The Emperor's arrows pierced the wrists and ankles of the dangling woman.

I heard the woman snort, and blood gushed out of her limbs, flowing into the Fuxi Bagua diagram below like a blood line.

This is the person behind it, the so-called "blood sacrifice".

Let a living person die with blood spilled.

Shen Lingxi lowered his eyes and looked at the ground, blood and rain mixed with cinnabar, and the Fuxi gossip diagram dyed red little by little, trying his best to suppress the anger in his heart.

If not, she knew the other party's intentions in advance and replaced the little aunt in time.

The person hanging on this head now is her little aunt.

"It's a trick that's really damaging." Liu Meiren floated beside Shen Lingxi, and said: "Last time in the Drunken Flower Courtyard, the murderer did this to Mr. Chunshan, you say, does that person have any special hobbies in this regard?" Even when the tyrant was alive back then, whoever he wanted to die would only give the other party a good time, and it was the first time I had seen such a person. ”

Liu Meiren's words reminded Shen Lingxi.

She remembered that Yuzhu seemed to have been bled to death in the ice cellar in the East Palace.

Although it was Cui Yuma's hand, this technique, I have to say, is somewhat similar to these two cases.

In the past few years, Shen Lingxi has done a lot of white things in the capital, and he has also seen a lot of dead souls.

There was once an old man who had worked all his life, and after his death, he told her that in this capital, there are still some powerful people who take pleasure in killing people, although they are dressed in human skin, they are more terrible than evil ghosts. It's just that they are in high positions of power and regard human life as a mustard, and no one dares to mess with them.

Shen Lingxi thought of this and raised his eyes to look at the other side.

At this moment, in the corner of the mausoleum directly opposite her, there was a middle-aged woman wearing a sea green robe.

The woman is holding a string of Buddhist beads in her hand, and her delicate and beautiful face is neither sad nor joyful.

Zhu Lianxi stood beside the woman, with a little caution on her face, not knowing what she was whispering.

"Boom ......"

The thunder in the sky, like exploding firecrackers, became louder and denser.

Shen Lingxi's gaze swept over the woman's face, and then looked at the woman hanging on the mausoleum, and the dark clouds above the woman's head that were getting lower and lower.

At this moment, suddenly a lightning bolt accompanied by thunder swept across the sky and slashed towards the two carved dragon stone pillars!

The electric light that flashed with sparks followed the iron chain of the stone pillar and slashed at the woman hanging in mid-air.

"Ah......h

But the electric light did not disappear, and it followed the woman's body and hit the Fuxi Bagua Array under her.

This heavenly thunder is like a divine punishment from heaven.

The sparkling electric light flickered on the Fuxi Bagua Array, and the scene looked weird, but also because of the cinnabar Bagua Array, it had a bit of divinity.

Everyone, including the emperor, held their breath.

"Boom!"

Immediately afterward, another thunderclap struck.

Lightning struck the pillar again, this time with even more lightning.

Everyone can see with the naked eye that the lightning with sparks, like an electric snake with a bloody mouth, winds in all directions along the Fuxi Bagua Array.

The Bagua Array was lit up by electric light.

The crowd gasped.

"This is a miracle from heaven, a miracle from heaven!"

The bull-nosed veterans of the Daolu Division who followed the emperor shouted one by one.

Reverently, they knelt down in the direction of the thunder falling.

The closest to the emperor are all the princes and nobles and ministers of the humerus in this court.

At this moment, even if people no longer believe in ghosts and gods, it is difficult to question them when they see such a scene.

"Those two sedan chairs, on this gossip map, the other party doesn't want to lead the sky to thunder and chop Xiao Langjun to death??!" Liu Meiren looked at Shen Lingxi and said in a panic.

She only knew that this so-called "festival" was a killing game by the other party against Chu Yan, but she didn't know how the other party was going to make a move.

After all, Liu Meiren is a ghost and has lived for most of her life.

This kind of method of leading the sky and thunder to split people is not unseen in the previous dynasty.

At this moment, she was only worried that if another thunderbolt came down, the sedan chair that Chu Yan was in would not be able to be saved!

"What are you still doing in a daze!" Liu Meiren hurriedly urged: "Don't hurry up and remind Xiao Langjun, if you delay any longer, he will be killed by thunder!" ”

However, to her surprise -

Shen Lingxi's eyes were heavy and he looked at the sparkling gossip map on the ground, and he didn't look like he was about to rush forward at all.

"Don't worry." She pretended to hide her lips in horror and said in a low voice: "They went to great lengths to lure people to the Imperial Mausoleum, it must be more than just causing the sky to thunder and kill Chu Yan. ”

Seeing that she had come to this point, Liu Meiren still had the heart to explain these things to herself, which was enough to see that she had already expected the situation in front of her.

