Judge of the Lamp

Chapter 634 Who Can Keep Him Until the Fifth Watch

Xu Zhiqiong stared at Shu Wang Hong Zhenji with a smile for a long time.

Hong Zhenji felt flustered for a while. He expected that Xu Zhiqiong might have noticed something, so he simply walked through a few dishes, and quickly got up to see off the guests.

Liang Yuyao found that Xu Zhiqiong's condition was not right, so she was anxious to leave, and the banquet dispersed hastily, but Xu Zhiqiong was reluctant to part with him, and when he left, he still looked back at Hong Zhenji from time to time.

On the way, Liang Yuyao couldn't wait to ask: "What's wrong with you? Did he hurt you with some sorcery?"

Xu Zhiqiong shook his head and said, "The sorcery was used, but it didn't hurt me."

"Then what have you been staring at him for?"

Xu Zhiqiong smiled and said, "I think he looks handsome!"

Lin Qianniang said: "I think Hong Zhenji's expression is smug, I'm afraid he used an unknown method."

Xu Zhiqiong nodded and said, "This Yelang Kingdom always feels that they are well-informed, and they always feel that they have too many unknown methods."

……

Liang Yuyao and the others had just left, and Hong Zhenji hurriedly found the former Master of the Divine Machine, Cong Ming.

Cong Ming was the ugly man dancing just now.

His ugliness is not made up, it is born.

Because of his ugly looks, Cong Ming has been devoting himself to cultivation. Last year, he claimed to have reached the third rank.

What is the level of cultivation, this matter is unknown, Qiancheng people are in Qiancheng country, cultivation level is invisible, no matter what method is used, it is impossible to find out.

Hong Zhenji took a sip of tea and said, "Cong Shaoqing, I just felt that Xu Zhiqiong's expression was wrong, and I must have known that you used tricks on him."

Cong Ming smiled lightly: "So what if I know?"

Hong Zhenji frowned slightly, he didn't like Cong Ming's attitude.

Cong Ming really has no memory. It was because he showed a little arrogance in front of the gods that he was dismissed from his official position and became a scapegoat.

Now talking to the prince is still inappropriate.

Seeing that Hong Zhenji frowned and said nothing, Cong Ming explained: "Xu Zhiqiong may have noticed something strange, but he will never know the reason.
The technique of inspiriting is my unique secret skill. From tonight onwards, I will make him lose his mind all the time, until three days later, I will kill him. "

This man just couldn't speak, and it seemed that what he said was all due to him alone.

For this kind of thing, you have to say that the gods arranged properly first, and then you have to say that the prince has planned well. You just contributed a little bit to it, which is not worth mentioning at all.

Hong Zhenji snorted coldly and said: "Xu Zhiqiong's life was killed in three days, wouldn't Xuan Guo want to suspect the widow? You are too eager to do things, too unsteady!"

This person needs to be beaten all the time!

When Cong Ming heard this, he hurriedly asked for instructions: "According to the prince's wishes, how many days are suitable?"

Hong Zhenji said: "Three to five days is too short, it will inevitably attract suspicion, and one month is too long, I'm afraid Xu Zhiqiong will have trouble again, according to my widow's opinion, half a month is just right."

Cong Ming nodded and said: "The humble officer obeyed, and took Xu Zhiqiong's life within half a month."

"There is no need to rush to take his life, let him become a useless person first, and stop making trouble."

Cong Ming's methods were indeed better than Long Xiulian's.

Long Xiulian also has the fourth-grade cultivation of the fierce way, but after planting the breath, he can only let the breath grow on its own, until it devours the opponent's soul and turns the opponent into a puppet.

But Cong Ming's method is special, he can control the activities of Ji Xi, if Ji Xi can quickly swallow the opponent's three souls, within three days, he will completely take the opponent's life.

He can also make Ji Qi eat only one soul of the opponent, turning the opponent into a useless person.

He can also calm down the horror, allowing the other party to live an extra month or two under the extreme fear.

Hearing Hong Zhenji's order, Cong Ming quickly agreed: "Your Majesty, don't worry, a humble position can make Xu Zhiqiong a useless person, or take Xu Zhiqiong's life. I will let him die on the third watch, and no one can keep him until the fifth watch. How long he can live depends on the humble mind."

