It's dawn.

If he didn't return to the mausoleum, Yu Chen spit it out in one breath.

The inhuman-shaped scarecrow instantly burst into flames, and in the blink of an eye, it burned to ashes.

His eyes closed and opened.

The black tycoon magic slowly converges.

- Even now, he still doesn't know the identity of the guy who controls the characters, whether he is behind everything, or just a subordinate or companion of the real mastermind.

But there is no doubt that he died.

Nothing is left behind.

With the scarecrow turning into ashes.

In the underground vault.

The old man, whose head was separated, was completely silent and dead.

Fall silent.

It was as if the horrific scene was just a short-lived hallucination.

The "adult" stayed for a long time, and only after a long breath of turbid air did he turn and leave.

In the dark underground chamber, only a mumble remained.

"—I'll find you."

It was time for the sky to shine.

Everything that happens in the darkness is buried in the darkness and is not known.

The only thing the capital knows is one thing.

- Zhou Suke, the eighth prince, is dead.

Together with the entire Wanyong Palace, three hundred guards, one hundred palace maids, and eighty eunuchs, they died cleanly.

As soon as such a rumor came out, the entire capital exploded directly.

Although there have been cases where the Great Prince was killed before, after all, it was his own request for an expedition against the "rebels", on the battlefield, the sword has no eyes, and there is even a precedent for the Great Xia Emperor to die on the battlefield before!

It's shocking, but it's not surprising.

But the eighth prince is different, a crippled prince of salted fish, in the palace, in his own palace, died quietly.

What's even more strange is that I heard some gossip from the palace, and it was said that everyone in Wanyong Palace, including the Eighth Emperor Zhou Zhu, had come to a common conclusion after the autopsy of the Criminal Department and Zhan Tiansi.

- Hanged himself.

It's quite scalp-tingling.

You say that a crippled prince can't figure it out one day and hangs himself, that's reasonable.

But hundreds of people in a palace hanged themselves, which inevitably made people think about it.

As soon as the news came out, everyone in the market was spreading.

What kind of evil did he provoke, so that hundreds of people in the entire Wanyong Palace died unexpectedly.

But no one knows how it is.

When Emperor Qiyuan learned of this, Long Yan was furious and ordered the criminal department to investigate thoroughly.

This is the death of the prince again, and the domineering Emperor Qiyuan has a strict life, where does the criminal department dare to slack?

Not only did it find out that the Eighth Prince had participated in interfering in the trial of the Zhu family's murder tragedy, but also found some fragments of the characters from the Wanyong Palace.

Combined with the material of the rune paper and the characteristics of the drawing rune, they really found the possible murderer.

——An old Fu Master who was active in the capital during the first emperor period and later disappeared, Zhou Jiuxu.

So, the palace ordered that the entire capital should be wanted with all its might!

Finally, in the underground of an abandoned mansion in the capital, I found the old talisman master.

- Dead.

The body is separated, and it does not bear the human form, and it seems that it has suffered some kind of horrific torture before death.

But for the person who killed him, no clues were found at the scene.

But in any case, from his mustard seed bag, he found the pass token of Wanyong Palace, some of the underwear of the Eighth Prince, and dozens of unused characters......

Everything can prove that this guy is the murderer of the Wanyong Palace bloodbath.

- Case closed!

Otherwise, the huge court is like a snake in the sky, poke it and move it.

Under the high pressure of Emperor Qiyuan, in just one day, the murderer was found.

Although he is dead, he is also a murderer.

After the bloody case in Wanyong Palace, His Majesty personally presided over the corpses of the Eight Princes and more than 400 people in Wanyong Palace, and held a grand funeral together.

In the twilight, the remnant sun is like blood.

The huge funeral procession set off from the imperial palace in the capital and went up to the Mausoleum of No Return.

Along the way, the mourning and music rang out in unison, the yellow paper was all over the sky, and the sound of mourning and crying was endless, making the listeners cry and the listeners sad.

There are also ceremonial officials of the Ministry of Rites who loudly praised the deeds of the Eighth Prince's life, regretting and lamenting that he was jealous of the talents that day, and the main thing was a blind few editors.

- Even if the Eighth Prince came back to life on the spot, I am afraid that he would not be able to hear that he was talking about in the eulogy.

Anyway, after the funeral procession arrived at the Mausoleum of No Return, it was already night.

Yu Chen also took this opportunity to see some people who he couldn't see on weekdays.

For example, Emperor Qiyuan, who was wearing an emperor's robe, was not angry and self-assured, and had an expressionless face, although his Taoist cultivation was only a god, but his body exuded an indescribable mighty coercion.

and Song Xiang, who followed behind, bowing his head and bowing his eyebrows; Only then did he take over the position of the national teacher, the Southern Shenjun who broke through the fourth realm and entered the Dao, and the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty.

At this time, in the funeral procession, an old man who looked a little similar to the emperor attracted Yu Chen's attention.

This old man was dressed in regular clothes, and among the group of people who were relatives of the emperor, he looked almost eighty or ninety years old, his face was wrinkled, his eyes were cloudy, his hair was gray, and he was on a crutch and did not say a word.

It looks no different from the old men in the streets and alleys who are about to die, and half of their bodies are in the ground.

