Seeing his complexion, thinking of the shrill screaming and chaos in the room, Emperor Joan of Arc's heart tightened, "What movement did you hear?" ”

Li Jianzhi shook his head blankly, "No." ”

Emperor Joan of Arc turned his eyes and looked at the few slaves and maids waiting outside the house, all of whom had ordinary faces, and although they were strange in their hearts, they didn't say much.

"Take care of the princess." After Emperor Zhende gave the order, after the palace people led by Aya next to him responded one after another, Emperor Zhende walked towards the hall of Daye with the Luqiu clan in his arms.

Li Jianzhi followed behind him, and Yu Guang looked at Emperor Zhende, who was personally supporting the Luqiu clan, and felt strange in his heart.

Returning to the Great Cause Palace, leaving Li Jianzhi and Cheng Jin to guard the side hall, Emperor Zhende took Lu Qiu and Si Mu into the main hall.

Sitting behind the table in the main hall, leaning on the vermilion lacquer pillar behind him, Lu Qiu's family was still extremely tired, panting with his eyes closed.

The breath was particularly clear in the silent main hall. Si Muxun sat behind Emperor Zhende, sat on the couch behind him, quietly looked at Lu Qiu's tired face, and didn't take the initiative to ask.

The silence lasted for a long time, and Lu Qiu slowly opened his eyes, and the eyeballs were even more cloudy than before, like a muddy pool of gray water, and he couldn't even see the pupils inside.

Emperor Joan of Arc didn't know why, he couldn't see his pupils clearly, but he still knew that she was looking at him. Lu Qiu slowly spoke, "Your Majesty, Her Royal Highness the princess has a witch in her body. ”

When this sound came out, Emperor Zhende suddenly realized that this Lu Qiu's voice had become old and hoarse, and it was a world of difference from Fang Cai's weird playfulness and crispness!

"What witch?" Emperor Joan of Arc asked.

Lu Qiu lowered his head, the cloudiness in his eyes avoided Emperor Zhende's gaze, and then said slowly, "Soul Cultivator." ”

"Soul Cultivator, what kind of witch is this?" Emperor Joan of Arc was unclear and asked again.

Lu Qiu's mouth opened, and after his lips closed, he was silent again.

"What's so hard about it?" Emperor Joan of Arc asked again. Fang Cai's appearance is clear to him, no matter what, he must get things out of the way.

Lu Qiu was still silent, looking at Emperor Zhende with a complicated face.

Emperor Zhende didn't want to go around the pass, so he said directly, "Bullying the king is a capital crime, and immortals must not deceive me." ”

When Lu Qiu heard this, he quickly knelt down with a "plop" from the futon, and looked at Emperor Zhende with a sad gaze, "The grass people don't dare to bully the king, for fear that the emperor will condemn the grass people!" ”

"It's okay for the immortals to say it directly." Emperor Joan of Arc said, and added, "As long as it has nothing to do with you, I will never be implicated." ”

With Emperor Zhende's words, Lu Qiu buried his head and thought for a moment, and said hesitantly: "Soul Raising Witch is not a terrible place, a terrible place ......"

Emperor Joan of Arc looked at Lu Qiu with blazing eyes.

"The terrible thing lies in the soul in the body of Her Royal Highness the Princess." Lu Qiu said in a low voice.

The soul is alive and the soul is alive. He had already heard this word, so he was not surprised to hear Lu Qiu Clan say it again at this moment, but his face sank a little.

Lu Qiu thought that Emperor Zhende didn't understand the meaning of this living soul, so he added, "Your Majesty, this living soul is not so simple. ”

As he spoke, Lu Qiu saw Emperor Joan of Arc looking at him fixedly, and continued, "First, this person who has a soul must be a person who is skilled in witchcraft, and second, this person's intentions are extraordinary. Because this living soul is not an ordinary witch, but a puppet technique in the Far Western Regions and other places. Yang Shou did not end his life and should not be extinct, after death, the underworld does not draw a book of life and death, and this soul will remain in the world after death, called the soul of life. This soul remains in the world, some wander into lonely souls and wild ghosts, and some are raised by Qimen warlocks or witches, the emperor does not know, if this soul is planted in the body of an ordinary mortal, it will only be eaten up a little bit, until finally the soul is controlled by the body, and then becomes the puppet of the soul. ”

Lu Qiu stopped talking as he spoke, and then corrected solemnly, "No, it should be said that half of it is the manipulation of the living soul, and half of it is the manipulation of the soul-raising witch. After all, this soul has its own joys, angers, sorrows, thoughts, sorrows, and angers, and it can live in a shell on weekdays. But even so, the soul needs to be at the behest of the person who nurtures it. Is this soul ......?"

This living soul, the emperor has seen, is the blood mist just now, and ...... And when the princess woke up halfway, it was the soul that made trouble. ”

Although he had a bottom in his heart, when he heard Lu Qiu say it, Emperor Zhende was still extremely uncomfortable in his heart. It's not that it's uncomfortable with the Luqiu clan, but the delicate "father" of Fang Cai's life, which is really the same as the nineteen on weekdays.

"You probably know who made the witch?" Emperor Joan of Arc asked.

Lu Qiu shook his head without thinking about it, "The grass people can only see this living soul, and they are not even sure that they will take this living soul out of the body of the nineteenth princess, let alone find out who is the witch." and"

Lu Qiu said, stopped, and saw that Emperor Zhende did not interrupt, and after a while, he hesitated and continued, "And this living soul can already directly control His Highness's body, and the days that have been raised in His Highness's body during this period are not to mention more than ten years, but at least seven or eight years, how can the grass people check what happened seven or eight years ago?" "How can you check the witch seven or eight years ago, in fact, you can also check it. What can't be checked is the past of seven or eight years in the palace. She is an outsider, even if she does have some ability, she doesn't want to get involved in this muddy water.

The witches who can nourish the soul are all great witches. How can it be so easy to deal with being able to lie dormant in the palace for so many years?

Lu Qiu's face was full of embarrassment, because he was powerless to speak for a long time.

At least seven or eight years ago. The little nineteen are just so old. Raising this Raush Zi Soul has been raised in her body for so long.

Thinking of what Wen Qingwu told him before, Emperor Joan of Arc couldn't help but ask: "Is this soul sure to be raised in Xiao Nineteen's body?" ”

Are you sure? Lu Qiu shook his head, "The grass people don't know. ”

"I heard that your family was originally a Great Witch Clan of Jiannan Dao, why, now I don't know about such a small thing?" Emperor Zhende said, his face became worse and worse, "If you don't even know about this trivial matter, then I don't think the entire Luqiu clan in Jiannan Dao will live." ”

These words made Lu Qiu's face change for a moment, and his trembling body fell to the ground and begged for mercy, "The emperor forgives his sins!" "Wearing pale hair makes people feel pity.

"Forgiveness? I spent so much energy to find you from Jiannan Road, but you don't want to use it all by me, so what's the use of keeping you, the Luqiu clan? Emperor Joan of Arc said. The voice was deeper than usual. The majesty of the all-round body that has been cultivated by the emperor all the year round is not covered, and after saying only two sentences in such a calm voice, the patriarch of the Luqiu clan, who is extremely respected in Jiannan Dao, couldn't resist it, wiped the fine sweat on his head, trembling and full of fear, "Your Majesty, it's not that the grass people don't say it, I really don't dare to say it." ”