The weather is clearing up and the weather is as dry as usual. It didn't take long for the days of water to evaporate from the high sun, and the craftsmen continued to work on the restoration of the tower.

Houtu, who was supervising the construction site, received a message, and spies were mixed in among the craftsmen, and these people secretly did the previous collapse accident to prevent the construction of the tower and make the Witch Emperor's mana higher in the future.

The bricks and tiles used to build the tower are mixed with a very precious and rare kind of spar powder, and the powder is easily soluble in water. If it collapses after completion, the bricks and tiles will fall apart, and it will be completely useless.

"I said how did this rain come so wickedly." The Wind Protector held his hand.

Houtu was looking up at the workers who were moving bricks back and forth on the tower, and he glanced at him silently when he heard the words. Speaking of rain, the wind aroused the doubts in his heart all along. There is a lack of water and rain in the city of fire for many years, and there is almost no thunder, I don't know what the Wu Emperor wants to build this tower?

"Find out who is behind the spies." He ordered his subordinates.

Ignoring the dust, the wind sat cross-legged on the steps, and also looked up at the blue sky that had just been washed by the rain.

In the palace, a teenage official hurriedly walked with his head down, and almost bumped into someone several times.

He came to Yan Longxing's dormitory and was taken in by the chief attendant. Seeing the emperor who only showed a faint figure behind the curtain, he hurriedly knelt down, trembling all over: "Your Majesty, the spies sent out have been discovered by the Earth Protector!" ”

The chief attendant lowered his head and lowered his hand, looking at the tips of his shoes, waiting for Yan Longxing's secret decree.

"The plan will be calculated, and the trouble will be transferred to Jiangdong." Yan Long beckoned him to come close and said eight words.

The manager ordered to go down, arrange the details, and secretly released a carrier pigeon while no one was around.

The pigeon flew to a hut on the outskirts of the city and landed on the shoulders of a man. The man took down the note, and there was only one word "ran" written on it.

"Cheng Hua, what does the palace say?" Inside the hut, Sleepless heard the noise and walked out.

Jiang Chenghua let go of the pigeon and smiled meaningfully: "Lihong is really like a god, and he guessed it again this time." ”

Sleepless didn't know what they were plotting, just took him by the arm and pulled him through the door.

"I don't care, no matter how smart he is, it's not a good thing." She looked disgruntled.

During the heavy rain, several people disappeared in the city of fire. At this moment, the stagnant water receded and the embankment of the river bank was exposed, and the bodies of these people were discovered by passers-by.

Without exception, they were soaked beyond recognition, and heavy stones were tied to their feet, and they were only recognized because they were wearing the clothes they wore on the day of their disappearance.

Most of the bodies were taken away by their families for burial, and a few were unclaimed, so the Witch Cult sent a witch doctor to the headquarters to check the cause of death.

These corpses died in the same state, with blood holes in their necks, as if they had been sucked away from a lot of blood. They were stark at each other before they died, and they were clearly terrified.

The witch doctor raised his knife again and slashed open their stomachs, except for the intestines that had been swollen by the river, the rest of the internal organs seemed to have been ripped off and empty.

Aside from the hole in their neck, they had no other visible wounds on their bodies before they died. The witch doctors argued for a long time, and they couldn't figure out how these people died.

At this time, one of the people used a bamboo skewer to pick up the remaining minced meat on the ribs, and exclaimed: "These internal organs have begun to rot from their own bodies!" ”

The rest of the witch doctors also surrounded them, picked out the meat scraps, fiddled with them, sniffed them carefully, and took various potions and applied them to the test, but found nothing new.

They placed the bodies in cold storage, and when it was late at night, guards passed by, and then they went back to their lodgings to rest.

The next morning, the witch doctors, who had come into contact with the internal organs of the corpses, were found dead in the house.

The Witch cult hierarchy was in a state of panic. The people who died were some of the best witch doctors in the church. The news was quickly blocked, and contact alone can quickly cause death, I wonder if it is a new epidemic?

Several witch doctors lived next to each other, and in order to prevent the situation from spreading, the high-ranking members of the church ordered people to pour fire oil on the outside of the house, and set it on fire with the maidservants who reported the death to them.

Sparks splashed everywhere, fires erupted, mixed with the screams of more than a dozen girls.

Back in the church, they only said that the witch doctor's dwelling was flooded in a large area, and no one was spared.

"What's going on!" The weak water left the meeting table, whining at the wind beside him.

Swift shook his head with a grin, looked in the direction she was going, and said, "It's still the plague, you think it's ridiculous yourself, and you're really going to make excuses." Okay, you're going to report to the Great Teacher, right? I've got to see the Witch Emperor too. ”

"Attention of the public!" Weak Water was so anxious that she poked him hard with her elbow.

"Be careful, others won't be able to guess?" Storm raised his eyebrows, "However, at the moment, we are still in the same faction, so we don't need to worry so much about ourselves." ”

Weak Water snorted through his nose, ignored him, and after reporting it, took Cunxin from the Obsidian Temple, and took him back to the cold storage where the witch cult hid his corpse.

"Jiang asked." Seeing that he was silent, his face was sad, and he directly called him by his real name.

