Inscription of Different Cases

Chapter 132 Decisive Battle 5

"Is King Zhao inside?" Han Lang asked tentatively.

Qinglian nodded: "Not only him, but also a group of captured mortals, they should be what you call 'courtiers'."

"Then why are you still standing there?" He Yijiu urged, "Hurry up and save people!"

"Wait." A voice intersected between them, they looked around and found no one, only to realize that it was Shen Minggui who used the technique of sound transmission.

"What's the matter?" He Yijiu was obviously impatient.

Shen Minggui said leisurely: "You can go in, but I don't care what happens."

Han Lang immediately sensed something was wrong: "What do you mean?"

"Imperial palace is not a place where you can come and go whenever you want, you know?" Shen Minggui sneered, "The old man—that is, the emperor—is the reincarnation of the star Ziwei in the sky, and it is destiny to have this battle , It is not caused by the decline of the national fortune. Now the dragon veins in the imperial palace are strong and have not weakened. Even if you do not alarm the gods, you will be invaded by the yang energy when you enter the imperial palace.

Han Lang was in a hurry: "Then what should we do, let's just stand outside and watch?!"

Shen Minggui laughed a few times: "Your evaluation of yourself is very accurate--in a word, let Qinglian accompany you in, and remember not to delay too long, lest you lose your life."

He Yijiu found a problem: "Why can Qinglian go in?"

"Because he has ten thousand years of cultivation, and you are just little demons like ants."

The two of them fell silent, curling their lips angrily.

Qinglian led the way, while Han Lang rode on He Yijiu's back and ran towards the palace quickly.As soon as they arrived at the door, they felt an uncomfortable heat wave, as aggressive as the noon sun on a hot day, making them just want to hide in a dark corner.The guards at the gate almost ran away, and the remaining two saw them approaching, their legs trembled like chaff in fright, and after a scream of "ah", they threw away the spears in their hands and ran away with their heads in their arms.

They pushed open the palace door without much effort, wherever Qinglian went, the walls and floors were covered with a layer of white frost, and the wind was blowing, making them much more comfortable than when they first started.Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered, Han Lang suddenly felt that his body was empty, and he fell directly. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and turned his body in mid-air, so that he was able to land firmly on the ground.He Yijiu was not so good, he hadn't recovered from his forward posture, rolled around on the ground, and almost hit the courtyard wall at the other end.

"What the hell? How did it change back?" He Yijiu stood up in embarrassment, grabbed the broken ice that had been rubbed on the ground, with an inexplicable expression on his face.

Han Lang was also puzzled, and it was only then that Shen Minggui's voice floated over: "I forgot to tell you that this place is full of yang energy, and you may not be able to display your original combat power."

"Damn, why didn't you say it earlier!"

"Pindao didn't remember it for a while."

He Yijiu gritted his teeth, so angry that he wanted to rush out of the city and twist Shen Minggui's neck.It's not just once or twice that I was entrapped by this person. Sometimes I thought he was a teammate, and he stabbed him in the back, and sometimes I thought he was an enemy, and he came to help with a smile. It was really annoying.

Han Lang suppressed his anger, muttered "I'll settle the score later", and pulled He Yijiu to follow Qinglian's pace.The palace is no more orderly than the outside, eunuchs and maids have already taken advantage of the chaos and hid, some even fled outside the palace.Although they encountered guards along the way, most of them were defeated and did not even intend to stop them.Many people saw the vision of freezing everywhere from a distance, and they were so frightened that they couldn't stand still, and fled as if they were dying.

Basically, there are no obstacles encountered along the way. The winding palace gates and palace roads seem to have no end. I don’t know when I will reach the destination.He Yijiu had fainted a long time ago, and Han Lang was a little out of breath.The so-called "dragon veins" in this palace really made them overwhelmed. No wonder no monsters have usurped the throne since ancient times, Han Lang thought to himself, and then took a deep look at Qinglian's back.Those with strength are not interested, and those without strength cannot enter.

The two walked deeper and deeper, only to feel that the heat wave was unabated, and Qinglian's dark wind seemed to be a little bit unstoppable.He Yijiu couldn't help cursing: "Damn it! Why is it so hot, it's like falling into a soup pot!"

Han Lang couldn't help laughing out loud, and joked, "Tiger bone soup is a great tonic."

"Come on, I think you want to taste the tiger whip."

Han Lang's smile froze, and he immediately punched He Yijiu: "Shut up for me!"

Qinglian in front of her seemed to have no interest in their flirting, but Shen Minggui let out two rather disdainful "tsk tsk".

