I'm not immortal

Chapter 232 Underworld?Where did it come from?

After reading it, Jiang Qi fell into silence.

Zhao Yinger committed suicide, her heart was poisoned, her heart was broken from eating, and she burst into tears from the pain. Amid all the pain, she could clearly feel that her life was passing by.

This is the record of the Medicine Pill Classic, Sun Simiao can not make mistakes, he said that it is suffering, so there is no falsehood.

But in the scene that Jiang Qi saw, Zhao Yinger was always calm, as if the heart-breaking pain didn't exist.

She has been waiting for this day for a long time, right?
Jiang Qi thought.

On the day she got the news of Jiang Qubing's death, Zhao Ying'er was already dead. For the next three years, only a witness and a pair of eyes lived in this world.

A pair of eyes that want to witness the death of a husband and enemy.

As she said in her suicide note.

Now that the king has gone, how can the concubine live alone?
Originally, the matter ended here, ignoring the special identities of Jiang Qubing and Zhao Yinger, this is just a touching love story.

However, an accident happened to Zhao Yinger.

She committed suicide, wearing the wedding dress on the city wall that day.

Red clothes, committed suicide, or took the extremely painful gut-breaking poison. Although Zhao Yinger was calm, the pain was real.

Her original intention was to apologize to her sweetheart with this extremely painful death. ,
Sorry, I came to accompany you three years late.

But the pain in her body tortured her soul as well.

In addition to the Pisces jade pendant, which still has more than half of the spiritual space, her soul is entrusted in it under the instinct of "life".

Then time changes.

The sorrow of the loss of a beloved one, the pain of loneliness for an infatuated mind, the pain of dying physically.

All kinds of negative emotions tormented her soul.

In the end, he turned into a ghost, the most vicious ghost in red.

But even so, her consciousness is still there, knowing that she can't hurt people, so there is really no turning back.

He certainly doesn't like my blood.

Zhao Yinger thought about it for 300 years.

Time is a terrifying force, and Zhao Yinger is just an ordinary person.

After 300 years of eroding evil spirit and resentment, her consciousness has been depleted.

In the end, she came to Zilong Temple relying on the vague connection between her blood and the specialness of Zhao Yunying's soul.

Zhao Yun recognized that this was his descendant.

Zhao Yun will take care of him both emotionally and rationally, whether it's because he is a descendant of his own blood, or because he can't let ghosts do harm to others.

"After coming to me, her consciousness has been completely blurred, so she begged me to promise one thing."

Zhao Yun sighed in his voice.

"When she is completely enchanted, kill her."

"I'd rather die than she would commit murder."

"Even if that wasn't her intention."

"At that time, she said that even if she died, she would give him a clean Zhao Yinger."

"Even if he can't see it."

Jiang Qi quietly listened to Zhao Yun finish speaking.

Then he raised his head and asked, "Is there any way to save it now?"

Jiang Qubing died on the battlefield. In a sense, Jiang Qi saw it with his own eyes.

But now, a person close to Jiang Qubing is suffering, and Jiang Qi can't stand on the sidelines no matter what.

He inherited Jiang Qubing's teaching, which was also his ticket to step into the world of Xuanxiu.

It can be said that it is very important.

This is a kindness. Although it is a transaction in essence, Jiang Qi feels that the transaction is not over yet.

You have to give him the aftermath.

What's more, Jiang Qi learned from Huo Qubing that the name of Jiang Qi that Huo Qubing knew was "Jiang Qubing".

It is impossible for Huo Qubing to identify the wrong person, that is to say, at some point, he will use this name.

After inheriting your law and your name, there must be some repayment.

Jiang Qi thought silently.

"Let's go to the military division."

Zhao Yun said with a smile.

In Zhao Yun's view, this incident has little to do with Jiang Qi, after all, it was just a past event 300 years ago.

At best, Jiang Qi would let Zhao Yinger end without pain.

But now, Jiang Qi obviously wants to get rid of Zhao Yinger's evil spirit and resentment on the premise of keeping her consciousness.

The difficulty is also here.

Zhao Yinger is now in the body of a fierce ghost, and her resentment and evil spirit are the source of her existence.

What Jiang Qi has to do is to draw out all the blood of a normal person, and to save this person's life.

Anyway, Zhao Yun has no choice.

But there must be military divisions, Zhao Yun believes in this.

If it weren't for the revival of the Han Dynasty, it would not be difficult for the military division even to ascend to the throne, right?

Zhao Yun thought.

"Prime Minister?"

When Jiang Qi heard the words, he was not surprised by Zhao Yun's answer at all, because he also felt that Marquis Wu could do it.

"Go, no matter how late it is, it's really hopeless."

Zhao Yun said softly.

As I said before, Zhao Yinger's current condition is very bad. It is equivalent to a normal person with half of his blood drained. If he is not treated in time, he will not live long.

"The junior will bid farewell."

Jiang Qi bowed his hands and saluted, then turned and left.

The statue of Zhao Yun behind him also fell into silence. After all, Zhao Yun's incense is not flourishing, and the activities just now are already the limit of his heroic soul.

Five hours later, the sky was getting brighter, and Jiang Qi appeared outside Wuhou Temple.

Looking at the Wuhou Temple in front of him, he stroked the Eighteen Sons on his wrist, and his figure blurred for a moment before disappearing.

When it reappeared, it was already in front of the statue of Marquis Wu in Wuhou Temple.

"Jiang Qi begged to see the prime minister."

Facing the statue of Marquis Wu, Jiang Qi bowed his hands meticulously.

"Buzz!"

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Qi heard a buzzing sound, and his figure was uncontrollably absorbed into the wall beside him, passing through without hindrance.

Jiang Qi only felt his vision blur for a while, and when he recovered, he found that he was already in a thatched hut.

In front of him was Marquis Wu who was looking at him with a smile.

"I have seen the Prime Minister."

After Jiang Qiping recovered, he bowed his hands again.

"You don't need to be too polite, I already know the reason for your visit, let it go."

Zhuge Liang smiled slightly, and lightly raised the feather fan in his hand.

"Yes."

Jiang Qi was not at all surprised by the prime minister's prophet, and hastily released Zhao Ying'er, one of the eighteen sons.

At this moment, Zhao Ying'er's body as a ghost has become blurred, but her face is becoming more and more calm.

She doesn't resist death, not at all.

Jiang Qipin had such a meaning.

Yes, for a person who has nothing to worry about, death is just the beginning of another journey.

Zhuge Liang glanced at it, then shook the feather fan and said, "It's not difficult. You just need to extradite the qi of the Six Stars of the Nandou, and after evacuating the evil energy and resentment in her body, replenish it in time, and you will be a pure soul."

It's very simple to say, there are only two steps, one step less than an elephant entering the refrigerator.

But Jiang Qi knew that these two steps were basically only Wuhou dared to say it was simple.

It doesn't matter whether the stars give birth to qi, or it doesn't matter if you can draw out evil spirits and resentment without harming the ghosts. The former requires the cultivation of heaven and man, while the latter requires extremely fine-grained control.

"It's easy to cure her, but after that, have you ever thought about it?"

Zhuge Liang asked.

Hearing this, Jiang Qi answered as a matter of course: "Human beings and ghosts have different paths, so naturally I troubled the prime minister to send the Buddha to the west, and extradited her to the underworld to reincarnate."

"Hell?"

Zhuge Liang asked back with a strange expression.

"Where did it come from?"

(End of this chapter)