Chapter 1908

Su Chen didn't speak. He felt that what Hong Mingshou said was not the truth, or that what he said was not all the truth.

No one knows better than him how loyal Hong Mingshou is to Tiandihui.

After all, his belief in wanting to kill the emperor is very firm, otherwise he would not be perceived by the system.

Even if he learned part of the truth, he knew what he had always believed in. In fact, it has always been wrong, but according to Hong Mingshou's character, he will never give up suddenly. Instead, go for the truth.

"You, don't look at me like this." Hong Mingshou staggered his eyes, looking a little unnatural.

"Since you have given up, what are your plans next?" Su Chen asked.

"It's just wandering around the rivers and lakes." Hong Mingshou said in a low voice.

"Since you already know that anti-Qing and Ming-ming is nothing more than a hoax," Su Chen said, "then have you ever thought that the little emperor whom you have always hated is actually innocent?"

"……I have no idea."

"Have you ever thought about going over and telling him all this?"

"...I. I don't know." Hong Mingshou lowered his head covering his face with his hands as if he couldn't accept it.

"That little emperor is not bad," Su Chen said in the usual tone, mentioning the little emperor was like mentioning an ordinary friend, "I don't know where he will go after being replaced."

"..."

An unknown sob suddenly came out of Hong Mingshou's throat, as if he was in pain, and seemed to be escaping.

Su Chen didn't seem to hear it, and continued: "Do you know the date of their replacement? I still want to see the little emperor before that, and I won't be able to see him again if I don't."

"Ah! I don't know."

Hong Mingshou's voice was a little hoarse, but he lowered his voice and growled as if he was afraid of disturbing anything.

Bianjing, the capital of the prefecture.

Master Yu got up from the bed with a pale face, and reached out to grab the whisk next to him, but his body seemed to be emptied, he shook violently twice, and fell to the ground with a bang.

He gasped for breath, his eyeballs protruding from the force. There was unnatural spasm in the fingers, the creaking of the dust whisk, and scratch marks all over the floor.

Although the movement was not small, no one noticed it. Master Yu struggled to get up, his eyes were fixed on the bed, but the spiritual power in his body had already been exhausted, and his body was exhausted, even though he tried his best. It was just a small step towards the bed.

He desperately stretched out his hands forward, trying to stand up by grabbing the edge of the bed, but unfortunately his fingers were already stiff, and he fell down before reaching the edge of the bed. His eyes stared unwillingly at the figure on the bed, and his eyes were filled with deep despair.

Finally, Master Yu's body stopped struggling, his eyes closed slowly and a drop of tear fell weakly.

Sunlight streams in through the curtains. The dust in the air floated up and down, and time seemed to stop, quietly taking away all the despair.

"Squeak..."

The door opened, the room was brightly lit, and the person lying beside the bed was silent.

"he died?"

When Hong Mingshou saw the situation in the room clearly, his pupils constricted suddenly in shock.

Su Chen glanced at Master Yu. Then he walked to the bedside, "They are all poisoned."

"Poisoned?" Hong Mingshou's face froze, staring at the emperor on the bed, his blue-gray face, his fingernails turned blue, and the poison had invaded his whole body.

Has the chief rudder already started?

Since it was to be replaced, why was it poisoned?

He looked at the lifeless emperor on the bed, his cheeks were sunken, and only skin and bones remained. Not a trace of flesh and blood left.

His back felt cold, and the soles of his feet were cold, what kind of poison is this?

"It's a step late." Su Chen raised his hand and pressed on the emperor's pulse gate. The pulse was still, and there was no movement for a long time, just when he was about to give up. Only felt a slight vibration.

The emperor's poisoning was too deep, his blood had been eroded, and now there was only the last pulse left.

Su Chen took out a elixir, used his spiritual power to catalyze it into medicinal gas, and penetrated into the emperor's Baihui acupoint.

Hong Mingshou didn't say a word, just stared at the emperor, and when he realized that the emperor's face was finally no longer as blue and purple as before, he was inexplicably relieved.

Su Chen waved his right hand lightly, Master Yu's body slowly floated into the air, and then landed on the soft couch beside him.

When he came in, he had already noticed that Master Yu's spiritual power was exhausted. The Nascent Soul had already collapsed, and it turned out that its cultivation was completely destroyed.

After all, Master Yu is a cultivator with strong soul power, and he tried his best to keep a trace of spiritual consciousness at the last moment.

Su Chen pointed his finger between Master Yu's brows, slowly searching for the last bit of spiritual consciousness left in him, and finally noticed a slight fluctuation in the depths of his soul.

"...Master Yu?"

"……Who are you?"

"Su Chen."

"It's you……"

"What exactly is going on?"

"I am already dead……"

"The emperor is still alive."

"...Impossible, the poison has penetrated into the internal organs, he can't survive." The subtle fluctuations became more intense, but soon fell silent again.

"With me here, he can live." Su Chen "looked" at the spiritual consciousness in front of him that was completely unable to condense the human form.

"...No one in the world can cure the poison of divine goodness." The spiritual consciousness was beating slowly, and slowly approached Su Chen.

"I have a way to suppress the toxicity, as long as I find the antidote, it will be detoxified naturally."

"...What do you want?" Master Yu seemed a little puzzled, and his spiritual consciousness suddenly dimmed, and it took a while for it to resume beating again.

Su Chen didn't respond, he looked at the slightly beating spiritual consciousness, and knowing that the spiritual consciousness was approaching him again, he said, "Tell me, what happened."

"The dragon's veins are exhausted, and the punishment of heaven is approaching."

"What?"

"...Save him, save him..."

"..."

"I am Yuyin... Yuyin..."

The voice of spiritual consciousness gradually weakened, then stopped beating, and sometimes dissipated like a flame that suddenly lost its vitality.

Su Chen suddenly opened his eyes, slowly withdrew his fingers, and slowly spread out his successful appearance, the palm of his hand shone slightly, Master Yu's stiff and curled body slowly stretched, and his gray face returned to rosy.

Hong Mingshou gasped in surprise, and looked at Su Chen's hands in disbelief. Is this a fairy technique?

"You go outside and watch."

Su Chen frowned and looked at Master Yu. After a while, he raised his chin towards Hong Mingshou, and then walked directly to the bed. The little emperor's face looked much better, but his fingernails were still blue.

Hong Mingshou went out of the room stiffly, and when he closed the door he slammed it violently, sweating profusely.

Is this the real strength of Xianzong?

With a flick of his hand, he can live and die, flesh and bones. Could it be that Su Chen has already become a fairy?

Even so, Su Chen still couldn't beat that handsome young man?