"Heh," Mo Haoning sneered, "Then let's talk about it." After saying that, Mo Haoning waved his hand, and Chu Yun took the pen and ink and spread it aside.

Wu Sheng glanced at Mo Haoning, swallowed his saliva, and said slowly: "I was attacked from behind one night before I came to the southwest, when I was patrolling and guarding outside the camp, and when I woke up, there was a general and a person wearing a black cloak standing in front of me, the general told me that he was Lin Shichong, a general guarding the southwest, and the person wearing a black cloak was a person next to the national teacher, called Xu Yao. The black cloak said that if I could help him do one thing, then I would have endless gold and silver to spend on for the rest of my life, and I would never finish wearing Ayara, and I would never finish sleeping with girls......

"Chop!" Qiu Yueling couldn't help but take a sip of Wu Sheng.

"What does he want you to do?" Mo Haoning glanced at Qiu Yueling, and then continued to ask Wu Shengdao.

"He gave me a bamboo pot and asked me to take it with the army to the southwest, and then release the flying insects in the bamboo pot every night, and I asked him, will the flying insects come back on their own? The man said that when the flying insects were full, they would naturally go back to sleep in the bamboo pot." Speaking of this, Wu Sheng couldn't help but shudder.

"Later, he gave me a gold ingot, and I ...... So I said yes." Wu Sheng glanced at Mo Haoning with some weakness.

"What did he tell you?" Mo Changhong gritted his teeth and said. Wu Sheng's behavior was no different from a traitor in Mo Changhong's eyes, and at this moment, he couldn't wait to pick his skin and cramp his tendons.

"He...... He told me again and again not to drink alcohol and not to make flying insects angry...... He said that flying insects don't like the taste of wine, and if they get angry, they will kill me......

"Flying insects will kill you?" Mo Haoning sneered, "Do you believe this kind of nonsense?"

"At first, I didn't believe it, but then I saw with my own eyes that people in the army were constantly dying inexplicably, and I realized that that person might not be simply scaring me."

"Then why are those who died resurrected?!" Mo Changhong swept Wu Sheng's neck collar, and a pair of dark eyes exuded a terrifying killing intent and met Wu Sheng's eyes.

"I...... I don't know......" Wu Sheng's eyes were full of fear, Mo Changhong looked at the fear in Wu Sheng's eyes and let go of his hand in some astonishment, this fear was not fear of him, but something else.

"I ask you, why didn't you release the flying insects later?" Qiao Xiya thought for a while and asked.

"Because one of them went out one night and never came back." Wu Sheng swallowed his saliva and continued, "And I found that those who come back from the dead, when choosing a target, there is no choice, it is completely indiscriminate, I am afraid, I am afraid of becoming the person who is imitated......

"You'll be scared, too!" As soon as he thought of those comrades who were killed by ghost bees, Mo Changhong was so angry that he wanted to immediately break Wu Sheng's body into ten thousand pieces.

"I'm afraid ......" Wu Sheng trembled all over, his hands and feet were cold with fright, "I have seen with my own eyes that those who were imitated were dragged back from the dead into the graves where they were once buried......

"Come and see, this portrait is painted on the General Lin you said?" Mo Haoning shook the portrait away in front of Wu Sheng.

Wu Sheng looked up tremblingly, and then his eyes widened, his eyes full of horror: "It's him, it's him!"

"Lie!" Mo Changhong glared and scolded, "In the middle of the night, there is no candle flame, can you see General Lin's face clearly?!"

"The little one, the little one didn't dare to lie, it was indeed very late that day, and there was no candle flame, but the moon was very bright, and the little one could see it clearly, it was him!" Wu Sheng was so panicked that he kowtowed again and again.

"Are you telling the truth?" Mo Haoning frowned, he was about to end the questioning, he was worried that if he continued to ask, Wu Sheng would really be scared to death on the spot.

