The torrential rain turned into a drizzling rain, the dark clouds drifted away, the air remained moist moisture, and the palace maids and guards came out again.

By an old well, an old man and a young guard were carrying water in the courtyard of a dilapidated house.

"Hey, you know what? The horse master and the princess Jing were killed by the dog tamarin of the ghost side on the battlefield, and the death was miserable. The old guard pulled a bucket of water from the well, put it on the ground with difficulty, and sighed.

"I heard that it wasn't the horse master who drove the enemy to our position and quickly won the battle? Why was Princess Jing beheaded? Besides, there were so many guards present, how could they not be able to defeat hundreds of deserters. The young guard looked at the surroundings without anyone and wondered.

"That canine tamarin is used to using three indiscriminate methods, and everyone on the ghost side has quicklime hidden in their arms, just waiting for the opportunity to escape with charming eyes? At that time, the Northern Han soldiers who rushed in front were all blinded by quicklime, and the ghost army suddenly counterattacked and took care of themselves, where could they rush to save the horse master and the princess. ”

The old guard, sitting on the well, wiped the sweat from his forehead and said.

"Doesn't the Bai Bian Divine Doctor claim to be able to resurrect the dead? Didn't they save the princess and the princess? ”

After the older guard finished resting his legs, he patted the young guard, sighed and said, "Hey, haven't you seen that the white god doctor has a short temper these days, and he has been crying in front of the horse master every night to bring him back to life." You are too naïve, the princess and the princess have not been angry for three days, if the white god doctor was the living king of Hades, if he could have been saved, he would have been saved a long time ago, but now he is helpless, guarding the corpse and rotting. ”

"Master Ma is dead, I'm afraid I won't be able to find a second person more beautiful than him in this world, so I can't look at him every day." The little guard said with a sad cry.

"Where is the person you can worry about, the person who can sleep with him is either the emperor or the holy son or the divine doctor, where is your turn to be a bastard boy without an emperor's father, go, don't think about it when you go."

The old guard, resting his strength, kicked the stunned little guard, lifted the bucket and urged.

"Boom-" Suddenly there was a loud sound of a metal basin toppling over from the broken house, followed by a violent cough.

"Ahem......"

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

"Ahem, cough, cough, ......"

The sound in the room became more and more intense, as if it was about to cough out the lungs.

"Who's in there?" The little guard was shocked by the movement of the broken house, turned to look at the leaky room, and asked in horror as he stared at the unknown old monster.

"It's the emperor of the ancient Jin country who died inside, and he has often been crazy since he died in the country, and he bit the horse master some time ago, and was beaten by the people below and threw himself here to destroy himself, maybe he will die tonight, and he will walk away, there is nothing to see."

The old guard was very calm, glanced at the dilapidated house that had been hit by the torrential rain and was about to collapse at any time, shook his head and said.

The footsteps of the two guards faded away, leaving the dead emperor waiting for death inside.

"Ahem, ahem......"

"Hahaha, Han Qing, you're dead, cough cough cough ......"

"You're dead, cough cough ......"

"He was beheaded...... Hahahaha, cough cough cough ......"

"Hahahaha...... You're dead...... Dead, ahem, you're dead......"

"You're dead before me, hahahaha...... Ahem, ahem, you ...... How did you die......"

The small dilapidated house had been ravaged by the storm, and water was dripping wet everywhere, and Ye Luzheng was lying on the sickbed and dying, and sat up in shock when he heard the guards outside the door talking about the death of Han Qing and his wife.

He just climbed out of bed to catch someone and ask for clarification, kicked down the basin containing water, fell on the wet ground, shocked Han Qing and his wife in the news of their death, and waited for the two guards to walk away, but they still couldn't get up for a long time.

Yeluzheng turned over with great difficulty, and his handsome and wild healthy body had been hollowed out by illness, and his cheeks were so hungry and skinny that he withered like a rotten vegetable leaf.

He lay on the ground, laughing gloating from the sky to muttering a wry smile with tears streaming down his face.

From the rooftop, Jeruzheng stared blankly at the twilight that leaked through the sky, and the hatred that burned in his chest gradually cooled and turned to ashes as the man died.

These days, since he was beaten with a whip and abandoned in this dilapidated house, without food and water without a consultant, the tragic wound began to gradually suppurate, and his high fever did not go away, all supported by the hatred in his chest until now.

Han Qing's beautiful and evil voice and smile were still dangling in front of him, how could he be beheaded to death by other people's indiscriminate methods, retribution, retribution......

If Han Qing hadn't destroyed our country at the beginning, how could he have today?

You owe me so much, isn't death at my hands?

Why was he killed by someone else first.

Yeluzheng was unwilling, unwilling, and resentful.

"Ahem, cough, you died a happy death, save me to torture you in the future!" Jerod requisitioned all his palms, step by step, and crawled out of the door with great difficulty.

In the ghost fang's broken earth house, Bai Bian's pale and blood-lost face, with heavy tiredness, looked at Bei Hanjing's miserable white face with one eye, and muttered in a hoarse voice: "Sister Jing, if you don't wake up tonight, you will never come back from that side again, don't you want Han Qing?" Don't want your son Han Li? ”

Bai Bian used his two remaining secret treasures to invite soul incense, all of which were used on Bei Hanjing and Han Qing, but this time they were used up, and neither of them woke up.

