Qianshui took advantage of the chaos to probe into Wuchuan's acupuncture points, and Wuchuan's body stiffened - frozen.

"Hmph. Qianshui broke Wu Chuan's fingers, rubbed his neck, and snorted disdainfully, "That's it?"

Wu Chuan couldn't say a word, staring at him, but the true qi was silently circulating in his body, impacting the acupuncture points.

"Want to solve the acupoint?" Qianshui raised his eyebrows, but Wu Chuan ignored him, secretly speeding up his true qi, lest he change, and secretly called himself careless in his heart.

"Why don't I help you? ”

Really!

Wu Chuan said in his heart: This guy still has a trick, look down on him......

Qianshui took out a very small amber bottle from his waist, the thickness of a finger, the lid was flicked open by him, making a dramatic "pop" sound, Wu Chuan frowned, a bad premonition hit his heart, and he urged the operation of his true qi - he must escape!

Qianshui gently tilted the bottle to Wu Chuan's mouth, Wu Chuan wanted to dodge, but his whole body was hard, don't!

But before he could untie it, the cold liquid flowed down his lips and into his mouth.

"Ahh ”

At this moment, there was a sudden sound in the dantian, Qianshui and Wuchuan were stunned for a moment, and Wuchuan immediately reacted and rushed away!

In an instant, Wu Chuan hid himself.

Qianshui looked at the person who suddenly disappeared in front of him in shock, and looked around in all directions, for fear of a sudden palm from somewhere.

How......

Seeing that Qianshui had been looking around the house, staring at the door, his heart was not good, and he was forced to rush to the acupoint to make him consume a lot, not to mention that his body had not recovered, and Qianshui gave him something unknown again, and now it is really worth the loss to fight hard.

Weighing it, he slammed the door open and fled.

Qianshui clenched his fists and secretly screamed that it was not good, but immediately thought that the other party had taken that medicine, and immediately felt at ease. But in order to be safe, he still summoned a carrier pigeon to give him a letter to Sunish.

Wu Chuan escaped and wanted to find the madman, but when he passed by the mourning hall, he saw that the coin was still kneeling by the coffin, as if he was asleep with tears, his head was lit regularly, and the pain on his face was still there.

Wu Chuan thought that his trip to Yuanxiang this time would inevitably be more auspicious, in case he missed the day of the emperor's burial......

He walked in, his fingertips touched the slightly warm jade coffin, and he kept slipping on the face of the emperor in the jade coffin, and his pupils actually shrank together.

Because—the hand of the emperor in the coffin suddenly restrained him.

"Emperor's ......"

Wu Chuan was stunned and showed his true body. A face full of shock.

When the emperor saw that it was him, he let go of his hand, sat up, and slowed down, and suddenly found that the place he was in was a little strange, "This is here?"

Wu Chuan was still immersed in the shock of the emperor's resurrection, and was dumbfounded.

"The emperor?" the emperor knocked on the jade coffin, "Is this a coffin?"

Wu Chuan hurriedly came back to his senses, "Emperor, Emperor, Emperor......"

"Huh?" The emperor saw the coin yuan that was crying and falling asleep, and then looked at Wuchuan's empty eyes, and looked at his hand, "Don't you see Lonely, is Lone dead?"

Wu Chuan shook his head, "No, look, you can see it." But......" he bit his lip, "how is that possible?" ”

"Huh?"

"The emperor was obviously ......" He suddenly remembered the appearance of the blue light of the madness that he saw in the mind of the coin yuan, could it be that the light can really bring the dead back to life?

The emperor was stunned, his head hurt slightly, yes, wasn't he beaten to death by a madman?

He looked around blankly, "Where's the wound?"

Wu Chuan swallowed, "He, he went to the Yuanxiang Society." ”

"What?!" the emperor's pupils narrowed, "what will he do when he goes to Yuanxiang?"

"He knew about poisoning. Wu Chuan swept to the upper of his shoe with a weak heart, and the courage to confess everything to the madness was gone the moment he saw the emperor open his eyes.

"Poisoned, he knew it was him......" The emperor stopped abruptly.

"Hmm. Wu Chuan bit his lip desperately and nodded.

The emperor gasped, "But, can you meet with Yuanxiang...... Is it?"

"Hmm. Apart from nodding, Wu Chuan didn't know what else he could do. What would the emperor have done if he knew that he was the one who started everything?

Damn, I knew I should have let the wound maniac stay here, I would have taken the risk of going to Yuanxiang.

No, you shouldn't have confessed everything to the madness in the first place......

How did the emperor come back to life......

Oh my God, what the hell is madness!

Is this a dream!

"Damn! this incense will be!" the emperor hammered into the coffin, and the jade coffin cracked inch by inch.

"Emperor!" Wu Chuan looked at Emperor in surprise.

The emperor also seemed to be stunned, and looked at his fist, "Lonely, Lonely's skill ......"

"Oh my God, great, Emperor, you...... Hello. Wu Chuan spoke incoherently excitedly, his eyes welling up with tears.

"What's going on......" The Emperor stared at his hand strangely.

"It must be the madness, his light, that heals you. ”

"Maddened light?"

"Well, I know that you are a couple, he must be a gift from heaven to the north, emperor, let's go and get him back. He is the key to the catastrophe. ”

"Huh?" the emperor frowned as he took his hand.

