In the mourning hall, the white candle was lonely and dim, and Bei Hanmo's corpse was lying on the mourning bed made of white cloth, which was already cold.

After a group of ministers shed a tear or two in front of people, no one behind them was willing to keep a vigil for Bei Hanmo's corpse.

The ministers were divided into two factions, and from morning till night they chattered about who should inherit the throne, and it was already at a fever pitch. The candidate for the throne directly refers to Ye Hehua and Han Qing's son Han Li.

In order to compete for the first opportunity, some people have even sent people to invite the exiled Yehehua to return to China.

Bai Bian solemnly took out the cloth bag, a simple thin copper box half a palm long and half a palm wide, took out eight keys from all directions, inserted them into the copper box, and unlocked them in order.

Before opening the thin copper box, Bai Bian took out two white pills, handed them to Han Qing and said, "This is not the incense of a living person, press this awakening pill under the root of your tongue."

After both of them took the Awakening Pill in their mouths, Bai Bian carefully opened the thin copper box, and a mysterious and rich fragrance wafted out of it, which made people confused and hallucinated.

The two of them looked at the black flannel in fear, and three fine incense sticks of palm length lay quietly.

"Why so many keys?" Han Qing was puzzled.

"Please soul incense, easy to break and easy to disperse the fragrance, medicinal materials are rare, rare in a hundred years, difficult to buy in a thousand gold, my master only has three to pass on to me, this is our master's treasure is generally not easy to use." Bai Bian said solemnly.

"You wait a while to check whether the doors and windows are all closed, and then go and light this soul-inviting incense, insert it in the incense burner, and protect it from burning."

According to his words, Han Qing carefully inspected the room where the spirit was stopped, locked all the doors and windows, and only then did he dare to carefully hold the soul incense, light it with a candle, and solemnly insert it into the incense burner.

Bai Bian prepared the tools without saying a word, and under Han Qing's nose, he took out many strange tools, spread them on the white cloth, and wiped them all with the disinfectant he carried with him.

By the time the smoke filled the entire room, the incense had already burned a third, and Bai Bian said to Han Qing: "I'm going to use the magic technique now, wait a while, don't talk about what you see, just take care of the soul incense."

Han Qing nodded like a chicken.

Bai Bian picked up a thin knife that was sharp and almost transparent, neatly cut a thin cut on Bei Hanmo's pale wrist, pulled out the plug of the thin bamboo tube, and poured out some writhing white insects on the wound.

The white insect smelled the blood and immediately desperately burrowed into Bei Hanmo's body, bulging one bag after another under the skin, Han Qing had always been afraid of soft animals, and he was horrified to see it.

After some time, Bai Bian applied a layer of white ointment to Bei Hanmo's wound, and the white insects were full of poisonous blood, and their bodies turned black, stretching their bodies and clumsily crawling out along the wounds.

After these white worms crawled out of the wound, they shrank into a ball the size of half a fist, lazily shrunk on Bei Hanmo's arm, arranged like black pustules.

Han Qing looked dizzy and dizzy, and his hands and feet were cold.

Bai Bian cut all the insects with a knife, and the thick black blood poured out like a flood along Bei Hanmo's arm, dousing the sparks of the dark money in the copper basin.

The thick black blood in that large copper basin was quickly filled until the blood was exhausted, and only the transparent corpse clothes of insects were left on Bei Hanmo's arms.

Only then did Bai Bian use the back of the knife to scrape off the dried corpses of the insects with a knife, and then sprinkled some powder on Bei Hanmo's wrist with his hands and feet, and took out the white silk and wrapped it.

Han Qing stared at Bai Bian saving people, without blinking, and occasionally looked back at the soul rejuvenation incense protected in the palm of his hand.

After Bai Bian finished bandaging, he took up his martial arts hand and pressed it on Bei Han Mo's chest, and as his hand approached, Bei Han Mo's body suddenly twitched and trembled, like a * controlled dead corpse.

Han Qing watched in horror, as Bai Bian's palm was pressed and lifted again and again, and when he lifted and pressed, Bei Hanmo's body twitched and trembled more and more.

Suddenly, in Bei Hanmo's voice, he spit out strangely like a monster: "Wow! Yikes! Yikes!

Bai Bian heard the cold sweat, flipped Bei Hanmo's body violently, and ordered Han Qing urgently: "Go and throw the empty vase on the pavilion next to you!"

Han Qing immediately picked up the vase and threw it at Bai Bian.

Bai Bian took the vase and aimed it at Bei Hanmo's mouth, and slapped it from the back with a palm, Bei Hanmo immediately spit out a mouthful of black blood towards the vase, and then like a corpse that had exhausted his essence, he went limp.

Han Qing looked at the soul incense that was only half left, and began to look at Bai Bian with some anxiety in his heart.

Bai Bian quickly took a thin leather tube and tied it to his wrist, picked up a thin leather tube with a needle, inserted it into his arm, and inserted the other end into Bei Hanmo's arm.

Han Qing saw such a way of saving people for the first time, his eyes widened in surprise, and he looked down and saw that the soul incense in his hand had burned to the end, and he just wanted to speak.

Bai Bian took it off with a pale face, tied to the thin leather tube on his wrist, and after pulling out the needle in his hand, his body shook.

Han Qing hurriedly walked over and held him in his arms, and asked with concern, "How is it?"

Bai Bian shook his head, and Han Qing sighed in disappointment, how can there be a medical skill in the world that brings the dead back to life.