Hong Zhenji frowned and said, "It doesn't depend on your own will, and it's not your fault!"

Cong Ming realized that he had said something wrong, so he quickly kowtowed and said, "It's all because of your lord's good plan that the villain Xu Zhiqiong was slaughtered."

Hong Zhenji nodded, these two sentences finally made sense, but the word appropriate was not used properly.

Whether you get it right or not, the god has the final say, how can you judge it?You have to speak wisely!
"In the past half month, Xu Zhiqiong has to suffer a lot, right?"

Cong Ming said: "It's not bitter, it's just that I don't have much energy, and I often have nightmares at night."

It's just that he often has nightmares, so it shouldn't arouse Hong Zhenji's suspicion.

Hong Zhenji nodded and said, "What kind of nightmare will he have?"

This is just a random question, what kind of dream you have, no one else can control this matter.

But Cong Ming can really manage, he has special means.

"My lord, what dream do you want him to have?"

Hong Zhenji was startled when he heard the words, and then smiled and said: "I want him to know the majesty of the great state!"

Cong Ming said with a smile: "It's easy to say! Tonight in the dream, the humble official asked the god to interrogate the prisoner himself, convict him of disrespect, and cut him [-] knives first!"

"Okay!" Hong Zhenji nodded again and again, "One thousand and six hundred knives, if that guy is in a dream, he will be scared out of his wits!"

……

Xu Zhiqiong returned to Yuyao Palace, and just entered the east courtyard when Yu Chilan suddenly stepped forward, swung the spear, and only took the face.

The spear was accurate and the shot was quick, Xu Zhiqiong dodged on his back, and Yu Chilan directly smashed the body of the spear down.

The eldest sister didn't know how to shoot, this shot really hit her, Xu Zhiqiong was afraid that she would be injured.

Xu Zhiqiong leaned back, turned his heels, and dodged another shot.

Yu Chilan's gun pointed against the ground and swept towards Xu Zhiqiong's ankle.

Xu Zhiqiong dodged it with a small jump, walked around behind Yuchilan, grabbed the peach on the left with his left hand, and the peach on the right with his right hand, and moved to both sides first. Yuchilan took a deep breath.

Xu Zhiqiong grabbed two peach petals and put them together in the middle, Yu Chilan gritted his teeth.

Xu Zhiqiong firmly grasped it with all ten fingers.

Yu Chilan let out a cry of pain, jumped three zhang away, and said with tears in her eyes: "What a filth, what a filth!"

Xu Zhiqiong rubbed and rubbed, and said with a smile: "Sister, these marksmanship moves are not bad. If you really practice them well, you may not be the opponent of Qipin Shadao."

Xu Zhiqiong was telling the truth, these marksmanship moves were really easy to use, but the difference in cultivation between the two sides was too large, and Xu Zhiqiong didn't show the power it should have.

Yu Chilan was very annoyed, she took the spear and went back to the house to rest.

Li Xuefei came to chat with Yu Chilan, but saw Yu Chilan lying on the bed, embarrassed and annoyed,
Looking down at the waist, the pants were all torn, Li Xuefei said in amazement: "What's wrong? Let me see!"

After Yu Chilan explained the reason, Li Xuefei unbuttoned his dress and took a look, ten fingerprints were clearly visible.

"Yunhou's hands are too ruthless, come, sister rub some medicine for you."

Yu Chilan turned around and said, "But this marksmanship is really improved, I'll show you how to practice it."

Xu Zhiqiong went back to the house, and then taught Brother Xing how to read, and slept a little late that night.

Shu Wang Hong Zhenji was in a good mood and slept very late.

He called six concubines, tossed and tossed until midnight, and just fell asleep. After sleeping for a long time, he suddenly heard someone calling in his ear.

"Traitor! You still haven't pleaded guilty!"

This is the voice of the gods!
Hong Zhenji turned pale with fright, opened his eyes hastily, and when he looked up, he saw Shenjun sitting on the Enwei Hall, glaring at each other!

The courtiers on both sides knelt on the ground, touched their foreheads to the ground, and remained silent. The god yelled angrily: "Hong Zhenji, you have long been disobedient, but now the evidence is solid, what do you have to say?"

