After my rebirth, I married my ex-husband and his uncle

Chapter 379 What to Do Now

"If you want to survive, do as I tell you, otherwise I will send you on your way at any time." Lu Ci said.

"Okay, what the lord says, the poor monk will do." On the side of the knife holder's neck, Faheng readily agreed.

Then Lu Ci gave Fa Heng some instructions, and Fa Heng's face turned pale when he said a word, and finally Fa Heng's face was already pale with bruises, and he was no different from a dead person.

Faheng cried and said with a sad face: "My lord, according to what you say, do I still have a way to live?"

Lu Ci looked at him: "If you don't do what I say, I will send you on your way now."

Faheng choked up, and agreed with a mournful face.

The best way to deal with a fake monk like Fa Heng who is only interested in profit is to hit a big stick first and then give candied dates. But as long as you do what I say, I will protect your life, and after the matter is completed, I will give you a fortune of great value."

Got treasure? !

Faheng's eyes lit up, and he asked tentatively, "The treasure your lord mentioned is the Buddha bone from the White Horse Temple?"

Lu Ci did not respond directly to Fa Heng, but only said that you will know when the time comes.

Lu Ci's method of driving the donkey with carrots completely aroused Fa Heng's greed. He thought that his life would be confessed here today, but he didn't expect that not only would he not die, but he might also get the Buddha bone that he was thinking of. It was a surprise. It was so sudden that Fa Heng was so happy that he was almost dizzy, and he promised repeatedly that he would do what Lu Ci said.

After Lu Ci made arrangements, Fa Heng called someone to take him down and put him under strict surveillance. At the same time, he asked about the arrangement of the scene. After hearing that his subordinates reported that everything had been packed, Lu Ci led the people out. altar.

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The blood moon slanted to the west, and the night wind blew slightly.

The two teams of Li Pan and Qin Fenghua shuttled through the huge camp. When they were nearly fifty feet away from the altar, they suddenly smelled a very strong smell of blood.

Qin Fenghua was slightly surprised. She looked at Li Pan and asked, "Master Li, did you smell it?"

The smell of blood in the air was so strong that it almost overflowed, and Li Pan naturally smelled it.

Li Pan's face was solemn, with such a strong smell of blood, the people inside would not have been sacrificed, just like the people of Chen State back then.

"Quick, go in and have a look." Li Pan said quickly, and then stepped up and walked towards the altar.

The others followed closely and quickened their pace. Just after they bypassed the last big tent, the center of the camp finally appeared before their eyes.

In the center of the camp, the altar was low, and a bunch of people were lying on top of each other. Some were lying on the ground, while others were pressed down face-to-face. I didn't know if they were dead or alive. The scene was momentary. Eerie and quiet.

And that strong and disgusting smell of blood came from here.

"These people aren't all dead, are they?" He Xiaodong suddenly said while standing beside Li Pan.

His voice was very clear at this moment, and everyone standing there heard it, and a thought flashed through the bottom of their hearts: Is the tragedy repeating itself?Did all these people really die because of that sorcery?

Just when everyone was standing in place at a loss, Zhao Shiyan took the lead and walked towards the "heap of people".

Everyone just looked at Zhao Shiyan calmly and naturally pulled out a person from the crowd, and then called to this side: "Come here, bring a torch."

Zhao Shiyan had already gone out, so Li Pan, the commander of the forbidden army, naturally couldn't be too cowardly, so Li Pan turned to He Xiaodong and said, "Xiaodong, you have the torch in your hand, go and shine a light on Daoist Zhao."

He Xiaodong: "..."

Shangfeng spoke and had to obey.So He Xiaodong held the torch and went over.

As He Xiaodong approached, the firelight clearly illuminated the face of the man on the ground.

He Xiaodong recognized that person, it turned out to be the Ninth Prince.

At this time, the Ninth Prince's face was pale and gray, his eyes were closed tightly, as if he was dead.

Ninth Prince, dead? !
He Xiaodong's face turned pale with fright, and he hurriedly shook off this absurd idea.

Impossible, the Ninth Prince is the son of a dragon, with God's blessing, he won't just die like this.

What He Xiaodong didn't know was that what seemed so absurd to him at the moment became nothing more than that after a while.

"Daozhang, Ninth... How is His Highness the Ninth Prince?" He Xiaodong asked stumblingly, while asking, he kept reassuring himself that nothing would happen, nothing would happen.

Zhao Shiyan didn't speak, he first felt the pulse of the Ninth Prince, then lifted the Ninth Prince's eyelids to check his pupils.

"How is it? Daoist?" He Xiaodong asked again in a low voice with hope.

Zhao Shiyan: "The pupils and eyes are loose."

He Xiaodong's heart skipped a beat, even people who don't have common medical knowledge know what it means for a person to have dilated pupils.

"Dead... dead?! The Ninth Prince is dead?!" He Xiaodong asked repeatedly with a trembling voice.

Zhao Shiyan: "Well, he's dead."

He squatted on the ground looking at the half-grown child who had died, and couldn't bear to sigh: "It's still a child, what a pity."

The Ninth Prince was dead, and the most honorable First Prince in Shangjing died here for no apparent reason. He Xiaodong felt that he could hardly hold the torch in his hand, his hands were trembling so badly, and his feet were about to go limp.

"Daozhang, what should we do now?" He Xiaodong asked Zhao Shiyan with an expression uglier than crying.

Zhao Shiyan looked at him, and said inexplicably: "Why are you crying? The sky is falling and you have to stand up for it. Why don't you go and call your leader here?"

