Wu Ni Huang Fei

Chapter 125 The Well of the Dead [3]

　She looked up and saw that this man was very tall, about 1.9 meters high, wearing a black long gown, with a few dancing cranes embroidered with silver thread on his body.

Mo Fenghua shifted his gaze to his face, and was stunned for a moment. His appearance was completely different from Jun Lin's so handsome that it was almost suffocating. Every arc seems to be carefully carved, the unique and exotic face is unforgettable at first sight, with deep blue eyes, and the night is shining with a faint blue light, like a wolf king on the grassland!
There is only one possibility for such a foreigner to appear in the backyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion at such a late hour!
"Qi Diao Ming Ke!" Mo Fenghua looked at him and called out his name firmly.

That's right, he is the youngest prime minister in the history of Yanwu Kingdom, and also the first prime minister of a foreign race—Mingke lacquer carving!
Except that he was born in a foreign race, no one knew his specific origin, and no one knew where he was trained. Four years ago, he was like a visitor from outside the sky, and suddenly landed in the capital of Yanwu Kingdom by air.

Afterwards, after a year of close hugging, he jumped from a ninth-rank official to the leader of the ministers and the first prime minister who holds the most power.

For the common people in the capital, and for all civil and military officials, the name Qi Diao Ming Ke represents two characters—legendary.

Lacquer Ming Ke's blue gaze stayed on Mo Fenghua's face. Although he tried his best to restrain himself, the aura emanating from the woman in front of him still made him feel that his blood was flowing faster.

He was silent for a while, then slowly said: "Twenty years ago, Fuyuangong Jinghuai's family lived here. There were 20 people in the whole family, but suddenly one day, more than 130 people, including the master and servant, all disappeared. It's gone, what do you think is going on here?"

Mo Fenghua glanced at the manhole cover that seemed to be trembling, and said, "You mean they are at the bottom of this well?"

"That's right...all of them were crushed at the bottom of the well."

"Then I'm curious, what kind of well can hold 130 people and seven people."

"The miracles in this world are far beyond what ordinary people can imagine. It is nothing more than suppressing more than 100 people at the bottom of the well! They died wronged, and there is no reincarnation after death. Shi Feng, their wronged souls will come out, and the whole capital will be reduced to a ghost."

Ming Ke, the lacquer carving, stopped, looked at her, and said, "I've already told you the truth, do you still want to remove the Soul Requiem Stone?"

Mo Fenghua squinted his eyes, and the female ghost said, it would be a hundred thousand merits to release the innocent souls in the realm of the undead and let them see the light of day again.

Ming Ke, the lacquer carving, said that there are more than 100 wronged souls here, once they are released, they will endanger the entire capital?
If there is one person and one ghost, which one is true and which one is false?Mo Fenghua already had the answer in his heart!

She smiled disdainfully: "I'm not interested in those 130 dead souls. What I want to know is whether there are really iron coupons engraved with ancient martial arts secret books at the bottom of this well."

Ming Ke was stunned for a moment, and said, "Is that what you want?"

Mo Fenghua's heart moved, could it be that there is something strange in it: "Of course, otherwise, what do you think I want?"

Ming Ke, the lacquer carving, seemed to be talking to himself: "I thought you too..."

Mo Fenghua followed closely: "What is it?"

[A large group of beautiful men are approaching, girls, prepare the pots and pans, put them away...]

(End of this chapter)