The tyrant of the black-bellied evil emperor

Chapter 785
Things have come to this point, even if Wen Shuzhen and Lan Zhixia have 1 unwillingness in their hearts, they can only kowtow together.

One, two, three...
Eighteen, nineteen, twenty...
There was silence all around, everyone held their breath and listened quietly to the sound of their foreheads hitting the ground. At this time, the referee was no longer alone, and everyone in the mourning hall was a referee, even if Hu Yanye wanted to cheat.

Wen Shuzhen and Lan Zhixia regretted it so much that their intestines broke. If they knew it earlier, they would not be brave.

This young man didn't take his head seriously at all, he kowtowed like beating a gong or a drum, which made them dare not kowtow too lightly, otherwise they would become jerry-built after comparison.

After dozens of kowtows in a row, the boy's forehead was already oozing blood, and the ground was also stained with blood, but he seemed to have a grudge against him, wishing to smash his head, and the kowtow covered the other , the onlookers were terrified.

"Xue'er, you will break your head like this, if you are a little gentler, no one will say you." Yeluchen looked anxiously, and stood aside to persuade in a low voice.

"Yeah, you can just kowtow in the normal way, there is no need to kowtow so loudly." Some people couldn't stand it anymore and couldn't help but persuaded.

"Old Yan slept so soundly, he couldn't hear the knock too lightly." Shangguan Chuixue said stubbornly.

Hearing this, Xiao Tao couldn't help but burst into tears again, she sniffed, and came to Shangguan Chuuxue's side with tears in her eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "When people go away, even if you give this house It collapsed, and the adoptive father still couldn't hear it. Get up, the adoptive father knows in heaven, and he doesn't want blood to stain the mourning hall."

Shangguan Chuuxue shook his head and said: "If you have agreed a hundred times, you must do it, otherwise, Mr. Yan will blame me for not keeping my word."

After Shangguan Chuuxue finished saying this, he accelerated the speed of kowtowing. Wen Shuzhen and Lan Zhixia thought it was finally over, but who knew that the young man in front of him was so stubborn. They really kicked the iron plate this time.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, even if there are hundreds of thousands of them who are unwilling, they can only bite the bullet now, otherwise, they will really be kicked out of the palace by His Highness.

Although the strength of their kowtows has been controlled as much as possible, a hundred bangs is no joke, and their foreheads are gradually bloodshot.

"Ah, it's bleeding, it's bleeding..." Feeling her forehead was a little sticky, Wen Shuzhen touched it with her hand, her face turned pale with fright, and she screamed loudly.

Seeing this, Lan Zhixia hurriedly touched her forehead, and the palm of her hand was stained with blood immediately, and she also yelled: "Your Highness, take a quick look, Zhi'er is bleeding, please call the imperial physician, please the imperial physician!" ah.."

When everyone heard the words, they all fell down.

Just such a little bit of blood, is it worth asking for a doctor?This is too much of a fuss, right?
Shangguan Chuuxue turned a deaf ear to it, and kowtowed to herself. At this time, her forehead was already bloody, but she didn't seem to know the pain, and she still kowtowed heavily, that "bang bang bang" The crashing sound was horrifying.

"What kind of imperial doctor please, keep kowtow!" What Wen Shuzhen and Lan Zhixia have done has completely humiliated him. Their foreheads are bloody and bloody and they are still insisting, but his two women, It's really useless to call for a doctor with only such a bloodshot forehead.

"Your Highness, don't you feel sorry for Zhen'er?" Wen Shuzhen looked at Tuobahong tearfully, pitifully.

"Your Highness, Zhi'er really hurts. She knelt down and knocked her head. Should I go back home?" Lan Zhixia said pitifully.

"You don't understand human language, do you?" Tuobahong growled sharply, "Continue to kowtow! It's okay to kowtow if you don't want to, leave here, and never go back to the Six Princes' Mansion."

Unexpectedly, His Royal Highness would be so hard-hearted, Wen Shuzhen and Lan Zhixia were so frightened that they trembled all over, and they dared not bring up the matter of going back to the manor to invite the imperial physician, and they kowtowed in order.

There was no other sound in the mourning hall, except for the heavy kowtow.

98 beats, 99 beats, [-] beats
Finally, Shangguan Chuuxue kowtowed a hundred times. At this time, her forehead was already bloody. Wen Shuzhen and Lan Zhixia continued to kowtow because they had not yet completed a hundred kowtows. Shangguan Chuuxue did not Ignoring them, with Yeluchen's support, she came to Yan Yi's coffin step by step, and watched Yan Yi's body up close.

What Shangguan Chuuxue did had already shocked everyone. Everyone felt that her mind was a little out of order. Seeing him holding the coffin as if he was about to faint, everyone was full of vigilance. She wouldn't Do something shocking and weeping ghosts and gods?
Everyone looked at Shangguan Chuuxue nervously, but fortunately Shangguan Chuuxue didn't do anything surprising, she just lowered her head, squeezed the air into a line, and said to Yeluchen through voice transmission: "Chen'er, Is the soul of the adoptive father still in the mourning hall?"

The foster father wholeheartedly longed for her to come back. Now that he has just died, the soul should not leave the Yan Mansion. Those who are above the god level can talk to the soul. She wants Chen'er to pass a message in the middle so that she can say goodbye to the foster father.

Hearing this, Yeluchen's expression changed, he pursed his lips, not knowing how to answer Shangguan Chuuxue.

"Chen'er, what's wrong with you? Did something happen?" Seeing Yeluchen's whole face changed, Shangguan Chuuxue was startled and asked hastily.

"Xue'er, no matter what happens, you must hold on." Yeluchen pondered for a while, with a dignified expression on his face.

"Yeah." Shangguan Chuixue nodded, the adoptive father is dead, this is the worst thing, is there anything worse than this?

In fact, there is no worst, only worse. The suffering in the world is far beyond human imagination.

"Xue'er, the soul of your adoptive father is not in the mourning hall." Yeluchen took a deep breath, and there was some unbearable heart in his peach-like eyes, but finally he bit his lower lip and revealed the truth, "In fact , Your adoptive father, he already has no soul."

"What, what? He has already lost his soul, what does that mean?" Shangguan Chuuxue asked with a pale face while shaking his body.

Yeluchen tightly squeezed Shangguan Chuuxue's hand, so distressed that he couldn't speak a word.

"Chen'er, tell me what's going on? If you don't say anything, then I'll ask Hu Yanye." Among the people present, besides Chen'er who had broken through to the god level, Hu Yanye had already broken through to the god level. Since Chen'er refused to speak, she had no choice but to ask Hu Yanye.

(End of this chapter)