Chapter 50: The Failure (5)

"What can happen, is it possible that the saint can still eat us, you watchdog is really making a fuss"

The prince didn't care, and Gonggong Liu pushed open the door of the imperial study, and the two of them walked in.

The study was quiet, as if no one had ever been there.

The prince saw that the saint liked to read, but the bookshelves that were once neatly arranged were long gone, and even the rows of calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall were all gone.

"Saint! Sage? ——”

The silence in the room was terrifying, and even the echo of the prince's two shouts made him creepy.

Walking inside, I arrived at the dragon bed where the sage was reading, and the strange thing was that the front of the dragon bed was blocked by a curtain, and the shadow behind the curtain was enough to see anything clearly, and only something that looked like a human figure was dangling.

The prince was about to walk over and lift the curtain, but was stopped by Gonggong Liu.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, please wait a minute!"

The prince was stunned.

"What's wrong, Gonggong Liu"

Gonggong Liu sighed: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is still young, so leave this kind of risky thing to the old slave!" ”

The prince didn't know why: "Why are you different from before!" It seems that everyone has changed, isn't it just to see the saints? What's the big deal, the saint can really eat us? ”

Gonggong Liu said earnestly in front of the prince.

"Your Royal Highness the Prince, why don't you understand anything! Since it has reached this point, the old slave will tell the truth! ”

Gonggong Liu's eyes spitted.

"There is no such thing as a saint's recital, and the saint is now mindful...... All this is the attention of King Shou, King Shou wants to get rid of you by the hand of the saint, so as to monopolize the government, and you are in the hands of King Shou."

"Huh?" The prince was stunned: "Since this is the case, then hurry up and tell the saint that I am wronged"

As he spoke, the prince knelt in front of the curtain and excused himself.

"Erchen bows to the saint, may my emperor live long, Erchen has no intention of disturbing the saint's leisure, but I just heard that someone is still framing Erchen, and I hope that the saint will make the decision for Erchen"

As soon as the words were finished, the room was silent for a moment, when suddenly there was a beastly roar, which was exactly the same as what they had heard on the way to the imperial study, and the prince collapsed to the ground in fright, not daring to move.

After the roar passed, the prince knelt again under the curtain, this time he was wise, and did not speak, but stole his curiosity to look at the vacant part of the curtain and the ground.

Bloody ground.

Unknown bone scraps.

Bright yellow dragon robe.

The cuffs of the dragon robe with blood stains, a pair of dry and fleshless claws scratched at random on the ground, but inadvertently touched something round, which rolled out of the curtain and rolled in front of the prince.

Head!

The human head, half flesh and half bone, couldn't tell whether it was male or female, and the eyes embedded in the sockets were looking directly at the prince, but they fell out the moment they rolled down in front of him.

"Ahh ——”

The prince screamed, got up and ran, and when he heard the cry, the man seemed to be excited, and stretched out his dry paw to grab the prince's leg.

Luckily, the chain locked his hands and feet, so he didn't succeed.

He was very unwilling to succeed, and let out painful and primitive screams continuously.

In order to calm his roar, Gonggong Liu hurriedly knelt in front of the curtain and said.

"The saint is angry, the prince is your biological son, you can't eat him, if the saint doesn't dislike the old slave and is willing to be your meal"

As soon as the words fell, the dry paw stretched out again and dragged Gonggong Liu in.

After a scream, his blood splattered on the curtains, and the room filled the room with the unstable smell of blood.

painted eggshell

In the Prime Minister's Mansion, Fang Wenkang looked at Tian Xiang's corpse with an indescribable excitement, lurking for many years, the big revenge was obtained, and no one could understand his mood at this moment.

"The once majestic Tian Xiang actually fell on such a scene, which made you play unexpectedly! Don't think that you can die for a hundred, I once swore that I would cook your corpse and feed it to the dogs, so that you would die without a corpse, and you could not enter the ancestral grave when you died, don't worry, I'll cook soup now."

Everything was ready, and the soup that Fang Wenkang was cooking in the yard was also boiling, but just as he entered the house to carry Tian Xiang's body, he was tapped on the shoulder.

Fang Wenkang thought that someone was playing with him, so he ignored it.

Suddenly, with an 'ah' sound, Fang Wenkang felt as if his neck had been bitten, and he didn't let go.

Finally pushed the man away, Fang Wenkang covered his neck and turned around and saw that even if he imagined it, he felt that he would not have thought of it.

Su Xingge and Tian Xinyu, who were killed by their own hands, were actually resurrected.

Zombie.

Fang Wenkang sighed as he looked at their pale faces and cautious fangs and white pupils.

The two of them seemed to be unsatisfied, and let out a low roar like phlegm stuck in their throats, staring at Fang Wen with gray eyes like the stomach of a dead fish, and stretched out their blood-stained hands, and staggered towards him.

Fang Wenkang and the two of them played a game of peek-a-boo, at first Fang Wenkang could use his physical strength to toss with the two people who were slow, but as the wound on his neck lost too much blood, he became powerless.

Just as he tried to dodge the two again, he accidentally slipped on the soles of his feet and fell in front of the soup he had cooked.

The boiling water in the pot was sprinkled on his feet, and the blisters that bubbled up in an instant hurt him and he could no longer escape, watching himself being turned into a delicacy by the two living dead.