As long as there is a remnant of the deceased, the soul that has just left the body can be summoned back with soul incense, and as long as the person's body is not extremely bad, if he wakes up within three days, he can continue to live.

However, when the time came, Bei Hanjing could never come back alive, but she still did not move.

In the past three days, Bai Bian has thought of a lot of ways to stimulate Bei Hanjing's acupoints with golden needles, but he can't wake her up at all, and he can't help but be very frustrated.

"Sister Jing, please open your eyes, Bai Bian finally met you so much that I am my sister. If you don't wake up, I'll condemn my conscience for the rest of my life. Bai Bian stood in front of Bei Hanjing's bed and wept bitterly.

On that day, as long as he rescued Bei Hanjing on the battlefield first and stitched her body, she would never die. It was he who sutured Han Qing's head with selfish intentions, so that Bei Hanjing missed the perfect time to save her life.

Doctors know that they should not be selfish, otherwise they will be unfair to other people's lives. People's hearts are biased, obviously Bei Hanjing can live if she is saved, but Han Qing may not be able to live if she is saved, but Bai Bian will still save Han Qing first.

The more Bai Bian thought about it, the more he felt that he was selfish, and while slapping himself and masochistically, he cried and said: "Bai Bian is sorry for you, Sister Jing, I beg you to wake up."

One by one, loud slaps, shadows staggered under the candlelight, Bei Hanjing's pale face was half exposed to the candlelight, half hidden in the dark, quietly and peacefully, under the distortion of the night, with an indescribable weirdness, as if she was about to open her eyes at any time.

"My lord, my lord, it's not good, the body of the master of the horse has been stolen!"

Bai Bian vaguely saw Bei Hanjing's face come alive, and she stood up half of her body stiffly from the bed, her eyelashes fluttering slightly.

Bai Bian stopped slapping himself, blinked his eyes, didn't dare to make a sound for half a moment, waited with bated breath, but at the critical moment, the guard suddenly pushed the door to disturb him, Bei Hanjing's fresh face quickly withered and decayed, and thick black and smelly blood flowed out of the seven orifices.

When the guards saw Bei Hanjing's seven orifices bleeding, they shouted in fright: "Ghost!"

Bai Bian frantically pulled the guard's hair in an instant, pressed the swollen face on his cheeks, beat him violently and said, "It's all you!" It was you who suddenly pushed the door and yelled, so scared that Sister Jing couldn't come back. ”

The deceased who invite the soul back can't stand the slightest fright from the outside! Otherwise, it will be a failure!

In a fit of rage, Bai Bian beat the guard to the ground half to death, grabbed him by the hair, and asked viciously, "Didn't I let any of you not set foot in this room?"

"My lord, I was wrong, spare my life! I learned that the body of the horse master was stolen by someone's corpse, and I forgot it for a while, but I didn't know that the door was pushed open by me, please spare your life. The guard kowtowed and begged for mercy.

When Bai Bian heard Han Qingming, he suddenly stopped and asked with a terrifying expression, "What did you say!"

"Someone stole the body of the horse...... the guard said tremblingly, Bai Bian seemed to be crazy, and suddenly left him and ran out of the room.

Bai Bian wandered in front of Han Qing's empty bed irritably, and an incomparable panic rose in his heart, it was already time, but Han Qing's body was stolen by someone, if this soul night time passed, Han Qing would leave him completely.

The cunning corpse thief actually erased the traces of theft inside and outside the room, and Bai Bian searched back and forth three times, only to be sure that this person's martial arts skills were probably good, and he could steal people under the noses of the guards.

"Look, you quickly find me, I don't see anyone before the time, all of you will bury him with him." Bai Bian's red eyes roared angrily, and the guards were so frightened that they hurried to find someone.

I don't know what's going on with the gentle white god doctor recently, since the death of the princess and his wife, his temperament has suddenly changed greatly, he has become extremely irritable and irritable, and he threatens to kill people at every turn.

The guards, knowing that they were not good at taking care of them, ran out of the door in a fit of rage, and hurriedly scattered with torches to find the thief who had stolen the body.

Bai Bian's headache exploded, and he fell to his knees on the bed where Han Qing had been mortuary.

He hadn't closed his eyes for three days, he was on a cliff that would collapse at any time, and the only thing that supported him was Han Qing's belief in coming back to life. If Han Qing died, he didn't know what he would do.

"Calm down, calm down, you will definitely be able to find Han Qing."

Bai Bian forced himself to calm down, his eyes looked around the room, carefully observing the information left by the thief, and suddenly in front of the white sheet with his eyes parallel, he saw an extremely fine pale yellow stain, Bai Bian approached his nose and smelled it, and found that there was still a faint and almost unpleasant smell of horses left on the sheet.

"Look for death." Bai Bian suddenly knew who it was and stole Han Qing's body, the expression on his face suddenly became gloomy, and his expression became extremely ugly, and he said with a calm face to the frightened guards: "Follow me."

Bai Bian took the lead and walked straight to a certain place with determination......