It is said that Xiao Wuchen used his psychic power to suck the little concubine's primordial spirit into the illusion, and personally handed over Meng Zihao's fetal brush to the little concubine Niangniang.

Xiao Wuchen explained the story of Meng Zihao and Miss Zhang to the little concubine in detail, and told the little concubine to hand over the fetal brush to the emperor, so that the emperor could quickly send someone to the marshal's mansion to rescue Meng Zihao.

After Xiao Wuchen's instructions, the sky is almost dawn, Xiao Wuchen is the Yuan Shen out of the body, he must go back before dawn, let the Yuan Shen return to the body, otherwise it will be broken by someone, the body will be injured, and the little Wuchen Yuan Shen will not be able to possess the body and transform into a demon.

Xiao Wuchen withdrew his mana, pushed the little concubine's primordial spirit back into the little concubine's body, turned into a ray of white light and quickly rushed back to the prison of the Marshal's Mansion.

Miss Zhang and Meng Zihao are waiting anxiously in prison, Miss Zhang is a soul, it is impossible to see the light, seeing that the sky is almost dawn, Xiao Wuchen has not come back, Miss Zhang and Meng Zihao are anxious, just watch out if something happens to Xiao Wuchen.

The two of them were anxious, a ray of white light entered through the window, and with a burst of elegant lotus fragrance, Xiao Wuchen quietly appeared in a burst of white petals.

When Miss Zhang saw that Xiao Wuchen was back, she couldn't help but shout happily, "Fairy Wuchen, you are finally back, we are worried about you." ”

Xiao Wuchen folded his hands and recited "Amitabha Buddha", and then said, "I'm sorry, Miss Zhang, it's almost dawn, we have to go back quickly, and Brother Meng Zihao has to commend for a while, I have to take back my mana when I leave, and everything has to return to its original state." ”

"Ah——, everything has to be restored to its original state," Miss Zhang's face suddenly turned pale when she heard this, and she said sadly, "So Brother Zihao will continue to stay in the stinking pool, and he will be crucified and continue to suffer." ”

Miss Zhang's expression of anguish seemed to be crucified not by Mencius, but by herself.

Meng Zihao looked at Miss Zhang sad for him, and his heart ached, Miss Zhang had already died for him, and now even his soul was still thinking about him, suffering so much for him.

How could Miss Zhang's affection not make Meng Zihao very moved, Meng Zihao cried and held Miss Zhang's cold hands tightly, and comforted, "Yulan, it doesn't matter to me, you have died for me, this will be difficult to repay for a thousand years, in comparison, what is it if I suffer a little." ”

Xiao Wuchen, who is not a person from the outside world, is also moved by the affection of Miss Zhang and Meng Zihao.

Xiao Wuchen said, "Amitabha, don't worry, Miss, I'm just using a blindfold, although Brother Meng is still crucified and immersed in a stinky pool like before, he won't feel a trace of pain, it's not too early, Miss, let's go quickly." Xiao Wuchen said and chanted the Buddha mantra, and the palm of his right hand immediately emitted a bright and dazzling red halo, Xiao Wuchen put his palm at Miss Zhang, Miss Zhang's body was like a weightless feather, and was instantly sucked into the lotus flower in the palm of Xiao Wuchen's palm.

Xiao Wuchen took Miss Zhang into white light and walked through the window, and in an instant, the lotus flower under Meng Zihao disappeared, still crucified in rags, and the lower half of his body was still soaked in the stinky pool, but Meng Zihao did not feel a trace of pain.

Meng Zihao was surprised, and a small dusty voice like a breeze sounded in his ears, "Brother Zihao, don't be afraid, I have told the emperor the story of you and Miss Zhang, and the emperor will send someone to save you immediately." ”