Judge of the Lamp

Chapter 823 Spell out a good fortune!

General Qin Lixiang walked out of the big tent.

During the march a few days ago, Qin Lixiang couldn't get used to sleeping in the tent, and couldn't sleep for several nights.

I felt really tired tonight, and accidentally fell asleep while watching the dance in the big tent.

When he opened his eyes, he found that the prince was gone, the general was gone, the dancer Leren was gone, and he was the only one left in the whole big tent.

Where have they gone?
When we got outside the camp, the guards in front of the door were gone.

The entire camp was filled with fog, and there was silence, as if there was no one there.

Walking to the front gate of the camp, Qin Lixiang finally saw two sergeants squatting on the ground, as if they were looking for something.

Qin Lixiang has a violent temper. He has never fought a war and doesn't understand military affairs. He is the second son of the right servant of the Ministry of War, and he has been a general in the army.

He also treated the sergeants as his own servants, beating and scolding them frequently, and he met two short-sighted ones today, so naturally he couldn't spare them.

Qin Lixiang picked up the horsewhip around his waist and whipped it at a sergeant.

The horse whip hit the sergeant, and the sergeant slowly turned his head.

"So it's General Qin." The sergeant looked blank.

"When you meet the general, don't you know how to salute?" Qin Lixiang whipped his whip again.

The whip hit the sergeant in the face, and the sergeant didn't even blink his eyes.

He looked straight at Qin Lixiang expressionlessly.

What is he looking at me for?
Why is he dissatisfied?

Qin Lixiang was a little flustered, looked left and right, only saw a thick night fog, but saw no one else.

"What are you doing here?" Qin Lixiang yelled, firstly to strengthen his courage, and secondly to shout out.

No one around responded, but the sergeant stood up slowly.

"We're looking for something here."

Another sergeant also stood up: "There is an old man who said he lost his hand. Let's help him find it. General, have you seen his hand?"

"What hand? What are you talking about?" Qin Lixiang took a few steps back, and suddenly felt someone behind him touch his knee, almost causing him to fall to the ground.

Looking back, another sergeant was squatting at his feet.

"Who are you?" Qin Lixiang was terrified, dropped his whip, and wanted to draw his sword.

The sergeant also stood up: "They helped me find something, but I lost my hand, general, did you see it?"

The sergeant hugged Qin Lixiang from behind.

Qin Lixiang was terrified, his hands and feet were numb from fright, and he couldn't pull out his long sword.

Two sergeants on the opposite side walked over slowly: "My hand is also missing, I don't know where it went, General, help me find it."

"And my hands."

"General, where are my hands?"

"General, why do you still have your hand, General, why can't I find my hand?"

A sergeant grabbed Qin Lixiang's arm and tugged hard.

Qin Lixiang wailed, and somewhat sobered up under the severe pain.

He saw the dense fog around him dissipate, and the howling sounded one after another.

He saw many sergeants around shouting and running wildly, and there were many people around the sergeants, blocking them in all directions.

They were male and female, old and young, some wore short gowns, some wore civilian clothes, and some were wrapped only in a rag.

They seized the sergeant and surrounded him, tearing and scuffling.

Qin Lixiang struggled desperately, and the old man with only one arm hugged his neck tightly.

Many people gathered again, who are they?

A group of people gathered and surrounded Qin Lixiang.

Their speed is not fast, and their actions are very stiff, but they have no fear and no consequences, they just fight desperately.

During the siege of the crowd, Qin Lixiang's wailing became weaker and weaker, and gradually disappeared.

Hong Huaxiao stood in a corner of the camp, looked at Shi Cheng beside him: "The underworld has left the underworld, is this in compliance with the rules?"

Shi Cheng said with a smile: "It's hard to say in Daxuan, but in this place, some rules can't be too fussy."

"Where do these dead souls come from?"

"They are all hard-working people. In Qiancheng Kingdom, there are a lot of hard-working people. The old man starved to death, and the old woman starved to death while guarding the old man's body.

The beautiful girl was beaten to death by the officials for protecting a morsel of food, and the young man was also beaten to death by the officials for saving the girl. "

Hong Huaxiao sighed and said, "Did they come here voluntarily?"

"It's not just voluntary, it's all rushed," Shi Cheng looked at the thousands of dead souls and said, "The dead souls of Qiancheng will be reborn in Qiancheng in the next life. wretched man,

I have issued a reward in the Yin Division. Anyone who comes to participate in the war will at least be able to walk on the road of a hundred lives. Those who dare to kill the enemy will take the road of worry-free reincarnation. "

There was a sound of fighting in the distance, and many soldiers gathered together, trying to counterattack.

Hong Huaxiao said: "Let these dead souls go, they don't know how to fight, and they can't stop the army."