"Lord Wang, Lord Wang, help, the small sentences are true, there is no half a lie!" Wu Sheng prostrate at Mo Haoning's feet and kowtowed repeatedly, like a chicken chattering on broken rice, "Please also ask the prince to save me......

"Save you?" Mo Haoning was confused.

"Save you? Lao Tzu will kill you alive now and avenge the brothers!" Seeing that Mo Haoning had finished asking all the questions he should have asked, Mo Changhong took out Tian Hanfei's saber on the side, and went straight to Wu Sheng with it.

"Second brother!"

Mo Haoning hurriedly stopped and hugged Mo Changhong, "Second brother, this person can't be killed yet."

"Why?" Mo Changhong's blood poured into his pupils, and the hand holding the knife trembled slightly.

"He's dead, and this confession is useless." Mo Haoning said in a low voice.

When Mo Changhong heard this, he broke free from Mo Haoning, gritted his teeth and was silent for a moment, and said, "Lao Tzu will leave your dog's life for a few more days!" After that, the knife fell, and one of Wu Sheng's hands was cut off by Qi Gen on the spot, and blood splattered all over the ground.

Accompanied by Wu Sheng's heart-rending screams, Mo Changhong picked up the severed hand and walked out of the tent, saying as he walked, "Youping, prepare wine!" I will mourn my brethren!"

"Come, press the mudra!" Looking at Mo Changhong's back, Mo Haoning pulled Wu Sheng's remaining hand, dipped the blood on the wound, and pressed it on the confession recorded by Chu Yun.

"Take a piece of cloth in your mouth, take it to a tent farther away, and watch it! Don't let him die!" Mo Haoning folded the confession and put it in his arms, and commanded in a cold voice.

"Yes!" Immediately, a soldier stepped forward and dragged the screaming Wu Sheng out of the tent.

"Lord Wang, what about those imitators?" It wasn't until she couldn't hear Wu Sheng's screams that Qiao Xiya asked.

"Imitators?" Mo Haoning frowned, "The ghost bees are all dead, will there be any imitators?"

"Yes." Qiao Xiya nodded, "The ghost bee just wants people's lives without knowing it, and it can't resurrect the dead."

Mo Haoning was stunned for a moment, yes, the problem of resurrection from the dead has not been clarified......

"And what are your plans?" Mo Haoning looked at Qiao Xiya seriously, in this regard, he completely obeyed Qiao Xiya's decision.

"I'd like to go to the places where the soldiers are buried, and maybe I'll find out." Qiao Xiya hesitated, but decided to go.

"Go back?" Mo Haoning didn't expect Qiao Xiya to make such a decision, "Aren't you afraid? It's full of imitators, and if you're not careful, you'll be targeted by them, and once you're targeted, you'll never come back! No, I don't agree!" Mo Haoning opposed Qiao Xiya for the first time.

"Lord Wang," Qiao Xiya was deeply blessed, "they are all innocent victims, if they don't go, they will be trapped here forever, or continue to endure the suffering of being immersed in the Nai River, or look for an opportunity to assassinate people passing by here, the Lord and His Royal Highness should not want to see such a scene."

"But if something happens to you, how do you want me to explain to Lord Qiao and Mrs. Qiao......" Mo Haoning admitted that Qiao Xiya was right, but he still didn't want Qiao Xiya to take this risk.

"Aren't you still there?" Qiao Xiya smiled playfully, "Don't worry, it'll be fine."

"I'll go with you." Qiu Yueling's voice came from behind Qiao Xiya.

"Your Highness, you can't do it." As soon as she heard that Qiu Yueling was also going, Qiao Xiya immediately panicked, "You can't go!" It's a dangerous place......

"In the future, if it is also dangerous to save the insect king, will you back down?" Qiu Yueling looked at Qiao Xiya.

"Of course not!" Qiao Xiya didn't think about it, and blurted out.

"That's it, you can be born and die for my mother, so why can't I do something for you, for Daning?"