As if he had been holding his breath for a long time and finally being relieved, he took a few big breaths and began to sob again.

"Looks like you know how they died." Seeing that he was sobbing, Weak Water frowned impatiently and was unmoved.

"I don't know, I just ...... I've just seen the exact same corpse. He raised his sleeve and wiped his blurry eyes.

"Go on." Weak water is like a prisoner.

"Yes...... It's my father's ......" Cunxin said this, and finally fell to his knees.

Weak Water looked at him, and his gaze gradually softened. The inconspicuous young man in front of him was originally the crown prince of Jiang Guo. Since he was a child, he was smart and studious, and he was born with a benevolent heart, but it was a pity that his eldest brother usurped power and seized the throne, and after getting the military power, the old emperor was forced to fall ill. A few days later, the emperor died, and he wanted to continue to persecute his younger brother, but the heart of the closed door in the East Palace suddenly disappeared. After two years of reign, he died young due to overwhelmed care, leaving only an only son at the age of seven or eight to inherit the throne.

A person like him who was born in fine clothes and jade food can live until now, and the weak water is clear, and it is all supported by hatred. For them, hatred is also hope.

"Find out the cause of death of these people, and you can deduce how your father died." She walked forward slowly, carefully covered the shroud, and wiped her hands with a handkerchief, "This corpse can't be touched, I heard that there is a plague on it." ”

On the way here, Cunxin heard her talk about the discussion in the witch cult, and knew that the plague was just a pretext. At that moment, he was full of grief and indignation, and after listening to this joke, he gradually calmed down.

He really couldn't touch it, he still remembered that the guards stopped him and forbade him to see his father for the last time, he could only stand at the door from a distance and look around, and saw the hideous and tragic face that seemed to have been tortured the most terrifyingly, and the red blood hole on his neck.

The palace maids and chamberlains who served his father that day, as well as the concubines who lay on the side of the bed and wept, all those who had contact with his father and emperor were all dragged to the imperial tomb for burial.

Looking at these tragic situations, he thought at that time that he must abolish the tradition of accompanying burials in the future. However, the day after his father left, his eldest brother broke into the East Palace with his guards, intending to kill him and then ......

Weakwater pulled him to sit down, pointed to the corpse with his chin, and said, "You must be curious to figure out what that's all about." ”

Cunxin nodded slowly.

"Don't cry." There was a hint of sarcasm in the weak water laughter.

"These people are actually used to test the drug." She began to tell.

A bloody hole in the neck is opened to connect to the throat in order to inject the potion into the body through a thin tube. After absorbing the potion, these people do not die immediately, but instead perform some abnormal actions as if they were possessed by a youkai, like puppets. The medicine gradually flows into the five internal organs, which will erode the heart, liver, spleen and stomach. The reason why they showed such expressions before they died was because of the tightening of their skin under the effect of the medicine, and they looked like they had seen an extremely terrible scene.

However, after the death of these people, the effects of the medicine did not dissipate.

Those who come into contact with them, especially those who directly touch the flesh and blood in their bodies, will quickly become infected by the drug and even die faster than the previous group.

"The person who used this medicine for the first time was your father." Weak waterways.

After listening to this, the tears that had just stopped rolled down again. He didn't know what kind of despair and pain his father had experienced in those days......

"Moreover, the person who invented this medicine is none other than your protector general, Miro." Weak water told him another terrible truth.

The protector general was once his father's most trusted general.

It is difficult to ascend to the throne, and after ascending, there is no one around to be credible.

Cunxin gritted his teeth, clenched his fist and slammed it to the ground, again and again, until the skin broke and the blood flowed.

The weak water stopped him from continuing to hurt himself, and after hastily bandaging him, he asked if he had any other plans.

"I hate it, but I can't help it." Cunxin quickly came to his senses, thought about his current self, and shook his head blankly.

"Follow me from now on, and I will teach you revenge." Weak water has a warm smile, a gentle and kind big sister.

Cunxin looked at her in a daze, and there was a sudden light in her dark eyes.

In the Baisha Palace, Ding Ruoyu wore a red cloak and practiced in the courtyard, and when he saw many witch disciples coming in and out, he went to ask what happened to Ziyan.

"I heard that there was a fire in the place where several witch doctors lived, and they were all burned to death." When Zi Yan recounted the experience, no matter how appalling the things were, he could speak with a serious face until he finished speaking.

"If something happens to the Witch Sect, the National Teacher must be very busy." Ding Ruoyu asked very naturally.

Zi Yan quietly stuck out his tongue.

"What are you laughing at?" Ding Ruoyu felt that her small movements were too dazzling.

"Next month is the Fire Festival." Zi Yan hurriedly changed the topic, and a few clusters of fiery red flowers bloomed in the courtyard, like small clusters of tinder, blooming wantonly.

Ding Ruoyu also cheered up: "In previous years, we were all locked up for training at the Fire Festival, I wonder if we can participate this year?" ”

"I've been." Zi Yan smiled, "It's similar to the Lantern Festival in the Central Plains." It's just that it's not the lamp that is rewarded, it's the fire. ”

"Fire? How to reward the fire? Ding Ruoyu was stunned.