Song Qi saw that on the table in front of him, there was a wine jug, and there was a wine cup next to the jug. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Jin Zhenglei waved his hand to the eunuchs standing on the left and right, and said, "Don't hurry up and pour wine for General Song!" ”

"Yes!" A eunuch trembled to Song Qi's table, leaned over and picked up the wine jug, unscrewed the lid, and poured a full glass of wine into the cup.

Song Qi stretched out his hand to the table, and immediately let out a series of clanging sounds. He brought the cup to his nose and sniffed it.

This wine is full of aroma, but there seems to be a peculiar smell like sandalwood and musk in the aroma, and the wine is mellow and strong, which is more turbid than ordinary wine.

"What, General Song, do you suspect that this is poisonous wine?" Kim Jong-lei squinted at Song Qi with a look of displeasure on his face.

"Don't dare!" Song Qi met Kim Zhenglei's eyes and said casually, "If the marshal wants to kill me, do you still need to use poisoned wine?" ”

Jin Zhenglei grinned, his eyes moved away from Song Qi's face, glanced around everyone's faces, and finally fell back on Song Qi's face, and said with a smile: "Since that's the case, why don't you drink it soon?" Then he picked up his wine cup, raised it to Song Qi, and then drank it all, his movements were a little unnatural.

Song Qi did not hesitate, picked up the wine glass, tilted his neck, and drank it all. It's very mellow, with a slightly bitter taste in the mouth, and it's very hard to swallow, and after swallowing, it feels like a fire is burning in my throat and stomach.

"Marshal, I've drank." Song Qi stammered, and the pillars, people, tables, and wine jugs he saw seemed to be shaking from side to side.

"Yes, another drink." Kim Jong-lei's face shook in front of Song Qi's eyes, and even his smile was shaking, which seemed very unreal.

"Again. Come.. One... Cup... Song Qi shook his hand at the eunuch who was squatting in front of him and poured wine, and said inarticulately.

The eunuch smiled, carried a wine jug, and filled Song Qi's cup with wine. Song Qi reached out to take the wine glass, but before his hand touched the wine glass, his whole body went limp, slipped off the seat, and lay on the ground crookedly.

"General Song!" Cen Ying, who was sitting next to Song Qi, shouted to Song Qi a few times, but Song Qi didn't react at all.

"A glass of wine is poured down, why is General Song's alcohol so bad?" Kim Jong-lei said with a frown.

"Not really." Cen Ying looked at Kim Jong-lei in disbelief and said, "As far as I know, General Song's alcohol consumption is quite good. ”

"Maybe he's not in shape today." Zuo C explained.

Kim Jong-lei squinted at Song Qi who was lying on the ground, and said to everyone casually: "Let's continue to drink, and by the way, let's see how General Song reacts when he is drunk." ”

The eunuch willingly came to Song Qi's side from the front of the table and laid his body flat on the ground. At this time, Song Qi's eyes were closed, his teeth were clenched, and some white foam was spit out from the drunken corner.

Cen Ying was a little nervous, worried that Song Qi had been poisoned to death, but Song Qi soon began to snore.

Kim Jong-lei drank the wine comfortably, his eyes staring at Song Qi who was lying on the ground sleeping.

Everyone didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in Jin Zhenglei's gourd, and they also followed suit, and while pouring themselves a drink, they looked at Song Qi on the ground.

At this moment, in the next room next to the main hall, dozens of symbols with various symbols were pasted on the walls on all sides, and there was no wind and automatic, making a slight snapping sound. There is a bronze tripod on the ground, and the tripod is burning with three flavors of real fire. The Eight Corners Daoist was wearing a loose black robe, with a cloak and a sword shining with a green faint light in his hand, and he was doing things around the copper tripod.

Ximen Liu leaned against a corner and watched quietly, with a strange light in his eyes.

