Chapter 369: The Prince’s Funeral, the War Rages On

Its daybreak.

On the Bugui Mausoleum, Yu Chen spat it out in one breath.

The shapeless scarecrow was instantly ignited with dark flames, and was burned to ashes in the blink of an eye.

His eyes closed and opened.

The black magic is slowly restrained.

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

But there is no doubt that he died.

It vanished into ashes, leaving no trace behind.

Along with the scarecrow turned into ashes.

In the underground secret room.

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

fell into silence.

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

The "adult" stayed for a long time, then took a long breath and turned to leave.

In the dark underground chamber, only a muttering remained.

"-I will find you."

At that time, the sky was bright.

Everything that happens in the darkness is buried in the darkness and unknown.

The only thing the capital knew was one thing.

——Eighth Prince Zhou Zhu is dead.

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

As soon as such rumors came out, the entire capital exploded.

Although the eldest prince had been killed before, it was after all that he asked for orders to go on an expedition against the "rebels". On the battlefield, the sword had no eyes, and there was even a precedent of the Emperor of Daxia dying on the battlefield before!

Shocking, but not surprising.

But the eighth prince was different. A crippled prince died quietly in the palace, in his own palace.

What’s even more strange is that I heard some rumors from the palace that everyone in Wanyong Palace, including the eighth prince Zhou Zhu, came to a common conclusion after the autopsy by the Ministry of Punishment and Zhan Tiansi.

——Hanged himself to death.

This is quite nerve-wracking.

You said that a crippled prince could not figure it out one day and hanged himself, that would make sense.

But hundreds of people in a palace all hanged themselves, which can't help but make people think wildly.

As soon as the news came out, everyone in the market spread it.

It was because of something evil that caused hundreds of people in Wanyong Palace to die unexpectedly.

But there are different opinions on the specific details, and no one knows.

When Emperor Qiyuan learned of this, Long Yan was furious and ordered the Ministry of Punishment to conduct a thorough investigation.

The prince is dead, and the domineering Emperor Qiyuan has strict orders. How can the Ministry of Punishment dare to neglect this?

Not only was it discovered that the Eighth Prince had participated in the trial of the Zhu family massacre, but some fragments of Yu characters were also found in the Wanyong Palace.

Combined with the material of the talisman paper and the characteristics of the talismans, they actually found the possible murderer.

——An old talisman master who was active in the capital during the late emperor's time but later disappeared, Zhou Jiuxu.

Therefore, the imperial palace ordered that the entire capital be on the hunt for him!

Finally, the old talisman master was found underground in an abandoned house in the capital.

--dead.

The body and head were separated, and he lost his human form. It seemed as if he had suffered some kind of horrific torture during his lifetime.

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

But no matter what, from his mustard bag, I found the access token of Wanyong Palace, some personal clothes of the eighth prince, and dozens of unused Yu characters...

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

——Case closed!

Or rather, the huge imperial court is like a snake in the sky, poke it and move it.

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

Although he is dead, he is also a murderer.

After the massacre at Wanyong Palace, His Majesty personally presided over a grand funeral for the Eighth Prince and the corpses of more than 400 people in Wanyong Palace.

It's dusk, the setting sun is like blood.

A huge funeral procession started from the Imperial Palace in the capital and went to the Tomb of No Return.

Along the way, there was a chorus of sorrow and joy, yellow paper filled the sky, and the sounds of mourning and crying were endless, making the listeners cry and the listeners sad.

There were also officials from the Ministry of Etiquette who loudly praised the eighth prince's life deeds and lamented that he was jealous of the talents that day, and the main thing was that he was just a fool.

——Even if the Eighth Prince came to life on the spot, he probably wouldn't be able to tell that it was him who was mentioned in the eulogy.

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

Yu Chen also took this opportunity to see some people he rarely saw.

For example, Emperor Qi Yuan, who was wearing an imperial robe, was calm and expressionless, although his Taoist cultivation was only divine, he exuded an indescribable majestic pressure from all over his body.

There was also Prime Minister Song who followed behind, with his head lowered and his eyebrows lowered; then Nan Shenjun, who took over the position of national master and broke through the fourth realm to enter the Taoism, and all the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty.

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

This old man was wearing ordinary clothes. Among the crowd of royal relatives, he looked almost eighty or ninety years old. His face was wrinkled, his eyes were cloudy, and his hair was gray. He was leaning on an iron dragon crutch and said nothing.

He looked no different from the dying old men on the streets, with half of their bodies buried in the ground.

But when Yu Chen looked at it with his celestial eye, he found that almost endless clouds of terrifying blood energy seemed to cover the sky!

He looked again and saw that the rickety and thin body seemed to contain the terrifying power of a tiger and a dragon!

