I have a book of ghosts and gods

Chapter 893 Let me ask, you answer (seeking subscription monthly pass)

"Who!"

Wang Ping paled in shock and stood up abruptly.

But there was already one more person in the room.

A luxurious white beaded crown, a white dress better than snow, even though the feet are stepping on the ground full of dust and dirt, a pair of shoes are still spotless, pure white.

Not only the clothes are white, but also the hands are white, and the face is also crystal clear and plump like white jade.

Like a flying fairy descending from the bright moon in the sky, she is graceful and luxurious, with her brows looking forward, her appearance changes from dusty to oblivious.

The visitor didn't intend to hide anything, and said leisurely and quietly: "Ye Gucheng."

"Ye Gucheng? It's you!"

Wang Ping was even more surprised.

He has laid out such a precise game of chess, and he has already calculated all possible factors. He has studied all the information related to Jiang Zhou thoroughly. How can he not know this person?

"Impossible...impossible..."

Wang Ping murmured in disbelief.

Seeing "Ye Gucheng", he instantly understood.

It turned out that I hadn't been able to hide it from Jiang Zhou at all, or rather, Jiang Zhou hadn't believed him at all.

"Ye Gucheng" smiled and said, "Why is it impossible?"

Wang Ping shook his head, the matter has come to this point, no matter how much he doesn't believe it, it doesn't make sense.

"How did you get in here!"

Others don't know, but Wang Ping knows that in order to protect his own safety, he has set up restrictions that only he knows within a few miles, so that even a fly can't fly in.

If someone breaks in by force, he will definitely be alarmed.

"Ye Gucheng" smiled lightly: "If you can't even get in the door, why am I here?"

Wang Ping asked vigilantly, "What do you want to do?"

While speaking, his hands were already on his waist without any trace.

"Ye Gucheng"'s eyes fell at the same time, and said lightly, "If I were you, I would stand quietly, listen to my questions, and you answer."

"What do you want to ask?"

How could Wang Ping be so obedient?
While speaking, his hands were still slowly touching his waist.

Suddenly, he felt a sudden pain in his hand, and suddenly fell down weakly.

While the hand was hanging down, one palm followed the inertia, slipped from the wrist, and fell to the ground.

"what--!"

It was only when Wang Ping realized that his hand had landed on the ground that he let out a shrill scream.

Fortunately, he is not an ordinary person, the other hand is as fast as lightning, repeatedly hitting several large acupuncture points on his arm and body.

Not a single drop of blood flowed from the cut between the wrists.

His face suddenly turned pale, and then returned to rosy in an instant.

Only then did he look up in horror, only to see that "Ye Gucheng" was gently twisting the index finger of his right hand with his left hand, and there was still a little cold glow on the fingertips.

It is cold to the touch, and chills down the spine, as if it can freeze the soul.

"Ye Gucheng" smiled gently: "If you move a little more, next time, it won't be your hand."

Wang Ping glanced at the sharpness of the fingertips in fear.

He thinks he knows everything about Jiang Zhou and knows the horror of the person in front of him. With the power he has obtained with the help of the "Book of Heaven" in just over a hundred years, he is by no means a match for him.

The uncontrollable pain from the severed wrist made him dare not move an inch.

I had no choice but to be patient and said, "What do you want to ask?"

"Ye Gucheng" glanced at Tang Fu on the couch, and said, "When did you start?"

Wang Ping understood what he meant, and there was no need to hide it. He said, "When I came back from the dead more than a hundred years ago, I was already preparing for this day."

"More than a hundred years ago?"

"Ye Gucheng" said thoughtfully: "Who is the person who brought you back from the dead?"

Wang Ping shook his head and said, "I don't know..."

Before the words fell, I saw "Ye Gucheng"'s fingertips became more icy.

Hastily shouted: "I really don't know!"

"The immortal revived me, gave me the heavenly book and the continuation soul glue, and then drifted away without saying a word to me!"

"Ye Gucheng" was noncommittal: "In this case, how did you have such delusional thoughts?"

Wang Pingdao: "It was recorded in the book that day."

"One person flies in the sky, the king walks below, and the stars move for another year!"

He murmured, his expression becoming fanatical: "It's destiny! I, Wang Ping, is destined to become the Lord of the World! To be the Son of Heaven who is respected by both God and Man!"

"No one can stop... No one can stop..."

"Even if you kill me, it won't change..."