Shi Cheng shook his head and said, "Miss Hong, can the maiden under you be able to stop it?"

After speaking, Shi Cheng looked at the tower beside him.

Standing in the upper room of the tower, Yang Wu cast a spell of magic.

Where the talisman fell, Yin Qi flew up.

The soul of the dead, who had sucked enough Yin Qi, swelled up, roared, and rushed towards the opposite sergeant.

They had never fought, and their movements were clumsy.

They are possessed by the Yin Division's special shell, they have strength, but they also know pain.

They will be injured by a knife, and may even destroy their souls.

But none of the dead souls confessed, they all rushed up.

Shi Cheng took a deep breath and said, "Before they were alive, they were at the mercy of others, turned into dead souls, and finally fought for themselves!"

Hong Huaxiao sighed and said, "Everyone is dead, but they still have to fight."

Shi Cheng said with a smile: "Someone leads them to fight, this is a blessing, Ma Changshi leads the living to fight, why not let the dead souls fight for their lives!"

After speaking, Shi Cheng rushed up with more than 30 meditators.

Although there are many sergeants in the Shenzheng camp, they have maintained their usual fighting strength. Seeing the evil spirits, the sergeants have already started to retreat.

There is no one in the key army to command, and the whereabouts of General Zhang Shida and the other generals are unknown.

The ghosts were fighting in the front, and the practitioners of the underworld used the technique of ten thousand punishments on the rear of the Shenzhengying army.

Under the Swinging Curse, the power of the Ten Thousand Punishment Technique was astonishing, first the sharp blades flew, and then the molten iron rained down.

After a round of techniques, the Shenzhengying army formation disintegrated in an instant. Although less than [-]% of the sergeants were killed or injured, the rest of the sergeants had no intention of fighting any more and just ran for their lives.

Outside the camp, there was a dense mist, and the escaped soldiers went around in the mist before returning to the camp.

The sorcerer set up a ecstasy array.

Seeing the evil spirits rushing up again, several school captains fought bravely to be the first, pulled out their long knives, threw them on the ground, knelt down on their knees, and shouted sharply: "Spare my life, I will surrender!"

The generals were missing, and the lieutenant was the highest-ranking military officer. With them as an example, the sergeants immediately surrendered without hesitation.

When the war subsided completely, Shi Cheng recalled all the ghosts and went to the underworld to wait for Xu Zhiqiong to send his meritorious deeds.

Naturally, this battle was not fought in vain. The ghosts who participated in the battle reincarnated good people in the afterlife, and the meditation practitioners who participated in the battle had meritorious deeds.

Hei Wuchang Dai Huiqin said from the side: "Does this count as a private exchange with the judge?"

Shi Cheng was silent for a moment, then turned his face and said with a smile, "Speak when your skin itch."

Dai Huiqin lowered her head and said, "It doesn't itch."

The implementation process was also worried, but Xu Zhiqiong made up his mind at the time, even if something happened, Xu Zhiqiong was willing to bear it by himself.

"Brother Shi, listen to me, in Qiancheng Kingdom, we have to use some means outside the rules, or we won't be able to fight them."

Brother, fight them to the end.

As long as it is for the sake of heaven, brother will accompany you to fight against them.

……

Hong Zhenkang opened his eyes and found that he was locked in a room with no windows, no lamps and candles, only a little light seeping through the crack of the door.

This is the scene he fears the most.

He was imprisoned by Yuan Chengfeng for nearly 20 years, and every time he woke up in the cell, it was like this.

He closed his eyes, pinched his thighs, slapped his face, hoping it was just a nightmare.

But this is not a dream, the darkness in front of me has never changed.

Hong Zhenkang cried and howled for half an hour. Hong Huaxiao came to the door and comforted him softly: "King Lu, stop crying. If you cry again, your nose will be cut off."

King Lu immediately stopped crying.

Hong Huaxiao said: "You don't have to be sad, these days, just do what I tell you, and I will let you go."

……

Two days later, Hong Juncheng received a letter from Hong Zhenkang.

There are roughly two contents of the letter. One is that the tax collection in Xiezhou went smoothly, and [-]% of the land tax has been successfully collected.

The second is that there is insufficient food and grass in the army, so I implore the court to supply food and grass.

Hong Juncheng put down the letter and frowned.

He called the Minister of the Ministry of War: "How many days of food and grass did you prepare for the Shenzheng camp before going out?"

"I have prepared food and grass for two months."

Two months of food and grass, is it still not enough?
Hong Juncheng frowned, and muttered to himself, "What is Hong Zhenkang trying to do?"

Qin Yan silently stood aside.

He wanted to carefully observe Hong Juncheng's movements to see if he had any intention of leaving Shenlin City.

(End of this chapter)