Ban Fang

"It's really much easier to say that God has the virtue of being good at life." Shu He snorted again.

Xuan and Emperor's expressions froze, and there was nowhere to express their displeasure on their faces, but they didn't even dare to express their resentment. Kuijiang was in the period of the Kingdom of God, and it was a torture that signaled heaven to punish the subordinates. It has been seen for thousands of years. How many people are there?
What's more, the emperor of the Kingdom of God has been gone for many years, who is responsible for the sudden divine punishment at this time?Could it be that King Yi really did it?
impossible!
Who is he who can make the gods punish him?

Just because of the skeleton without the protection of his ancestors, he has the ability to reach heaven?
Thinking of this, Xuan and Emperor's lips smacked coldly, why were they imprisoned with their father and king in the same secret box?Right now, the only one who can tell the reason is Shu He, if not him, who should we turn to?Therefore, he cleared his throat contemptuously and asked in a deep voice, "How do you dare to ask the chief to solve it?"

"Does His Majesty want to be fast or slow?" Shu He didn't miss the contemptuous smile, and could only look back at the sky and shake his head and sigh.

It doesn't matter whether Emperor Xuanhe changed his mind or not. Could it be possible that he could change his fate against the sky and benefit all generations?How many people in this world can have the luck and talent of a junior junior sister?

"Master Daoist, the situation is urgent, the sooner the better." From the bottom of the city tower came the sound of pleas coming from far and near, and holding a bright yellow silk cloth with some unknown writing on it, he stopped halfway to rest panting, taking a rest. Then he knelt down.

"Report to the Holy Majesty, the minister has prepared an edict to sin against himself."

"Thank you, Mr. Huang." Emperor Xuanhe personally went down the stairs to fetch the crime, and then flew up to the tower, and handed it to Shu He in person, the thin line on his lips evoked playfulness.

Shu He: ...

Great!
If it is the emperor, he doesn't even need to write his own sins, and someone will rush to deliver it for him in just a short time, really!

He curled his lips and said, "Let's put a blood mark on it!"

"Holy Majesty can't do it!"

Huang Shangshu on the steps failed to stop him, Xuanhedi had already pulled out the Mianjin sword from his waist and abdomen, and drew a knife on his finger, the bright red palm prints fell on the yellow silk and slowly faded away.

Shu He took the yellow silk with disgust, actually he was very happy in his heart, what is the main purpose of sinning oneself?All he wants is his blood!

In order to quickly deal with the [-] Southern Chu soldiers and prevent them from becoming cursed ghosts, a person who takes the initiative to bear the curse is needed. It is best for Emperor Xuan and Emperor to bear the identity of the emperor.

Otherwise, it would be fine for him to untie the dust thread slowly, and when a large amount of corpse water sinks into the ground, will the whole Yuecheng still have life?

Under the influence of Crying River, is it easy to deal with tens of thousands of floating corpses in a short time?
Not only is the life of the people unable to be solved, but the luck of the entire Yuecheng will gradually decline due to the smell of corpses, and the entire Yuecheng will become a dead city.

Emperor Xuanhe took on the grievances of thousands of people and the decline of Yuecheng. To put it bluntly, the emperor has borne it. It is also a long-distance inheritance of the dynasty. There are enough family members to bear this disaster. How many descendants of the emperor can come to help bear the burden?

King Liang tried his best to leave an heir to him, even thinking that God's punishment would not come?
Which family will be extinct now?

The tip of his nose was filled with a strong smell of corpses. Shu He walked slowly along the city wall towards the Minjiang River. After walking towards the sky and seeing the light reflected by the clouds, the broken blue and gray Taoist robes were gradually mended consciously.

When he set foot on the last battlement, he had already become a blue cassock embroidered with dragons of various colors. The people on the tower thought he had nowhere to go, but the dust threads under his feet were shining with silver light, and they were like ropes to set up the road to the Minjiang River. road.

When the people under the city wall first saw this scene, they all exclaimed in amazement and began to call for Hao Shuzi to help him everywhere, followed by an endless stream of worship and prayers, and the soldiers who witnessed the tragedy of Minjiang kept begging and praying He can once again spread Taoism to save Yuecheng.

"Is he really a fairy?" Huang Shangshu looked at the figure walking in midair speechlessly. Even though Dongyue's magic skills were superb, he had never seen levitation technique before!
What's more, most of the magic techniques in Dongyue have disappeared, and only a handful of them can be mastered in the hands of the royal family. After the old emperor, there are not many descendants who can use them properly.

Xuan and Emperor cast a displeased glance at the old man, so frightened that the visitor hurriedly silenced and lowered his head, looked at the back of that figure again and remained silent for a long time, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would not believe that there is such a profound and wonderful person, it is also at this moment He really understood his father's dependence on Hao Shuzi, and even hoped that he could handle this matter properly.

Before he had time to digest the unbelievable, Shu He was not far from the bank of the Minjiang River. The bright yellow silk cloth was spreading on the surface of the river along with the dust silk. Slowly ups and downs, the swarming officers, soldiers and civilians were too frightened to make a sound.

Shu He, who was floating in mid-air, waved the dust, and Chensi quickly dismantled the silk cloth as if alive, and merged the blood-stained silk threads into the broad river surface. Suddenly, the corpses sunk below rushed out of the group of corpses. The figure of the general in armor, no accident should be the general of the ten thousand Chu army.

The body that had been devoured by the creatures in the river was no longer complete, and the remaining flesh and blood were quietly raising their right hand, as if they were commanding an army when they were alive, so solemn that it was frightening.

At the same time, the floating corpses seemed to be guided to move, and the calm river suddenly set off huge waves, and people who were too close to the river bank were covered with crimson waves and avoided one after another.

Shu He muttered incessantly, pinching all kinds of finger formulas with one hand, followed by the drag of the dust whisk, and with the movement of the water flowing corpses, there were more and more corpses, standing up in the air, moving to the river bank in an orderly manner, and then They were neatly stacked in one place on the shore, scaring people back frequently for fear of staining something unclean.

After the first wave calmed down, Shu He cut off the connection between all the dust threads, and almost at the same time, the black armor began to float with the waves like duckweed.

Shu He let out a big breath, held his breath and put away his decision and whisk, and stepped on the invisible rope ladder without looking back, crossing the river to stay away from the noisy crowd.

The little donkey who came to the river bank at some point was waiting for him on the mountain road not far away.

He didn't intend to stay and continue to clean up the mess!
Wouldn't it be nice to finish the things that should be done early and live his wonderful life of traveling around?
Is it easy for him to pull nearly a hundred corpses out of the river at a time?

Don't take the opportunity to slip away, why don't you stay and continue hunting for corpses?
It is only natural to clean up the aftermath of the younger junior sister. Can Bangxuan and the emperor take care of themselves?
He is not stupid!

Humming the Sutra of Exterminating Crimes, he came to the side of Xiao Dao Donkey. The gorgeous brilliance just disappeared like a flash in the pan, and the Panlong green robe on his body also returned to the usual tattered Taoist robe.

"It's settled, where are we going next?" He patted the donkey on the trail, then quickly climbed up on the donkey's back, and asked softly in its ear, "You've been hungry and thin recently, how many days will you go to Xiaoyishan to have a full meal?" How is it?"