"Ye Gucheng" looked at his fanatical performance indifferently: "In order to become the emperor, you have created nine yang-returning bodies and nine innate yang spirits in the past hundred years?"

Wang Ping nodded, then shook his head immediately.

"Ye Gucheng" looked puzzled.

Wang Ping showed a maniacal smile and said, "It's the nine yang-returning bodies, but not the nine innate yang spirits."

"Oh?"

He looked at the Tang woman on the couch: "Wang Daiji's family, ninety-nine will return to one."

"In order to be born as a congenital yang spirit, it has to go through nine reincarnations before it can be born as a congenital yang spirit."

"The few of them have conceived the 'destiny' for me, and they have worked hard. If they succeed in the future, I will definitely posthumously title them, confer their titles, and make them immortal. This can be regarded as fulfilling their great achievements .”

Wang Ping raised his head and said excitedly: "This is a great merit, I am not harming them, why do you have to make trouble with me?"

"Ye Gucheng" had a smile on his lips, but he still felt leisurely and indifferent, and ignored his defense.

He said indifferently: "You appeared next to Junior Brother Jiang, and you tried your best to set up such a situation, just to get the blood of the Martial Saint? That's too much to mobilize the crowd."

"Although Wu Sheng's blood is precious, it's not impossible to find it anywhere. With your means, it's not too difficult to get it, right?"

Not to mention that Martial Saints are not so rare that they are so hard to find, Jiang Zhou can imagine that to get the blood of Martial Saints, maybe there is no need to look for it at all. You only need to go to the mountain boundary, and you can "buy" it in all likelihood. "arrive.

Wang Ping showed a weird smile.

There is both pride and sarcasm.

It seems to be mocking the majestic Tian Bohou, the great figure, the great reputation, is just a plaything in the palm of his hand, played by him between applause.

In a blink of an eye, he realized that the person in front of him was definitely not something he could offend.

Then he said honestly: "If it is an ordinary innate Yang spirit, then naturally only the blood of the Martial Saint is needed, but how can the 'Son of Heaven' be so simple?"

"Not only does every reincarnation require the blood of the Martial Sage, but the last reincarnation also needs the blood of the Martial Sage who is integrated into the destiny!"

Speaking of this, Wang Ping couldn't help showing a look of complacency, as if showing off: "Since the matter has come to this, I might as well say it clearly."

"When Huang Bai asked for help, it was my plan to lure Granny Shuiyin away. I knew that the sword master holding dust and Jiang... Lord Hou are close friends, and it took me a lot of effort to make them meet."

"Ye Gucheng" couldn't help but applauded when he heard the words: "You have no plans."

Wang Ping smiled triumphantly, as if enjoying his praise very much.

"Ye Gucheng" didn't take it seriously, and asked again: "But how can you be sure that Junior Brother Jiang can get the fate in the imperial mausoleum? That monk may not even be able to deal with the most holy."

"Hey, he can get the best. If he can't get it, I have other ways for him to get it."

Wang Ping smiled mysteriously, but didn't say what else to do.

"Good calculation."

"Ye Gucheng" couldn't help but sighed again.

"So, Liu Xiang and the 'great good man' are all you?"

Wang Ping just smiled and said nothing.

"That's it."

"Ye Gucheng" shook his head and said, "The last question, you are delaying time, but what else can you rely on?"

Wang Ping's expression changed, and he suddenly opened his mouth to spray.

A ferocious ghost head like mist and illusion flashed away.

"Ye Gucheng" has already pointed out the cold light on his fingertips.

The ghost's head was wiped out in an instant, and at the same time, a hair-thin blood line appeared on Wang Ping's eyebrows, and spread out in an instant.

The next moment, he fell to the ground slowly, and when he landed, he split from the middle and split into two halves.

"Huh?" He stepped up and approached the couch, and glanced at it. "Ye Gucheng" frowned slightly, and raised his hand to sweep Tang Fu's abdomen.

stillbirth?

A divine light flashed in his eyes, as if he could penetrate the flesh and see the fetus in Tang Fu's womb.

It really was the stillbirth that was taken out once before, but there was no sound.

Then he didn't use some means to hide it from himself before, the fetus was really dead.

While pondering, two terrifying ghosts and gods appeared behind him silently.

But it is the two ghost generals who can shackle and bind.

The two ghosts saluted and said: "Master, we have not found the soul of this villain."

"Oh?"

(End of this chapter)