He Xiaodong was touched by him, turned around and was about to go back to find Li Pan.

"Oh, by the way, call my disciples over by the way." Zhao Shiyan ordered without raising his head.

He Xiaodong responded, and hurriedly ran towards Li Pan and Qin Fenghua.

Seeing that He Xiaodong came back with a torch again, Li Pan quickly asked, "How is it? What's the situation over there?"

He Xiaodong looked at Li Pan for a long time with eyes full of sorrow, his scalp went numb, and he stumbled when he spoke.

"Just say it, I can stand it," Li Pan said.

He Xiaodong: "Boss, Ninth Prince..."

"What's wrong with the Ninth Prince?" Li Panxin raised the question in his throat.

"died."

Li Pan staggered back a step, and was supported by the people behind to stabilize his body. He couldn't believe his ears: "Say it again, what happened to the Ninth Prince?"

He Xiaodong: "The Ninth Prince is dead. It's been a while since his death, and his pupils have dilated."

Li Pan's legs softened and he almost knelt down.

Ninth Prince, Empress Cheng's son, just... died? ! !

He Xiaodong continued: "Daoist Zhao, please go over." He turned around and said to Qin Fenghua, "Miss Qin, Daoist Zhao also invites you to go over."

The death of the Ninth Prince was something Qin Fenghua never expected. She nodded at He Xiaodong and walked towards Zhao Shiyan.

At this moment, Li Pan was so depressed that he almost wanted to reincarnate again, but he still had to face the reality. He followed Qin Fenghua and followed Zhao Shiyan.

Qin Fenghua came to Zhao Shiyan and saw that Zhao Shiyan was squatting on the ground intently inspecting the body of the Ninth Prince, so he didn't disturb Zhao Shiyan, and waited for a while, and when he saw that Zhao Shiyan was over, he asked, "Master, what's going on?" What's going on? Didn't you say that at this stage, except for the sacrificial vessel, other people who accompany the sacrifice will not die?"

Zhao Shiyan looked at the Ninth Prince, pondered for a moment, and then said, "He probably didn't die because of sorcery."

"Why is that?" Li Pan asked quickly.

"At present, my speculation is more inclined that he died of poisoning." Zhao Shiyan said.

"Poisoned? Why did the Taoist priest say that?" Li Pan asked.

Zhao Shiyan stretched out two fingers, pointing at the eyebrows of the Ninth Prince: "Look at this wound, although the blood around the wound has solidified, the color of the blood is extremely abnormal."

Li Pan and Qin Fenghua followed Zhao Shiyan's guidance and saw a small blood-red hole between the eyebrows of the Ninth Prince, but what surprised people was that a thin black layer had condensed around the hole.

"Is this blood?" Li Pan wondered, and it's no wonder that he was able to ask this question, because the blood at the center of the Ninth Prince's eyebrows was really bloodless, but more like thick black ink, completely black. .

Zhao Shiyan nodded: "It's blood, I've seen it."

Li Pan squatted down to look at the blackened blood: "This is how the Taoist priest concluded that the Ninth Prince was poisoned and died? Then what kind of poison is this?"

Zhao Shiyan: "If I'm not wrong, this should be Hei Ming."

"Hei Ming? What is that?" Li Pan had never heard of it.

"A highly poisonous flower that exists in legends." Zhao Shiyan explained.

Li Pan: "?"

"It is said that the Black Underworld Flower grows in the Nether Stream. It is extremely rare, and most people will never see him in this life."

"Ordinary people can't see it? Then who can see it?"

"Ghost people."

"What is this?"

"The Nether people are a race that is said to be able to walk between Yin and Yang. In this world, only they can enter the legendary Nether Stream, and only they can see the Hei Minghua that lives in the Nether Stream."

Li Pan was greatly shocked: "Master Dao, what are you talking about? Isn't it too mysterious?" A nonsense stick, "Is there really the kind of flower you mentioned in this world? And what about the Nether race?"

Zhao Shiyan shook his head: "Pindao read this from a medical book of travel notes by accident, and Pindao has never seen it with his own eyes. After being poisoned, the blood turns as black as ink. This symptom is indeed very similar to that of Hei Minghua's poisoning symptoms. resemblance."

Li Pan: "Is there no other possibility?"

Zhao Shiyan: "It's hard to say, the world is full of wonders, and I can't be 100% sure that the Ninth Prince died from the poison of the Black Underworld Flower."

Li Pan: Well, that is equivalent to not knowing.

"The Daoist, what should we do now?" Li Pan was heartbroken looking at the Ninth Prince whose face was turning blue from death, and was not sure what to do next.

Zhao Shiyan looked at him and said strangely: "Son is dead, shouldn't I inform Lao Tzu? Don't you ask knowingly?"

Li Pan suddenly realized, yes, the eldest prince is the wilting cabbage in the unfavored field, Emperor Yongjia can ignore it, but the nine princes have always been the treasure in the palm of Emperor Yongjia, so now that people are dead, Emperor Yongjia will not Never mind.

have to!After making up his mind, Li Pan stood up, ready to go to the altar to find Emperor Yongjia.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, the death of the Ninth Prince can’t be blamed on him. He was demoted by Emperor Yongjia to guard the gate. People from Dongchang were responsible for it. Now that the Ninth Prince died under the eyes of Dongchang, it was also Dongchang. The dereliction of duty cannot be implicated in the head of the imperial army.

Alas, Li Pan's thoughts changed again, and he secretly thought that the death of the Ninth Prince would definitely reshuffle the forces in the capital, but he didn't know how the successor queen Cheng's family would react. crazy.

(End of this chapter)