But when Yu Chen looked over with the eyes of heaven, he found that the terrifying blood qi like an almost endless cloud seemed to cover the sky!

When he looked again, he saw that the thin body seemed to contain the terrifying power of a tiger and a dragon!

The blood is like the sea, and the breath is mighty!

- What a body refining power!

Yu Chen sighed in his heart!

At this moment, I listened to the old man Wen Sheng on the side explain.

"His name is Zhou Zhu, the last general of Tiance, and he is also the teacher of the martial arts path of Zhou Yue, the king of Shenwu.

Before King Shenwu was stationed in Mobei, he had always been guarding the border pass, refining the Holy Martial Heavenly Scripture to the extreme, his qi and blood were as vast as the sea, and he killed countless demon clans in the north, and was known as the butcher general.

I heard that until all these years, the youkai in the north were terrified when they heard his name—the young youkai hadn't seen him, but fear had been carved into their blood instincts and passed down from generation to generation.

However, since this old man came back, he has been recuperating in Pule County outside the capital, and he doesn't come to the capital much.

Maybe it was the death of the Eighth Prince Zhou Zhu, who made him want to come out for a walk, right? ”

seemed to think of the old man, and the voice of the old man Wen Sheng was a little embarrassed.

Yu Chen listened and nodded slightly.

At the same time, the old man seemed to notice his gaze, raised his head, and looked at Yu Chen.

At that moment, Yu Chen only seemed to see the vast sea of blood in the endless corpse mountain from that pair of cloudy old eyes!

It was as if the earth-shattering sound of the charge sounded in his ears, as if he had witnessed the terrifying sight of thousands of troops and horses.

The two eyes met for a moment, retracted from each other, and everything was as usual.

The musicians played music, the ceremonial officials sang lyrics, the royal family lit the yellow paper, and several officials had already dug the pits, and the corpses were buried in the soil in an orderly manner.

burial, soil, monument...... After going through the whole process, it was already late at night.

The mighty funeral procession went down the mountain.

One thing, that's it.

When the sun rose as usual the next day, Yu Chen went to the Prime Minister's Mansion with a paper doppelganger and asked Song about King Rende and the iron coffin.

- Because Lu Du's cracking of the god was slow, and the eighth prince Zhou Zhu was killed again, so there has been no result in this matter.

Yu Chen wondered if Song Xiang knew something.

As a result, he was disappointed.

Song Xiang, like the old man Wensheng, although he was quite optimistic about King Rende's succession to the crown prince, he actually didn't know much about these seven princes.

None of them knew why this man had suddenly gone overseas on the pretext of illness.

Yu Chen knocked on the side again, and asked Song Xiang something about the iron coffin and the gods, but the other party also seemed to have no idea.

However, the murderer Fu Gong Master who killed hundreds of people in Wanyong Palace with his character is familiar to Song Xiang.

said that it was a spiritual servant in the period of the first emperor a few decades ago, because of his profound Taoism and mysterious methods, he was in the limelight for a while.

But the strange thing is that when the murderer was famous, he disappeared until now.

But when I saw him again, he was already a headless corpse.

So when he went down the mountain, Yu Chen didn't find out any news, so he went back to the mausoleum.

Day after day, Tuna practiced.

In the blink of an eye, a month has passed, and time is like water.

Finally, one morning a month later.

The calm, was broken.

Early this morning, Yu Chen rarely went down the mountain, took the stone and Yu Youyu to the street for a morning tea, turned into a theater to listen to a play, and finally returned to the mountain at noon with a large bag of things.

Shi went to the stove room to cook on the fire, and Yu Chen and Yu Youyu basked in the sun at the door.

It just so happened that Qinghuan came back from school and played with Xiuluo, coupled with the endless squeaky of cicadas in early July, which brought a different kind of vitality to the originally desolate Mausoleum of No Return.

"If you can, it's good to live like this." Yu Youyu stroked the hair around her ears, looked at Xiuluo who was playing in the yard, and listened to the sound of pots and pans swaying in the stove room, and suddenly sighed.

Yu Chen was stunned for a moment, and then sighed: "Who said it wasn't?" It's a pity that the monster of the same sect as you is still alive, and this seemingly peaceful capital also hides secrets, so I don't pay attention to it...... These shady things will open their mouths and swallow you and me all. ”

Yu Youyu glanced at him, and she naturally guessed it easily.

"Still thinking about the god and King Nintoku?" She asked.

Yu Chen nodded and looked at the capital city below him, "For some reason, I always have a feeling that this matter is ...... I'm afraid it's even worse than that monster from your clan. ”

Yu Youyu raised his eyebrows, "But even so, you can't come in a hurry, either wait for the dull old man to crack the divine sprout, or wait for the king of Rende to come back and ask him for clarification in person." ”

At this moment, Qing Huan in the courtyard heard the conversation between the two, suddenly leaned over and scratched his head, "His Royal Highness King Rende?" Master, Qinghuan seems to have heard the people from the academy saying today-the person who went to His Royal Highness King Rende has been found by the person sent by His Majesty and is preparing to come back! ”

Yu Chen was stunned.

King Intoku, are you coming back?

But before he could say anything.

Suddenly, the north of the capital.

In the thick firelight, the dark smoke rose up.

At the same time, the heavenly bell of the capital rang without warning!

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

(End of chapter)