"He's awake......" Bai Bian pointed calmly, and said Bei Hanmo, who was slowly recovering his breath.

Han Qing saw Bei Hanmo slowly open his eyes, and his hairs stood on end in an instant, thinking to himself that when he came back from the Netherworld, could he still be regarded as a human species?

Han Qing's eyes widened, watching Bei Han Mo slowly raise his stiff arm stiffly, and looked at them faintly.

Han Qing was so frightened that he didn't dare to move, he couldn't even hold his breath involuntarily, and unconsciously pinched Bai Bian's arm meat.

"It's okay, go talk to him!" Bai Bian was pinched by him, his facial features were huddled together, and he said with a relieved smile.

Han Qing gradually put his mind at ease, stepped forward cautiously, squatted in front of the bed and held Bei Hanmo's hand, and said with tears in his eyes: "How do you feel?"

"Han Qing, it turns out that you are still ......" Bei Hanmo showed a soft smile of relief, his voice was very hoarse.

"I've always been there, is there anything uncomfortable right now?" Han Qing looked at Bei Hanmo, who was extremely weak, and couldn't help but clench his cold hand, and asked softly and cordially.

"I'm fine, can you stay with me all the time?" Bei Han Mo looked at him earnestly, his sharp eagle eyes were extremely gentle at the moment.

"Hmm." Han Qing glanced at Bai Bian, and didn't know how to tell Bei Hanmo that although he was rescued, he could only live for another seven days. And Beihan Mo and the queen have no heirs, so who should hold the throne of Beihan in the future.

"Your Majesty, you have seven days to deal with the rest of your rebirth, my lord. If you feel unwell during this period, please feel free to contact me. Bai Bian said what Han Qing couldn't say frankly.

"Am I alive, not dreaming?" Bei Hanmo raised his hand and looked at it, and said in surprise.

"After you were poisoned, Chen Zhanshi took the opportunity to frame me, saying that he would unite with Murong Bai and Bailixi to poison you and want to send them to be emperors, so he would put us all in prison.

Tonight, Chen Zhanshi took advantage of the poisoning of my epimedium pills and wanted to take the opportunity to invade me, but fortunately, Bai Bian arrived in time to take me out of prison and came together to find out the cause of your poisoning death.

When Bai Bian was checking your pulse, he said that you were still a little angry, so he used the magic to save you, and it was great to see you again, and I would try my best to fulfill your last wish for you. ”

Bei Hanmo's joy of returning to the world gradually dissipated, and after a long time, he slowly asked, "Then am I still human?"

"Yes." Bai Bian said.

Bei Hanmo showed a reassuring smile, looked at Han Qing and said, "You don't have to be sad, you should be happy for me, Bai Bian can drag me out of the hands of the king of Hades and live another seven days to deal with the remains, he is extremely lucky."

"Damn! Who poisoned you, I must find out for you to avenge. Han Qing scolded resentfully with tears in his eyes.

Bei Hanmo stretched out his hand and touched Han Qing's head, stroked his supple black hair and said, "I will make the next decree to give you the right to investigate, this matter is hard for you."

"I'm going to call the queen and Ah Jing now and talk to you." Han Qing wiped away her tears and wanted to stand up and call someone.

"It's late at night, see you tomorrow morning, you can talk to me here first." Bei Han Mo grabbed Han Qing's wrist and stopped.

"Okay." Han Qing squatted down smoothly again.

The two talked about something else, and after a night, the little eunuch who got up early to clean the mourning room found that Bei Hanmo was resurrected, thinking that he was a corpse, and he was startled, crying and crying out to hell.

The news of Beihan Mo's resurrection from the dead was like a thunderbolt, not only stunning the ministers of Beihan, but also stunning everyone in the Seven Kingdoms.

In the inn a hundred miles away, Ye Hehua, who hurried into the palace overnight, heard that Bei Hanmo had come back from the dead early in the morning, stagnated, and drank tea leisurely.

This can be a bad thing for the ministers who have failed to invest.

"Prince Yehehua, how do you say this is good, the king has been resurrected?" As soon as the minister Jadin heard the news, he knocked on the door of Yehehua's room.

"Please come in!" Ye Hehua's deep voice calmly came from inside the door.

"It's a big deal, the king has been resurrected...... "Jia Ding wanted to shout again, but was calmly stopped by Ye Hehua: "No need to say more, I already knew it"

"Then you and I are gone?" Jardine was opportunistic, thinking that if Yehwa ascended the throne, then he would have a great credit.

"Brother Wang, even if you are rescued, you won't be able to live for a few days, why are you in a hurry." Ye Hehua stared at Jia Ding, who wanted to break up the gang, and said confidently.

"Prince, how do you know?" Jardine asked flatteringly. He originally wanted to control the stupid prince, but he was controlled instead.

"Brother Wang, when you wake up, you don't eat a meal or water, you don't sleep, how can you be a normal person, I'm afraid it's just a puppet manipulated by others, you might as well wait here with me in peace." Ye Hehua played with the teacup and said meaningfully.

"You mean the king, it's no longer the king, but a ghost from the underworld......" Jardine said in horror.

"If you support me, I will marry your daughter as the imperial concubine in the future!" Yahhua had not yet taken the throne, but he had already made an empty promise.

Three days later, Bei Hanmo, who came back from the dead, was a strange man who came out of the underworld, and his words became more and more intense.

The ministers began to be afraid of Bei Hanmo, and they had already secretly discussed and sent ghost hunters to subdue him......