to the ground, Master Mu walked forward, A needle was inserted on Wuming's Baihui acupoint, and Wuming passed out completely.

Xuanyuan Hao waved his hand and ordered coldly, "Take it away!"

(End of this chapter)