Wu Chuan burst into tears and smiled: "Emperor, this matter ...... We'll tell you about it when we find it, and you'll be happy. The Hurt Maniac will be happy too...... Great, you're alive and everything can be remedied. ”

Wu Chuan's hot tears ticked on the back of the emperor's hand, and the emperor suddenly looked at him, "Wu Chuan." ”

"Huh?" Wu Chuan looked at the emperor, not realizing that the emperor was calling him by his full name.

"You're sick. ”

"Huh?" Wu Chuan looked at the emperor, and suddenly found that the emperor's hair had turned black at some point.

"This is not true. The emperor looked into his eyes, and he suddenly felt that the scorching and jumping fire behind the emperor was a little hazy.

"What? What isn't true?" Wu Chuan looked at the emperor's eyes expectantly, a little panicked, could it be that the emperor already knew?

"Lonely hand......" The emperor held Wu Chuan, Wu Chuan felt the warmth of the palm, suddenly woke up, looked at the emperor, but where was the emperor, in an instant, the mourning hall turned into nothingness, and he fell into endless darkness.

The emperor practiced the ice condensation technique, even if his skills were restored, he should be cold, and after the emperor's corpse was transformed, his hair should be white......

Well, it's just a dream!

But when did you fall asleep?

Damn, that medicine!

Qianshui walked into the mourning hall with a smile, looked at Wu Chuan lying on the ground, pouted, picked him up, and went out.

It's just that all of this fell into the eyes of Ye Xinyun, who was originally going to enter the mourning hall to worship the emperor.

After Qianshui completely disappeared around the corner, Ye Xinyun lifted her skirt and walked into the mourning hall. I don't know where I've gone, and I've passed through the gloomy mourning hall with some wind.

Ye Xinyun sat on the ground, leaned lightly on the coffin, looked melancholy at Leng Yue, who was locked in it by thin clouds, and said softly: "God, if there is really any miracle, let me see it." ”

He had been waiting for many days, but the emperor's corpse had never appeared unusual, except for the discoloration of his hair and the fact that his body did not rot.

"Emperor. He blinked his slender eyelashes tiredly, "Lin Xiao ......"

If the light of madness can heal the sick of the living, can the soul of the dead be repaired as well?

He sighed, is this destined to be another ordinary night?

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"Emperor. Emperor. ”

Wu Chuan muttered over and over again, and Qianshui's face became more and more gloomy as he watched him.

"You are resurrected. ”

Qianshui raised his eyebrows, what is this guy dreaming about.

"Crazy light! ”

What light?

Qian Sailor rubbed the amber bottle in his hand, and the helmsman said that this dream scatter is not harmful to people, but if there is no antidote, it will only be repeated in a dream for the rest of his life, good or bad.

Obviously, this An has been laughing, it should be a good dream. It's just that this dream is a true portrayal, or is it a human fantasy?

Even if it was a fantasy, how could he say something like light and resurrection out of thin air?

Qianshui, who was not at ease, suddenly remembered that when he went to the mourning hall just now, he seemed to be hiding a shadow in the dark, was it Ye Xinyun, right? What was he doing there in the middle of the night? I didn't see him sad during the day, and I only remembered to go to mourn at night, is it too weird?

Could it be that he was waiting for the emperor to be resurrected?

Damn, why did these two people think the emperor would come back to life?

His heart was pounding, no, he had to go and see.

Walking to the mourning hall, Qianshui was worried, seeing that Xin Yun had already slept at night, he felt a little ridiculous, how could he believe this kind of nonsense.

Thinking about it, he turned and left.

"Ugh. ”

Did I hear it wrong?

Qianshui suddenly stopped and stood in place, but did not turn around.

"Whew!"

Another moan = groan, this time it's clearer, I heard it right!

He turned around suddenly, although he hadn't dealt much with Ye Xinyun, but his voice was obviously not Ye Xinyun's, so, in this room, ......

Qianshui's eyes were so red that they could drip blood, and if Ye Xinyun woke up now, he would definitely be frightened - because he could use the word terrifying.

dragged his heavy feet to the place two meters away from the jade coffin, making sure that he couldn't see what was inside the coffin at this distance, and hesitated again.

How is it possible? Resurrection? Do you think that a thousand times are alive?

But if not, what is the sound?

If he is really resurrected, what will he do? It seems that he didn't want to kill him with his own hands in the first place to agree to him to go to Ji Kang, right?

Strange, why don't you want to kill him?

There should only be the helmsman in my heart, right?

After some brainwashing, he had already walked a few more steps, and as long as he stretched out his head, he could see the situation in the coffin, but he turned his eyes to Ye Xinyun - it was his voice.

"Thousand waters?"

The voice was weak, but it did not prevent the familiar timbre from reaching Qianshui's ears, making his sleeping memories ripple slightly.

What to do?

Chisui's first thought was to escape.

But immediately thinking that he had hidden it well, he let the stiff shock on his face stop, looked at the emperor, and his murderous eyes changed to tearful eyes, "Brother Wang?! ”

He deliberately rubbed his eyes, but the emperor was more surprised than him, looking at the place where he was lying, "This, this is the jade coffin?"