The Eight Corners walked around the road in a hurry, and with each circle, he pointed his sword at the talisman on the wall, and then pointed at the fire in the bronze tripod. The talisman pointed by the sword immediately left the wall, fluttered, and flew into the bronze tripod, and under the burning of the three-flavor true fire, it made a crackling sound, and quickly turned into a red snake-like ash.

The Eight Corners continued to walk around the copper tripod, pointing to the talismans on the wall over and over again, and each talisman seemed to have wings, and flew into the fire automatically, quickly burning into ashes.

When the last talisman was burned, the Eight Corners Daoist faced the copper tripod and drew a huge eight characters in front of him with his sword.

The three-flavored true fire in the copper tripod rapidly expanded upward, twisting and deforming, and conjured into the shape of an illusory snake with fiery red dots.

In the main hall, when people drank the seventh cup of wine, Song Qi's body suddenly emitted a dazzling red light, and the red light shot straight into the roof of the main hall.

The red light slowly opened in all directions like a fan, and the red light suddenly filled the entire hall.

With the exception of Kim Jong-lei, there was a look of surprise and fear on everyone's face.

Kim Jong-lei suddenly stood up from the main seat, moved to Song Qi's side, and looked down at Song Qi who was sleeping, only to see that Song Qi's eyes were still bright and closed, but his face was ruddy and shiny, and his breathing was quite even, as if he was immersed in a happy dream.

Kim Jae-dao, Zuo Bing and Cen Ying both got up and left their seats, gathered around Kim Zhenglei, with surprised expressions on their faces, and looked nervously at Song Qi on the ground.

Kim Jong-lei found that the red light was coming from Song Qi's chest. His eyes looked down on Song Qi, scrutinizing it carefully. He noticed that Song Qi was hanging an iron chain the thickness of a grain of rice around his neck, and the lower part of the chain was hidden in the clothes on his chest.

Kim Zhenglei reached out and grabbed the iron chain around Song Qi's neck, gently pulled it outward, and pulled out a red embroidered sachet from inside Song Qi's clothes.

The source of the red light was inside the sachet.

Kim Jong-lei grabbed the sachet with his hand and held it, suddenly let out a cry of pain, his body took several steps back, his palm seemed to have been stabbed by something sharp, and large drops of bright red blood flowed out...

The red light that shrouded Song Qi's body suddenly disappeared, and people seemed to feel that it was dark in front of them.

"Marshal, are you alright?" Kim Jae-dozen should be frightened and run to Kim Jong-lei's side to offer condolences.

"Hurry up and pass the imperial doctor!" Kim Jong-lei clenched his fist with his hand, and blood continued to trickle out from between his fingers.

The eunuch staggered out in fear.

"Come and see, the demon is here!" Ximen Liu appeared at the side door of the main hall at some point, pointed at Song Qi on the ground with one hand, and shouted, "This person is the reincarnation of the snake spirit!" ”

Jin Zhenglei was shocked when he heard this, seemed to forget the pain in his hand, and hurriedly followed the Eight Strange Daoists into the side door, and walked quickly to the next door.

Cen Ying and Zuo Bingmian looked at each other, both of them seemed to be kept in the dark, not knowing that there was a Taoist hiding in the palace who was secretly doing things.

"Let's go and see what shape that demon is!" Kim Jae-do patted the two of them on the shoulder and strode through the side door. Judging by his demeanor, it seems that he already knows what to do.

When Cen Ying and Zuo Bing came to the room where the Eight Corners Daoist practiced, there was no more talisman on the wall there, and the three-flavor true fire in the copper tripod was also extinguished.

"It's in the shape of a python!" The Eight Corners Daoist pointed in the void while explaining to Kim Jong-lei the phantom that had just appeared above the copper tripod.

Jin Zhenglei actually didn't see anything, gritted his teeth and nodded, muttering: "I didn't expect Song Qi to be really a demon!" ”

Cen Ying looked at Tongding blankly, and for a moment his brain became a vacuum, and he lost the ability to think... (To be continued.) )