Liu Meiren finally relaxed, "You two are trying to scare me to death!" ”

When the words fell, there was another "boom" of thunder, which split down from the clouds.

The electric light followed the iron chain and merged into the Bagua diagram again.

And this time, those electric lights, like an electric snake with a bloody mouth, snaked towards the sedan chair in the east.

There is no doubt that under this seemingly cinnabar pattern of Fuxi Bagua Pattern, there must be something hidden that can direct lightning to the sedan chair.

"Your Highness!"

At this moment, Shen Lingxi pretended to be panicked and shouted, "Your Highness, danger!" ”

"Your Majesty, this day the thunder is going to split the palanquin of His Highness!"

She shouted, and was about to run in the direction of the sedan chair—

"Stop her." The Emperor commanded with a frown.

As soon as the words fell, an internal guard stepped forward and stopped Shen Lingxi.

Shen Lingxi had tears in his eyes and pleaded eagerly: "Your Highness, Your Highness is still in the sedan chair, if you are struck by thunder, Your Highness may not be able to save your life, please save Your Highness!" ”

"You know what, I'm saving Rokuro." The emperor said in a majestic voice: "Whether Liulang can come back to life depends on this ritual." ”

"The emperor can't ...... No, ...... It's going to die! Shen Lingxi cried and begged in shock.

The emperor watched the lightning rush towards the sedan chair, and he was even more convinced of what Yun Ya said, so he naturally couldn't listen to Shen Lingxi's words.

"Boom!"

At the same time, lightning bolts slashed down from the oppressive clouds and struck the carved dragon pillar.

One, two, three, four......

There were four bolts of lightning, which slashed down one after another, and the woman who was hanging in mid-air straightened her limbs stiffly, and could no longer make any sound.

Most of the gossip diagram was lit up by electric light.

Everyone saw that the lightning was rushing towards the palanquin on the east side in waves.

The cyan sedan chair crackled and sparkled.

If someone is in a sedan chair, he will definitely die like a woman hanging in mid-air!

Everyone present did not expect that this so-called festival of praying for the crown prince and the ten princes would be such a scene.

The scene was silent.

Only Shen Lingxi's desperate cry was particularly miserable under this rolling thunder.

"Boom, la-la-......" downpour fell from the sky.

The thunder finally roared away because of the heavy rain falling.

Under the heavy rain, people can't see the scene on the mausoleum clearly.

Zhu Lianxi stepped forward with his chamberlain and held up an oil-paper umbrella for the emperor.

The emperor was about to go to the sedan chair to check on Chu Yan's condition.

"Your Majesty, look at it...... That...... What is that? Zhu Lianxi suddenly pointed to the middle of the mausoleum and exclaimed.

His voice was shrill and loud, and it sounded just as the thunder stopped, and immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Everyone stared at it—

I saw that under the heavy rain curtain, a figure dressed in white was wearing a cloak and lying in the middle of the gossip map.

People subconsciously felt that it was the woman hanging between the stone pillars who fell to the ground.

But when they looked up, they found that the woman in white was still hanging in the air, and the Kunlun Nu mask on her face had been struck by the thunder, leaving only a charred body.

This person lying in the middle of the gossip diagram is not her.

So where did this person come from, in full view of everyone? Who is he?

Just when everyone was wondering—

The man in white, who was lying on the ground, suddenly moved.

He struggled to get up from the ground, his hair scattered, and staggered towards the emperor.

"Are you a human or a ghost?" Zhu Lianxi guarded in front of the emperor, and asked in a sharp voice.

He called to the internal guard in a panic, "Come on, escort!" Hurry up! ”

The inner guard was about to step forward, but the man in white stumbled and stopped.

He brushed away his long hair, knelt on the ground, and called out to the emperor in an affectionate voice, "Father...... It's a son...... It's the son who has returned, and the father ......."

This voice shook the emperor's body.

"Your Highness......" Zhu Lianxi was the first to recognize who that person was, and exclaimed in disbelief, "Your Highness, it's Your Highness...... His Highness...... Back from the dead! ”

As soon as these words came out, from the princes and nobles, the ministers of the humerus, to the palace maids and eunuchs, all showed surprise on their faces.

The dead are brought back to life.

Or in the ancient gossip array of the gods and thunders from the sky.

This is indeed a miracle from heaven!

The Emperor was so shocked by this great change that he was speechless.

He could never have imagined that this ritual of unlocking the curse would bring his son, who had been dead for many years, back to life.

Is the person in front of him really a big man, or is someone with ulterior motives pretending?

The remnants of sanity seemed to remind the emperor that this was probably a hoax.