"Shenjun, I am wronged, I am wronged..." Hong Zhenji still wanted to argue, but Shenjun could not argue.

"Left and right, take this person to the execution ground and execute him Ling Chi!"

The guard stepped forward to hold Hong Zhenji down, and in a blink of an eye he arrived at the execution ground.

The executioner brought all kinds of knives, fed Hong Zhenji a bowl of wine, sighed and said: "My lord, I offended you. We will cut [-] knives, and today we will cut [-]!"

"Why, why is it [-] knives, the god didn't say [-] knives, widow, widow..."

Hong Zhenji felt that he might be dreaming, but he couldn't wake up.

The knife was cut on his body, and the pain was real. After being stabbed more than 30 times, Hong Zhenji wailed and woke up from the pain.

There was a concubine sleeping on the bed, and when she saw Hong Zhenji woke up, she hurried forward and asked, "My lord, what's the matter, did you have a nightmare?"

Hong Zhenji pushed the concubine away and stared at his chest for a long time.

Although there was still a dull pain on the flesh, there was no scar on Hong Zhenji's body.

What a nightmare!
Hong Zhenji yelled: "Change clothes for the widow, and go find Cong Ming for the widow!"

After tidying up his clothes, Hong Zhenji rushed to the main hall of the palace angrily.

Cong Ming carefully knelt in front of Hong Zhenji, and waited for a while before hearing Hong Zhenji say:

"Cong Ming, you are so bold, you dare to attack the widow?"

Cong Ming was startled: "My lord, where do you start with this?"

Hong Zhenji said with a ferocious expression: "You dare to use the soul-stirring technique on the widow!"

Cong Ming knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly: "My lord, I have been wronged! I have never used magic on my lord!"

Hong Zhenji shouted: "The widow had a nightmare all night, but it was the same as the nightmare you described. How dare you say it wasn't the magic technique you used!"

King Shu had a nightmare?Still the same nightmare as I described?
Is it really such a coincidence?
Cong Ming raised his head, looked at Hong Zhenji cautiously, and found that his face was pale, and he really showed signs of being stunned.

Impossible, I cast the spell on Xu Zhiqiong, no matter what, it is impossible to implicate King Shu!

Judging from Cong Ming's attitude, it should not be intentional, Hong Zhenji said in a calm tone, "Did you miss it?"

Cong Ming shook his head and said, "Your Majesty has learned from you, there is absolutely no way you will miss this humble job."

This fool, if he didn't miss it, could it be that you did it on purpose?
Hong Zhenji sighed: "Since I missed it, I don't blame you, you should get rid of the spell quickly!"

Cong Ming gritted his teeth and asked boldly, "My lord, can you give me a drop of blood?"

He wanted to test whether Hong Zhenji had really suffered a shock.

Hong Zhenji agreed, and Cong Ming took a drop of blood from his fingertip, put it in his mouth and tasted it, and a stench of blood rushed straight to his throat.

Cong Ming was dumbfounded.

Hong Zhenji's body was really terrified.

how can that be!

Xu Zhiqiong must have moved his hands and feet!
It was indeed Xu Zhiqiong's hands and feet.

Xu Zhiqiong kept staring at Hong Zhenji because this was the first time he used a fourth-grade skill, and he was afraid that the skill would not be used properly.

The key to the turnaround of fourth-grade skills lies in the road.

Xu Zhiqiong and Hong Zhenji exchanged their situations to a certain extent, and exchanged the horror on their bodies for Hong Zhenji.

The judges in Qiancheng Kingdom have long been extinct. Hong Zhenji and Cong Ming are not familiar with the judge's techniques, and they don't know that Xu Zhiqiong has a fourth-grade cultivation.

They don't know what the consequences of being watched by a fourth-rank judge will bring.

Now that Hong Zhenji got the breath, Cong Ming couldn't clear up his guilt anyway, so he could only take back the breath from Hong Zhenji's body first.

This is not difficult for Cong Ming. The horror he planted can be recovered as long as he uses his skills in reverse.

But the skill was used three times in a row, and the breath remained motionless.

Cong Ming looked at Hong Zhenji in horror, the horror didn't stick to the soul, it seemed to be embedded in the soul.

He can't get it out!
(End of this chapter)