Night Emperor Crazy Concubine

Chapter 18
Would the dead be terrified too?

Simply unheard of.

However, Feng Wuhen knew that even a well-trained dead soldier who had lost all emotions and desires would still feel trembling once he met the top king in their world.

Three hundred dead men, usually just listening to this number makes people feel horrified, but now they are like old, weak, sick and disabled people who have no power to restrain chickens. They have no room to resist, and their lives are harvested one by one by the scythe of death .

It doesn't seem like a person is doing it at all, but a magical weapon that has been given life, and it makes people have no resistance at all.

When everything was quiet, the corpses on the ground were lying on the ground, still forming a circle around them, the dead corpses were everywhere, but not a single trace of blood could be seen.

While Feng Qi slowly retracted her true energy, Lin Yue appeared in the light like a ghost, looked at these people who had lost their breath on the ground, lowered her eyes slightly, and her eyes fell on the square rhombus ring on her left middle finger, her brows and eyes were calm .

The silence lasted for a long time, Feng Wuhen finally approached the dead men, knelt down and lifted up one of them's black face scarf, under the face scarf, a hair-thin bloodstain on the neck came into view impressively.

A strange gleam flashed in Feng Wuhen's eyes, he silently lifted the second person's mask, glanced at it, then changed direction, and lifted the mask of nearly ten people in succession, all the results he saw were the same Yes - on everyone's neck, there is a hair-thin bloodstain, which looks very shallow, but in fact the scar is not obvious because it is too thin, but it is an extremely precise fatal blow.

Skillfully searched for possible identification certificates on them - but as expected, nothing was found.

Feng Wuhen stood up, and when he looked at Linyue, his eyes were a little different.

"Don't admire me too much, because if it were you, you can do the same thing." Linyue said lightly, her eyes flicked past Feng Qi, "Three hundred people stand in a row, as long as those who know some martial arts want to kill They're all easy, they just take slightly different amounts of time."

What should really be admired is Feng Qi's profound internal strength.Because if it weren't for his internal force to restrict the actions of the dead soldiers, she would not have killed more than 300 people in such a short period of time.

One person's skills restricted the actions of more than 300 dead masters - Lin Yue hardly dared to think about how unfathomable this man was.

There is an idiom called, think carefully and fear.

It is suitable for Feng Qi.

"You don't have to be humble." Feng Qi smiled casually, "These dead warriors are good enough in martial arts. Although my king's internal strength managed to delay their reactions for a moment, in this very short period of time, if someone else , may not be able to achieve such a speed. And once this time is missed, their backlash will be very distressing."

"Distressed?" Linyue smiled, with a different meaning, "Do you also feel distressed? Why do I think this sentence is so unreliable?"

She did not deny Feng Qi's words.

Profound skills, extreme speed, both are indispensable.

The first time they worked together, they worked together seamlessly.

Feng Qi raised his eyebrows, noncommittal.

Feng Wuhen said: "Master, I can't know their identities for the time being, because they can't find any marks on their bodies that can prove their identities."

Feng Qi heard the words, but gave Linyue a meaningful look, "Xiaoyue'er, what do you think?"

"Such a formal dead soldier has been cultivated at a very high price." Linyue said indifferently, walked to the side of those corpses, squatted down, and tore open the skirt of one of them without hesitation. Then, without slow movements, he took off the man's clothes very calmly and naturally, leaving only a pair of underpants.

Feng Wuhen and Feng Qi stood aside, their eyes twitching.

This girl... This is the second time they have seen her act like this, and it is even more violent than the first time.

To her, taking off a man's clothes... seems to be a very familiar thing?

Lin Yue's eyes swept over that bare body, but there was nothing unusual about it.

Her expression remained unchanged, she turned the body over with a brute force, and her eyes swept over her body again - finally, her eyes fixed on the back of his head, which was covered by hair.

Raising his hand to push aside the black hair, there is a red birthmark that is not very obvious—no, if you look carefully, you will find that it is not a birthmark, but an imprint, and the imprint on it is a simple one that almost everyone recognizes. The font of -

green.

"Blue?" Feng Wuhen's eyes turned cold.

Having found the key, Linyue turned over several other people's bodies one after another, and finally found the same brand in the same position without any surprise.

All are exactly the same word, Qing.

Standing up, Linyue went on to say: "They are regular dead soldiers, and they have spent too much effort on the part of the master behind the scenes, so it is impossible not to leave any clues on their body - of course, this is also related to their master's extreme self-confidence. Those who train these warriors probably would never have imagined that these excellent warriors would die before they leave the army."

After a pause, she raised her eyebrows and looked at Feng Wuhen, "Looking at your reaction, it seems that you know who is behind the scenes?"

After she finished speaking, she suddenly remembered that the country bordering Donghua was Qinglan, and the word "Qing" was branded on the backs of these dead soldiers. Could there be any connection between this?
Lin Yue's intuition told her that probably not.

"Master, they should be dedicated soldiers belonging to the Qinglan royal family." Feng Wuhen frowned coldly, "Jimo Tsingyi is quite courageous and dares to do something on his own territory."

"No." Feng Qi shook his head lightly, "It can't be her."

"Master's meaning..." Feng Wuhen was a little puzzled when he heard the words, and glanced at Linyue thoughtfully, "But the word Qing doesn't refer to Qinglan?"

"Wuhen, you are good at cultivating shadow guards and dark guards, but you are far inferior to Wu Xie when it comes to intelligence."

Hearing the words, Feng Wuhen lowered his brows slightly, "Wuhen knows his mistake."

"It doesn't matter, I specialize in art, and I don't blame you." Feng Qi slowly shook his head, "Jimo Tsing Yi No. [-] is not that stupid. She took action against other monarchs on her own territory. As long as her actions are exposed, her entire country will be destroyed." Will face crazy revenge - at present, she does not have enough courage to take such a risk."

Feng Wuhen was silent, but he couldn't figure out what the blue character could represent.

"Create blame." Linyue smiled coldly, and looked at Feng Qi, "It's a very common technique, but it is very effective in many cases. This green character must have other meanings, but it just appeared here today. Apart from assassinating you, the purpose is to blame the Qinglan royal family—kill two birds with one stone."

(End of this chapter)