However, the next moment-

"Dalang! My son......" At this moment, a woman in a sea green robe rushed up towards the man in white from the corner of the mausoleum.

"It's Concubine Qi." In the crowd, someone recognized the woman and let out a low voice.

Everyone saw her stretching out her hand to caress the face of the man in white, as if to confirm whether he was their son.

"Mother, it's a child." The man in white choked up and said: "The gods can't bear to be the heir of my Chu clan, so he specially gifted the child to return to the yang, and the child is really alive!" ”

His voice was loud and powerful, even though it was raining heavily, it was loud enough to be heard.

The woman seemed to finally confirm that he was really her son, whimpered, hugged the body of the man in white, and cried bitterly, "God has eyes, God has eyes!" My son, you are alive! ”

Qi Guifei's confirmation finally dispelled the last trace of doubt in the emperor.

The emperor took Zhu Lianxi's arm, walked to the eldest prince, and stretched out his hand tremblingly to touch his face.

Feeling the warmth of the skin under his fingertips, the emperor choked up and hugged the man's body, "Da Lang, it's Da Lang." It's good to be back...... Just come back. ”

"The resurrection of the great prince from the dead is a miracle from heaven, God bless me Da Zhou, congratulations to the emperor, congratulations to the emperor!" Zhu Lianxi congratulated loudly.

This sound, which made the people who were still in shock, also came back to their senses one after another, and shouted in unison: "Miracles from heaven, congratulations to the emperor, congratulations to the emperor!" ”

"Miracles from heaven, congratulations to the emperor, congratulations to the emperor!"

It was also a coincidence that in the midst of this high-pitched congratulatory sound, the rain gradually weakened.

From the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, people spread ten, ten, hundred, hundred, and in less than a quarter of an hour, all the officials and people who braved the pouring rain to watch the ceremony knew that the "miracles" that happened on the mausoleum.

The crowd was boiling and cheering, at this moment, no one paid attention anymore, on the mausoleum, on both sides of the Fuxi Bagua Diagram, there were still two sedan chairs, parked there.

It seems that no one cares about whether His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and the Ten Princes survived this ritual.

After all, the resurrection of the Great Prince from the dead is equivalent to the embodiment of auspiciousness from the sky.

This means that the curse of the Emperor will come to an end, and the Chu royal family will have a successor.

It's all magical, as if it were the will of the gods.

It is foreseeable that from now on, in the hearts of the people of the Great Zhou, this great prince who came back from the dead is the messenger of the gods.

The right of the king is divinely granted.

In the future, I am afraid that even the prestige of the emperor will not be able to surpass the eldest prince.

Not to mention, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, whose fate is unknown.

When the emperor calmed down his excitement, the rain gradually stopped.

The emperor stood up and faced the ministers and the people under the mausoleum.

"Silence!" The chamberlain sang and spoke.

The boiling crowd gradually quieted down.

The emperor cleared his throat and was about to personally announce the news of the resurrection of the eldest prince from the dead-

"His Royal Highness the Prince......" A woman's mournful cry came from the blue sedan chair on the east side of the mausoleum.

This sound finally made everyone, including the emperor, remember that there was also a prince Chu Yan whose life and death were uncertain.

Everyone turned their heads to look and saw the crown princess Shen Lingxi, holding the sedan curtain tightly in her hand, crying bitterly.

The sedan curtain was blocked in front of the sedan chair, making it difficult to see the situation inside.

It's just that between the curtains pulled up by Shen Lingxi, a scorched black thing is faintly revealed.

Look, it looks like a human leg bone.

The color was exactly the same as the charred black corpse that had been struck by lightning hanging in mid-air.

Everyone saw that when the thunder rolled down, the Fuxi gossip diagram was connected to the electric light on the sedan chair.

Being struck by lightning like this is indeed within the scope of people's cognition.

After all, "coming back from the dead" is not something that everyone can encounter.

Even if the Chu royal family has accumulated great virtue from their ancestors, it is impossible for them to have two descendants at the same time, and they can be blessed by God and brought back to life.

The emperor looked at the charred black bone with a sad look on his face.

He walked a few steps to the sedan chair and said with difficulty, "Rokuro he ......"

Shen Lingxi cried for a moment, as if thinking of something, and looked up at the emperor, "Your Majesty, the courtier's daughter-in-law has a word, I want to ask His Highness, and I implore the emperor for permission." ”

The emperor looked at her sad face, and when he thought of his nephew in the sedan chair, a little regret rose in his heart.

He turned sideways and acquiesced to Shen Lingxi's request.

Shen Lingxi looked at the eldest prince who was supported by Zhu Lianxi, with a heavy grievance in his eyes, and asked with hatred: "Your Highness, you have been blessed by the gods and brought back to life. Can you tell me, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, why he is the way he is? ”