After reading it, Jiang Qi fell silent.

Zhao Ying'er committed suicide, broke the intestinal poison, broke the liver and intestines of food, and was in pain until tears flowed, and in all kinds of pain, she could clearly realize that her life was passing.

This is the record of the Medicine Pill Sutra, Sun Simiao will not be wrong, he said that it is all kinds of pain, and there will be no falsehood.

But in the scene Jiang Qi saw, Zhao Ying'er had always been calm, as if the pain of breaking her liver and intestines did not exist.

She's been waiting for this day for a long time, hasn't she?

Jiang Qi thought.

On the day she got the news of Jiang Qubing's death, Zhao Ying'er was already dead, and in the next three years, what was still alive in the world was just a witness and a pair of eyes.

A pair of eyes that want to witness the murder of the enemy of the husband.

As she said in her suicide note.

Now that you are gone, why should the concubine live alone?

Originally, the matter would have ended here, ignoring the special identities of Jiang Qubing and Zhao Yinger, this was just a touching love story.

However, the accident happened to Zhao Yinger.

She committed suicide, wearing the wedding dress that day on the city walls.

Hongyi, committed suicide, or took the extremely painful intestinal poison, although Zhao Ying'er was very calm, but the pain was real.

Her original intention was to apologize to her sweetheart with this extremely painful death. ，

Sorry for being three years late to accompany you.

But the pain of her body made her soul suffer a lot.

Coupled with the Pisces jade pendant, which still has most of her spiritual space, her soul is pinned on it under the instinct of "life".

Then time changed.

The sorrow of the loss of a loved one, the pain of loneliness, and the pain of physical death.

All sorts of negative emotions tormented her soul.

In the end, he became a ghost, and he was still the most fierce ghost in red.

But even so, her consciousness is still there, knowing that she can't hurt people and kill people, and there is really no turning back.

He certainly doesn't like my blood either.

Zhao Ying'er thought so, and three hundred years have passed.

Time is the power of terror, and Zhao Ying'er is just an ordinary person.

After three hundred years of evil anger and resentment, there was not much left of her consciousness.

In the end, she relied on the vague connection between the bloodlines and the special soul of Zhao Yunying to come to Zilong Temple.

Zhao Yun recognized that this was his descendant.

is reasonable, Zhao Yun will take care of it, whether it is because this is his own bloodline descendant, or because he can't let the ghosts harm people.

"When she came to me, her consciousness was completely blurred, so she begged me to answer something."

Zhao Yun sighed in his voice.

"Kill her when she's completely enchanted."

"She would rather die than commit murder."

"Even if that's not what she intended."

"At that time, she said that even if she died, she would give him a clean Zhao Ying'er."

"Even if he can't see it."

Jiang Qi listened to Zhao Yun quietly.

Then he looked up and asked, "Is there any way to redeem it now?" ”

Jiang Qubing died on the battlefield, in a sense, this is what Jiang Qi saw with his own eyes.

But now, a person who has a close relationship with Jiang Qubing has suffered, and Jiang Qi can't stand by coldly no matter what.

He inherited Jiang Qubing's law, and it was also his ticket to enter the metaphysical cultivation world.

It can be said that it is crucial.

This is a favor, although it is essentially a transaction, Jiang Qi feels that the transaction is not over yet.

You have to give him the aftermath.

What's more, Jiang Qi learned from Huo Qubing that the Jiang Qi that Huo Qubing knew was named "Jiang Qubing".

It is impossible for Huo Quzhi to recognize the wrong person, that is, at some point, he will use this name.

I have inherited your Dharma and your name, and I have to repay you somewhat.

Jiang Qi thought silently.

"Let's go find a military advisor."

Zhao Yun said with a smile.

In Zhao Yun's opinion, this matter has little to do with Jiang Qi, in the final analysis, it is just the past three hundred years ago.

Jiang Qi is at most a painless end for Zhao Ying'er.

But now, Jiang Qi obviously wants to remove the evil spirit and resentment from Zhao Ying'er on the premise of keeping her consciousness.

Here's the difficulty.

Zhao Ying'er is now a powerful ghost, and resentment is the origin of her existence.

What Jiang Qi has to do is as if he wants to extract all the blood of a normal person and save this person's life.

Anyway, Zhao Yun has no choice.

But there must be a military advisor, Zhao Yun believes this.

If it weren't for the revival of the Han Dynasty, even if it was feathering and ascending, it wouldn't be difficult for the military advisor, right?

Zhao Yun thought.

"Prime Minister?"

When Jiang Qi heard this, he was not surprised by Zhao Yun's answer at all, because he also felt that Wuhou could do it.

"Go quickly, no matter how late it is, you will really have no skills to go back."

Zhao Yun said softly.

As I said before, Zhao Ying'er's current condition is very bad, which is equivalent to a normal person whose half of her blood has been drained, and if she is not treated in time, she will not live long.

"The junior is leaving."

Jiang Qi bowed, then turned to leave.

The statue of Zhao Yun behind him also fell silent, Zhao Yun was not full of incense, and his activities were already the limit of his heroic soul.

Five hours later, the sky was cloudy, and Jiang Qi appeared outside the Wuhou Temple.

Looking at the Wuhou Temple in front of him, he rubbed the eighteen sons on his wrist, and the figure blurred for a moment and disappeared.

When it reappeared, it was already in front of the statue of Wuhou in the Wuhou Temple.

"Jiang Qi begged to see the prime minister."

Facing the statue of Wuhou, Jiang Qi bowed meticulously.

"Buzz!"

Before the words fell, Jiang Qi heard a buzz, and his body was uncontrollably absorbed into the wall on the side, passing through without hindrance.

Jiang Qi only felt that his vision was blurred for a while, and when he recovered, he found that he was already in a grass house.

In front of him was Wu Hou who looked at him with a smile.

"I've seen the prime minister."

After Jiang Qi calmed down, he bowed down again.

"No need to be polite, I already know your intentions, let it out."

Zhuge Liang smiled slightly, and the feather fan in his hand was lightly raised.

"Yes."

Jiang Qi was not surprised at all by the prime minister's uncertain prophet, and hurriedly released Zhao Ying'er among the eighteen sons.

At this moment, Zhao Ying'er's body has become blurred, but her face is becoming more and more calm.

She is not resistant to death, not at all.

Jiang Qi tasted such a meaning.

Yes, for a person who has no concerns, death is just the beginning of another journey.

Zhuge Liang glanced at it, then shook the feather fan and said: "It's not a difficult matter, you just need to extradite the Shengqi of the Southern Dipper Six Stars, and after draining the evil qi and resentment in her body, replenish it in time, and it will be a pure soul." ”

It's very simple to say, there are only two steps, which is one step less than an elephant going into the refrigerator.

But Jiang Qi knew that these two steps were basically simple for only Wuhou to dare to say.

Whether it is Xingchen Shengqi or withdrawing evil qi without harming the ghosts, the former requires the cultivation of heaven and man, and the latter requires fine control to the extreme.

"It's easy to cure her, but after that, has Xiaoyou ever thought about it?"

Zhuge Liang asked.

When Jiang Qi heard this, he replied as a matter of course: "People and ghosts have different paths, so naturally it is bothering the prime minister to send the Buddha to the west and extradite her to the underworld for reincarnation." ”

"Underworld?"

Zhuge Liang asked with a strange expression.

"Where did you come from?"

(End of chapter)