"arrive."

After an unknown amount of time, Qinglian, who was floating in front of her, stopped suddenly. Han Lang didn't stop the car, and passed through Qinglian's body, shivering from the cold.What appeared in front of my eyes was not an imaginary dungeon or prison, but an ordinary bedroom.However, it is heavily guarded and even has towering sentry towers.The soldiers inside patrolled in an orderly manner, and it seemed that they were all dead soldiers trained by the virtuous king.

The two and one ghost lurked outside and began to discuss what to do.Originally, with their strength, there would be no problem forcibly breaking in, but King Zhao was in their hands. Han Lang was worried that the enemy would not be able to resist, so he simply used King Zhao or other prisoners as a shield, and they came to save people Isn't it self-defeating?

"They definitely knew we would come," He Yijiu said in a low voice, "They must be fully prepared."

"I am now worried that they will transfer King Zhao out."

"Not yet," Qinglian said leisurely, "I went in and looked, and the person is still there."

Han Lang raised his eyebrows: "You can go in, no one can find out?"

Qinglian nodded: "I'm not a living person. Although there are Taoist priests in it, their knowledge is too shallow."

He Yijiu frowned and thought for a moment, then said: "Why don't we let Qinglian go in to frighten them, and then we go in?"

"No," Han Lang shook his head. "The King Zhao is still in their hands. As long as we show up, they will definitely kidnap King Zhao and escape."

"Forcibly bring King Zhao out?"

"It's too risky."

"Tsk, trouble," He Yijiu complained, "Then why don't we wait until they hold King Zhao hostage, and we'll attack from both sides."

Without saying a word, Han Lang began to think silently, and said after a while, "Then it's better not to show up, and use other methods to make them have to take the prisoners to transfer, and then we will lie in ambush and attack in the chaos."

"Like what?"

"For example..." Han Lang glanced at the bedroom and smiled slightly, "Let them have nowhere to wait."

The sleeping hall is usually not crowded with people, because the area is full of white plum blossoms. The first emperor used to like white plums very much, but later lost interest, so few people came to this place, and the concubines also moved away.I don't know if it's because there are too many white plum blossoms. This courtyard is really cold and threatening. Moss has grown on the walls that have not been cleaned for a long time, and spider webs are also hanging under the eaves.It was getting dark, and the two guards were drowsy under the hanging spider. Just as their eyelids were about to close, they were awakened by the sound of patrolling military boots.

"Wake up, everyone!"

The dozing guard shouted "Yes", but curled his lips secretly.There was a cold sobbing sound from behind Meilin in the distance. The concubines who had served the late emperor lived there. Now that the dynasty has changed in the court, the late emperor is no longer there. They cry bitterly every night, like a cold palace. Abandoned Wife.

This is a place where prisoners are held temporarily, but it is covered with mournful and desperate cries every night, which makes people extremely disgusted.The guard cursed "dead woman" in a low voice, and looked up at the sky.The moonlight is clear and the stars are dotted, which looks very comfortable.It's just that the surrounding area seems to be getting colder and colder. He couldn't help pulling his clothes tighter. It doesn't seem to be this cold usually. Could it be that it's going to snow again?

It's really annoying, just end it now.he thinks.He didn't want to continue looking at the captive here, it was too boring and difficult to endure.

The wind was blowing, scraping people's faces like knives.He turned his head, glanced to the corner of the wall, and vaguely saw something white wriggling on the ground, like a disgusting bug.He took a closer look, and there was nothing there, it was empty, only some plaster and dead grass remained.

He suddenly became uneasy, and he didn't know what he was worried about.So he walked over with the knife in his hand, lowered his head to search carefully, and found that there was really nothing on the ground.He felt a little panicked in his heart, at this moment, the back of his neck suddenly felt cold, he let out a scream of "ah" in fright, scratched and jumped like a cramp, everyone turned their heads to look at him, Seeing that he grabbed a piece from the back of his neck and threw it on the ground, he took a closer look, it was just a piece of ice.

But there was a red lump in the ice that looked like a pool of blood.

"what is this?"

"It fell from the roof?"

Others muttered and discussed for a while, but there was no result.They stepped up their guard and looked around, but there was still nothing.So they all vented their resentment on this person, cursing angrily: "You bastard, make a fuss."

There was nothing the man could do, he cursed secretly, and stomped the ice into pieces.

