fifth form

Chapter 147

"Zheng!"

A zither sounded as if the cloth was being torn.

Sima Xiangru's eyes showed horror, and his right hand playing the piano quickly played another piece of music.

The voice of Xuezhu Linlang quickly rang out.

Stepping from the high mountains and flowing water into the spring and white snow, the sudden change of tone is like midsummer entering cold winter.

Zhang Qian touched his cheek and felt a trace of coldness pass through his face.

In the sky, flakes of snowflakes fell, making this area have a completely different climate scene from the surrounding area.

Zhang Qian's heart also became cold.

He looked forward blankly, and saw that the scene on the white cloth quickly turned into a dense flame, and then quickly dimmed.

Dong Zhongshu coughed violently from the white cloth surrounding the casting of the spell.

His gaze was more horrified than Sima Xiangru's, but it was mixed with luck.

The smooth return of his mind allowed him to regain control of his physical body. He reached out and grabbed Zhang Xuezhou, touching the psychic jade around his waist.

A warm feeling came, Dong Zhongshu shook his body three times, and then there was a burst of howling ghosts and wolves in the air.

"Are you OK?"

As soon as Sima Xiangru stopped playing the piano, he asked quickly.

"I'm okay!"

Dong Zhongshu let out a long breath.

The horror in his eyes faded quickly.

The quick return of his mind to his body reduced his ability to cast spells, but he also had a stable and reliable harbor, and he was no longer easily invaded by external evils.

He stretched out his left hand, and there was still a trace of coldness in the heart of his left hand.

Dong Zhongshu was very aware of this aura.

If I'm not mistaken, this is the breath of the ghost.

If he wanted to guess further, he could guess that this kind of ghost probably belonged to the hanged ghost.

He could feel the grievance entangled in this breath, only a hanged ghost could have such resentment.

"Why is the Yin Yang Nine Heavens Sect suddenly good at controlling ghosts?"

Dong Zhongshu couldn't solve the related question in his mind.

In this investigation and game, he narrowly escaped his life, and also wasted the violent blow brought by the opponent's manipulation of the ghost.

But if he wanted to cast spells to investigate again, he felt that he still needed to adjust his mentality.

Confronting the opponent with his current strength is undoubtedly teasing the tiger's beard.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

It was only when there was a sound of cracking that Dong Zhongshu focused on the psychic gem held in his right hand.

The color of this dragon-shaped jade was now dim, and there was even a thin crack in the center of the dragon's head.

"So it wasn't a fluke!"

Dong Zhongshu looked at the psychic jade that had been shattered after a catastrophe, and felt a sudden toothache.

If there were no accidents, he probably incurred the largest foreign debt ever in his life.

His life was recovered, but he also lost someone else's psychic jade.

Looking at the psychic treasure jade with dim aura, Dong Zhongshu's face was filled with gloom.

He stretched out his hand a little, and the headlights of the camera went out, and the white cloth was rolled back quickly.

"Dr. Dong?"

"Master Dong?"

……

Several voices of inquiry sounded, and Dong Zhongshu touched his forehead.

"Your Highness, Zhong Shu is incompetent." Dong Zhongshu bowed and said, "Not only did he fail to track down the whereabouts of Chao Bugui, but he also damaged the precious jade that His Highness gave this little friend!"

"Don't be sorry for foreign things." The prince shook his head and said, "What happened to you?"

Dong Zhongshu's state at this time is obviously much better than that of Zhou Taiwei.

Although there is no shortage of psychic gems, being able to safely withdraw from the attack that damaged Zhou Taiwei clearly proves Dong Zhongshu's ability.

No one will fall down in one place repeatedly. As long as he has seen it once, Dong Zhongshu will definitely be prepared accordingly, and it is impossible to step into the same pit for the second time.

"I feel a powerful dead person!"

After thinking for a few seconds, Dong Zhongshu responded.

"Cao Bugui is likely to be guarded by a deceased Yin-Yang family figure," Dong Zhongshu said.

"Can the dead protect the living?" the prince wondered.

"The Yin-Yang School's spells are weird, and some of them are weird beyond the imagination of ordinary people. This may be a thing of their town," Dong Zhongshu said.

"How to solve it?"

"It is impossible to use this kind of suppressive thing over and over again. There must be a long interval between using it. After Zhongshu adjusts it, he will investigate again!"

"I also ask Dr. Dong to pay attention to safety!"

The prince took a deep breath.

Dong Zhongshu explained some things, but there were also some things that he didn't explain clearly.

For example, where did the strangely dressed boys and girls presented on the curtain come from, such as that strange house, those strange things, and those papers that record words.

The prince had never seen such thin and delicate paper, which was quite different from the rough fiber paper that could only be used for packaging in the Han Dynasty.

For the current era, they mostly use bamboo slips, stone tablets, cloth and silk to carry words and images.

A paper that is so simple that it cannot be simpler, if it can be imitated, it will inevitably lead to a change of the times.

Being able to record the "Nine Heavens Curse of Yin and Yang Great Compassion" in the Han language, and the "Heart Mantra" in the fierce language, the prince felt that the place where the other party lived was not too far away.

The tracking of spells must have a destination. The prince really wants to find where the other party is, even if he borrows a few pieces of paper for research.

Maybe there will be an answer to these things when he is arrested and cannot return.

For the prince at the moment, even the paper that can trigger the change of the times needs to be put aside. He needs to sort out the issues related to the security of the frontier first.

Only when the truth is clear, can Emperor Jing handle it with ease, instead of fighting against the fierce people with a blank face.

No one even knows how long this war will last, and who will end up in the end.

As far as the Han Dynasty was concerned, they only knew that the Xie Luochuan Holy Land had issued a killing order, and the war began.

If the Xieluochuan Holy Land didn't call to stop, those slaves in the fierce country would fight until the tribe was dead.

The core of resolving the war is not how many slaves are killed, but the holy land behind the slaves.

This is why they have repeatedly pursued the truth.

The content of Li Jiao's confession of thinking behind closed doors for three days is not enough for people to get a glimpse of the whole picture, which requires the cooperation of some other people.

The prince rubbed his head, then returned to the carriage without changing his face and waited in peace.

"Master Dong?"

"Changqing, play a requiem song and do a good deed!"

In the middle of casting the spell, Dong Zhongshu felt the resentment remaining in his palm, and he gently blew this breath down.

He looked at Zhang Xuezhou who showed no signs of moving, and felt that the other party's lethargy was really good.

He was almost frightened when he cast the spell, and Zhang Xuezhou acted like a normal person.

Dong Zhongshu checked to make sure that the casting medium was not damaged in any way.

However, if the psychic jade is damaged, whether the other party is willing to cooperate with casting spells after waking up is a big problem.

Obviously, Dong Zhongshu felt something vaguely, it was difficult to think about casting the spell again at the moment, and he would wait until dawn before trying again.

He pondered for a few seconds, then reached out his hand to feel in the big sleeve, and put a silver needle into the palm of his hand.

Dong Zhongshu carefully inserted the silver needle into the crack of the psychic jade.

When the silver needle was pulled out again, the front end of the silver needle had a touch of blue.

He looked at Zhang Xuezhou's body, and then stabbed it with a needle.

(End of this chapter)