In the past, when Mu Yirong and Ruicao were together, Prince Nineteen would definitely spare no effort to tease and tease the two.

But all his spirit today was focused on the eldest prince and his wife and Konoe Hayashi Zhengyi, and he was completely unaware of Seocho's gaze observing him.

The unusually nineteenth prince, the strangeness revealed by his body today is really not a little bit of a star!

and the eldest prince, the couple, are also a little too sweet, as if they are afraid that others will not know that they are newly married!

Mu Yirong, whose eyes had been on Seocho, saw her eyes drifting around, but he didn't look at him, so he couldn't help leaning forward slightly, blocking Seocho's sight. Then he smiled and took Seocho's hand and asked her if she still had enough dim sum?

Seeing through Mu Yirong's careful thinking, Ruicao couldn't help but laugh in his heart, but he didn't expect that the dignified Dali Temple squire, a well-known young man in the capital, usually pretended to be stable and mature, and looked confident, but in fact, it was a naïve little sauerkraut tank!

"I think the Nineteenth Prince is a bit unusual today. ”

Hearing Seocho's words in a low voice, Mu Yirong tilted his head slightly, as if unintentionally, he secretly looked the nineteenth prince up and down.

Judging from the body movements and expressions of the Nineteenth Prince, he seemed a little nervous and a little absent-minded.

Obviously, he found the illusionist and invited everyone to watch the illusion show, but his mind was not above the performance at all.

Turning around, Mu Yirong, who was about to say something to Seocho, just opened his mouth when a burst of applause suddenly sounded around him.

It turned out that the illusionist, who had once again walked to the front of the circular stage, was taking off his hat and saluting the crowd, announcing that the next performance was about to begin.

At some point, a long and narrow wooden box was placed on top of the circular stage, which looked as if it were hanging in the air from a distance, just above the illusionist's waist, almost level with the audience's line of sight.

The long and narrow box is dark throughout, as if a piece of darkness has been cut out of the night, and it is used to wrap the wooden box in its entirety, which makes people feel a little uncomfortable to look at.

The tall Hu Ren illusionist, holding an assistant chief horn boy, first saluted the people in the stands, and then the two walked to the narrow black wooden box.

The Hu Ren illusionist helped the assistant of the general horn child, stepped on a small number, and lay down in the narrow black wooden box.

The assistant of the chief horn boy sitting in the wooden box smiled innocently and waved to everyone, but for a moment, everyone saw that inside the black box, it seemed that a black shadow had floated, enveloping the chief horn child. And the child sitting in the black box was not aware at all, and still smiled very sweetly and happily.

Among the concubines of the Nineteenth Prince, there were many timid people, and when they saw the black shadow floating out of the black box, they all gasped in fright.

But the black shadow was fleeting, as if everyone was just dazzled and mistaken, and the two people performing on the stage were completely unconscious, and continued to perform on their own.

The child sitting in a long black wooden box, after greeting the spectators in the stands, lay flat on his back in the wooden box. Then the lid of the wooden box was closed and buckled.

The black wooden box is not long, and the head and feet of the horned child are exposed on both sides of the wooden box. txt

The horned boy tilted his head in the direction of the stands, the corners of his mouth curved upward, and he smiled at everyone.

But for some reason, the smile on his face was not the innocent smile of an ordinary child, but it looked like someone had pulled the corners of his mouth upward, which was very weird and infiltrating.

While everyone was looking at the smiling Horned Boy, the illusionist standing in front of the wooden box suddenly shook the black cloak he was wearing and made a very gorgeous gesture, attracting everyone's attention.

The arched Hu Ren illusionist, his arms seemed to be rusty above the head of the horned boy, shaking irregularly, and from a distance, it looked like a marionette manipulated by someone, which was very strange.

"This is a cursed box, and anyone who is locked in it will feel very uncomfortable, how do you feel now?"

The Hu Ren illusionist who spoke slowly, spit out a pitch-changing voice from his mouth, which was very dull, like a sound made through a coffin board, completely different from his usual voice when he spoke, as if he was a different person.

Hearing the inquiry, the head of the child shook his exposed head, indicating that he didn't feel anything.

But before he could speak, his neck and head, which were exposed outside the wooden box, suddenly looked like a broken engine, and it was very unnatural and irregular, and it turned indiscriminately.

The assistant of the chief horn boy with his head twisted wildly, and his voice was intermittent, and he said in a very strange tone: "I...... I felt it, I felt an evil force, it was ...... It's eroding my body. Fast...... Get me out. ”

The voice of the child in the head corner sounds fluttery, not quite like a normal person.

A cold wind blew, and the people in the stands couldn't help but shiver, their nerves became tense, and they listened intently to the conversation between the illusionist on the stage and the child in the head corner who was locked in a wooden box.

"Actually, this black wooden box was once used to seal an evil god, but anyone who was locked up in it would be possessed as long as they chanted the name of that evil god. ”

When the Hu Ren illusionist said this, another gust of wind blew, and the black cloak behind him was suddenly blown up, and from a distance, it seemed as if black demonic wings had grown on his back.

Lying in the black wooden box, the head horn boy had wide eyes, tilted his head in horror, and prayed to the Hu Ren illusionist with a crying voice: "Don't, don't chant his name, I don't want to be possessed by evil gods." Please...... Please, let me out!"

The Hu Ren Illusionist, who was slowly falling from the black cloak behind his back, stretched out his hand with a reverent expression, and lightly touched the forehead of the little boy with tears in his eyes.

"Fear not, you are about to become a god of great power. ”

As he spoke, the Hu Ren Illusionist suddenly recited a strange incantation that sounded very tongue-twisting and had an extremely strong mysterious overtone.

The humble cry and pleading of the child in the general corner, coupled with the strange chant that Hu Ren illusionist couldn't understand, rendered the atmosphere on the round stage to the extreme of horror.

The concubines and cowardly concubines who were behind the seat of the Nineteenth Prince were all trembling with fright, huddled together, and begged the Nineteenth Prince to stop the performance of the Hu Ren illusionist and save the miserable screaming boy from really descending.

Ma Anyuan, who has seen a lot of acrobatic illusion performances, is also the first time to see this kind of battle, and his heart is furious, and the cold hairs are standing up. But the Ministry of Works, Tuntian Lang Nachar, who was sitting next to him, was a coward, so frightened that he turned into an octopus, and tightly coiled on the body of the big horse An Yuan, almost strangling An Yuan to death.