The courtyard has returned to its original appearance, with the sound of a woman weeping outside, and the sighs of a prisoner in the house, but everything else is fine.But this man couldn't calm down no matter what. He had been a soldier for five years, and he was convinced that he was used to seeing life and death scenes, but there was an unknown dead spot deep in his heart.

He is afraid of ghosts.

But his colleague came up to chat with him at this time, and he grinned and said, "Do you know that people died in this place."

His heart trembled, and he tried his best to keep his face unchanged: "Tsk, no one has died before."

"You know why the former emperor didn't like to come here, because the white plums here are stained with the blood of the dead, so they bloom extraordinarily beautifully."

Just the beginning of an ordinary story.But the man shivered for a moment: "Stop talking, I'm on guard."

But the other party was unwilling to stop: "Ah, according to the legend, Concubine Duan, who lived here before, froze to death in the plum blossom forest in a snowy day. She was on her back, and her whole body was stiff. Then, someone saw a white ice edge coming from Crawling out of her eyes, mouth, and ears, like wriggling worms, slowly bleeding out..."

While talking, the man suddenly felt that his colleague's face seemed different from usual.It was too white, without a trace of blood, and the facial features seemed to have shifted.The courtyard was pitch-black, and with a little moonlight from the sky, he saw his colleague's hair falling down at some point, and the eyes from the back were staring straight at him without any emotion.

The other party just said quietly: "It's like a hell under the underworld, like a green lotus..."

In the next moment, there was only a muffled sound, and the colleague's body suddenly swelled up, as if he was full of gas in an instant.Then, his body exploded, his internal organs shattered, and his limbs immediately turned into fragments of flesh.Before the others had time to scream, they saw more and more dense snowflakes falling in, and the broken limbs on the ground were covered with frost in an instant, really like blue lotus flowers.

The person closest to him was drenched in blood, and when he lowered his head, he found that he was holding a broken foot in his arms at some point.He screamed in fright, and hurriedly threw the broken foot out. Unexpectedly, the limbs on the ground moved slowly, especially the head with rolling eyes, which started to look at him again.

"Help, help--" the man finally had time to let out a scream, and the people around him were in a mess, some still cared about picking up their weapons, and some were already standing there at a loss.

"Stand back, it's a ghost!"

The Taoist priest rushed forward and hurriedly formed seals, but a gust of wind blew past, and their bodies were all frozen into ice sculptures.At this moment, countless dense black birds flew out of the courtyard, pecking at anyone they saw, but they couldn't hit the real thing when they went up with their swords, as if they were just clusters of phantoms in front of them.Immediately afterwards, they saw a man with disheveled hair, his face was covered with tiger stripes, and there were terrifying fangs in his mouth.They couldn't care less about identifying who this person was, if they were still rational, they would see another man dragging this person back into the bushes, and then warned in a low voice: "Come back! What if you are recognized! "

He Yijiu felt very wronged: "Look at my face, look at my teeth, how can you recognize me!"

Han Lang knocked him once, and then summoned a group of blackbirds to rush into the courtyard again: "That's fine, the more bizarre the better, how can you scare people standing outside like a living person?"

He Yijiu sat down sullenly, hating himself for not being able to use spells, not even to scare people.

The opponent didn't know what to do, and saw that the courtyard wall was covered with frost every inch of it, and anyone who touched it would immediately be frozen into an ice sculpture.At this moment they finally figured out a way, and one of them hissed, "Run—take the prisoners! Run away!!"

"Success!" Han Langxi said.

The people in the courtyard quickly assembled, dragged the prisoners out of the room, stuffed them into the prison cart, and fled outwards with all their might.Such anxious migration obviously made these prisoners in heavy shackles overwhelmed. The guards whipped their backs wildly with horsewhips, forcing them to follow.Seeing that the team drove more than ten feet away, it was almost the same, Han Lang and He Yijiu jumped out together and rushed into the enemy's formation.

Qinglian also appeared from the courtyard to assist them.Han Lang kicked away the guards and cut off the shackles with his sword. He Yijiu threw several guards off the prison car like sacks, then sat down on the driver's seat and snatched the reins.

"drive!"

The horse felt He Yijiu's demonic aura, and immediately ran out as if dying. "Come up!" Han Lang yelled at the prisoners who didn't keep up, and those who were behind were directly lifted by Qinglian with ice cubes from left to right, and lifted them upside down, their teeth trembling from the cold immediately.The guard was still yelling behind, but soon lost track of him.Han Lang and He Yijiu looked at each other with a smile, and elbowed each other, both excited about their successful escape.

"Nice job."