The metaphysics princess fortune-telling spirit, the abstinent and cruel king is addicted to pets

223 Chapter 223: Now, the time has come
Although the ruby ​​pendant was forged extremely realistically, there was a flaw in Ah Yuan's ruby, and only Prince Qi himself knew about it.

He only blamed himself for being too happy this time, for not taking a look at Hongyu first.

"Hehe..." Prince Qi couldn't help but sneered with the corner of his mouth.

He had stirred up troubles in the Mu country many times before, and although he hadn't succeeded, it must have caused Ye Siheng a headache.

He had always been wary of Ye Siheng's revenge, but he didn't expect that he would get it.

It has to be said that Ye Siheng is really a good opponent, he actually found out about A Yuan so clearly.

The little blood that Prince Qi replenished was not enough, he got angry again, blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, his eyes turned black, and he passed out directly.

"Your Highness!" The valet supported the man, panic struck his heart.

Mu'er has been wandering around, she didn't dare to come rashly, so as not to offend Prince Qi.

Suddenly hearing a scream, she hurried over.

Seeing that Prince Qi was wounded and passed out, Mu'er's ghostly face became even more eerie.

But she is a ghost, unable to save Prince Qi.

"What are you doing in a daze, don't hesitate to find the imperial physician!" Mu'er shouted, "And Daoist Baimei, invite him to come together."

The guard left in a hurry.

Not long after, several imperial physicians from the palace came.

They brought a lot of rare and precious medicines, and they barely let Prince Qi breathe.

They all agreed that Prince Qi's heart was damaged and he was poisoned, so he could only survive tonight with good medicine.

Mu'er was full of ghostly aura, wandering past in front of the imperial physicians, said: "Your Highness can't be saved, you will all be killed!"

The imperial physicians trembled all over, and knelt down directly, begging Mu'er to spare her life, there was really nothing they could do.

Annoyed and sad, Mu'er stretched out her claws, intending to kill an imperial physician first to warn her.

Unexpectedly, a golden light flashed outside, blocking Mu'er's attack.

Mu'er gritted her teeth, and was about to settle accounts with that man.

But when she got to the door, her expression became respectful, with a choked sob: "Master Daoist, you have to think of a way to save His Highness, the people of Mu are really despicable."

It was Daoist Baimei who came.

He suffered a backlash before, and after a period of time, his complexion is still normal.

Glancing at Mu'er, he said in a low voice, "I keep you so that His Highness can have a helper, not to let you kill innocent people indiscriminately."

Mu'er was a little flustered and nodded hurriedly.

Except for that Nanli of Mu Guo, what she fears most is the white-browed Taoist priest, so she dare not make a mistake.

Daoist Priest Baimei walked to the bed, only to see that Prince Qi's face was even paler against the backdrop of the purple-red bedding.

He nodded Qi Prince's forehead, and said in a deep voice: "His soul is unstable, and his soul will leave his body at any time. He cannot escape this calamity."

The attendant knelt down: "I beg the Taoist priest to think of a way! If your highness falls, the honor of Taixuguan will no longer exist!"

The white-browed priest's expression remained the same, and he was not frightened by these words.

However, he also agrees with this sentence, his four disciples all died in Mu Country for Prince Qi's great cause, and sacrificed so much, if Prince Qi died at this time, how could he be reconciled.

He stroked his beard and quickly came up with a plan: "The twelve people who are willing to die, Pindao will use them to renew His Highness's life."

The valet was overjoyed and hurriedly said, "I'll go get ready right away."

There are many loyal servants in the Prince's Mansion, there are only twelve people, and one is enough.

The sky darkened, as if ink had been splashed on it.

In the courtyard, Daoist Baimei had already set up an altar and prepared the things that should be used for the life-continuing talisman array.

The magic circle was drawn with cinnabar on the ground.

Complicated and weird.

The attendant moved Prince Qi out and placed it in the center.

After such a toss, Prince Qi's complexion became even worse.

Seeing that the soul was about to leave the body, Daoist Baimei narrowed his eyes and sacrificed a soul-fixing talisman to forcefully keep Prince Qi's soul in his body.

Time is running out, so the altar must be opened immediately.

The 12 people have already taken their positions, some of them look determined, and some of them are worried.

Taoist Priest Baimei didn't have time to ask them any more. He held the mahogany sword in his hand and rolled up twelve talisman seals.

Those talisman seals seemed to have long eyes, and quickly swept towards the 12 people.

The talisman seals were pasted on their foreheads, emitting a gloomy light. At this moment, there is no room for them to regret it!

Their bodies cannot move and their consciousness is deprived!
The white-browed Taoist priest bit his finger again, spilling a few drops of blood, and the light of the magic circle suddenly brightened.

The magic circle first absorbed the energy of those 12 people, and then slowly gathered it on Prince Qi's body, so as to heal his injuries and stabilize his soul!
In fact, this is a taboo circle, because it is changing fate against the sky!

Sure enough, the magic circle is still going on, the sky is already turbulent, the sky is covered with dark clouds, and the thunder is booming!

The attendant's eyes widened: "Master Dao, this..."

As a ghost, Mu'er is most afraid of sky thunder, so she hurriedly hid.

The Taoist priest with white eyebrows looked at the sky, his eyes were cold, and he sacrificed another talisman seal, made seals with both hands, and pointed to the sky with both fingers!
The sleeve robe is tumbling.

The thunder became smaller and smaller.

Dark sky, dark clouds are slowly dissipating.

The attendant breathed a sigh of relief, and secretly admired that the white-browed Taoist priest was indeed the No.

It's just that after this, the white-browed Taoist staggered, and he supported the table to stand still.

The magic circle is still continuing the life of Prince Qi.

Daoist Baimei knew that he could not fall at this time, so he had to strengthen the magic circle occasionally to ensure that Prince Qi could continue his life successfully.

The shadow of the moon is whirling, and the remaining stars are dotted.

I don't know how long it took before the light of the magic circle gradually dimmed.

Those 12 people had lost their breath and turned into human beings. Even their souls were crushed by the magic circle and used as nourishment.

The white-browed Taoist stepped forward tremblingly, and he lifted a little of the clothes on Prince Qi's chest. Seeing that the wound had healed a lot and his soul was more stable, he was deeply relieved.

Wiping off the beads of sweat, he said slowly, "I have succeeded in renewing His Highness's life, move His Highness back, and he will wake up tomorrow."

"Thank you, Daoist!" The servant was very grateful, and hurriedly ordered someone to help.

However, as soon as Prince Qi was carried back to the room, Daoist Baimei couldn't hold on anymore and fell to the ground.

Mu'er was the first to notice, and hastily floated over: "Master Daoist!"

The Taoist priest with white eyebrows was dying, and his voice was weak: "I can only do this last thing for His Highness with my crippled body."

It was only then that Mu'er realized that it wasn't that she was immortal, but that the time had not yet come.

Now, the time has come.

Mu'er choked with sobs and cried: "Master Dao, Your Highness still needs you, you can't leave His Highness."

The priest with white eyebrows opened his mouth, still muttering something.

Mu'er listened closer, only to realize that he was reciting the name of his own apprentice.

She understood the meaning, and said: "Don't worry, Taoist priest, I will definitely let His Highness avenge your apprentice."

After hearing this, the priest with white eyebrows closed his eyes in peace.

In the sky, there was another thunderbolt.

Mu'er trembled slightly, and hurriedly dodged aside.

(End of this chapter)