Qi and blood are like the sea, and the breath is mighty!

——What a great body refiner!

Yu Chen sighed in his heart!

At this moment, the old man of Literary Saint on the side explained.

“His name is Zhou Shu, the previous General Tiance and the teacher of Shenwu King Zhou Yue’s martial arts.

Before King Shenwu entered Mobei, he had been guarding the border. He was trained to the extreme in the Holy Martial Scripture, and his energy and blood were as powerful as the sea. He killed countless monsters in the north, and he was called the Butcher General.

It is said that until these years, the monsters in the north were frightened when they heard his name - those young monsters had never seen him, but the fear had been engraved in their blood instincts and passed down from generation to generation.

However, since the old man came back, he has been living in Fule County outside the capital and rarely comes to the capital.

Maybe it was the death of the Eighth Prince Zhou Zhu that made him want to go out for a walk? "

As if thinking of his old friend, the old man's voice sounded a bit sad.

Yu Chen listened and nodded slightly.

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

At that moment, Yu Chen seemed to see an endless mountain of corpses and a vast sea of ​​​​blood from those turbid old eyes!

It seemed as if there was a thundering sound of charge ringing in his ears, as if he had witnessed the terrifying scene of thousands of troops being invincible.

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

Musicians played music, ceremonial officials sang lyrics, and royal family members lit yellow paper. Several officials had already dug the pit, and the corpses were buried in the soil in an orderly manner.

It was already late at night after completing the whole process of burial, covering with soil, and erecting a monument.

The vast funeral procession went down the mountain.

One thing, just settled like this.

When the sun rose as usual the next day, Yu Chen used the paper mannequin to go to the Prime Minister's Mansion and asked the Song officials about King Rende and the iron coffin.

——Because Lu Rui’s cracking of the divine sprout was slow, and the eighth prince Zhou Zhu was killed and silenced, there was no result in this matter.

Yu Chen wondered if Song Xiang knew something.

He was disappointed.

Like the old man Wen Sheng, Prime Minister Song was optimistic about King Rende's succession to the crown prince, but in fact he didn't know much about these seven princes.

None of them knew why this person suddenly used illness as an excuse to go overseas.

Yu Chen made another insinuation and asked Prime Minister Song about the iron coffin and the divine sprouts, but the other party seemed to have no idea about it either.

On the other hand, Prime Minister Song was familiar with the murderer Fu Lu Master who used the Yu character to kill hundreds of people in Wanyong Palace.

It is said that he was a spiritual servant from the late emperor's period decades ago. Because of his profound virtues and cunning methods, he was in the limelight for a while.

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

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

So when he got off the mountain, Yu Chen didn't find out any news, so he went back to the Mausoleum of No Return.

Day after day, practice breathing and breathing.

A month has passed in the blink of an eye, and time is like water.

Finally one morning a month later.

The calm was broken.

Early this morning, Yu Chen made a rare trip down the mountain. He took Shi Shi and Yu Yuyu to the street to have morning tea, then turned into a theater to listen to a play. Finally, carrying large and small bags of things, he walked in the street. We returned to the mountain around lunch time.

Shitou went to the kitchen to make a fire to cook, while Yu Chen and Yu Xiaoyu were basking in the sun at the door.

It happened that Qing Huan came back from school and was playing around with Xiu Luo. Coupled with the endless chirping of cicadas in early July, it brought a different kind of life to the originally desolate Tomb of No Return.

"If you can, it's not bad to live like this." Yu Youyu brushed her hair beside her ears, looked at Xiuluo playing in the yard, listened to the sound of pots and pans swaying in the kitchen, and suddenly sighed. .

Yu Chen was stunned for a moment, and then sighed: "Who says it's not the case? It's a pity that the monster from the same clan as you is still alive. This seemingly peaceful capital also hides secrets. If you don't pay attention... these dark things will open up. Mouth, swallow all of me."

Yu Youyu glanced at him, and she guessed it easily due to her quick thinking.

"Still thinking about the gods and King Rende?" she asked.

Yu Chen nodded and looked down at the capital city where he was, "For some reason, I always have a feeling that this matter... is probably more serious than that monster from the same clan as you."

Yu Youyu raised his eyebrows, "But even so, you can't be in a hurry. Either wait for the dull old man to crack the divine sprout, or wait for the benevolent king to come back and ask him personally."

At this time, Qing Huan in the yard heard the conversation between the two people, and suddenly came over and scratched his head, "His Royal Highness King Rende? Sir, Qing Huan seemed to have heard someone from the academy talking today - the person who went to Rende His Majesty has been found by the people sent by His Majesty and is about to come back!"

Yu Chen was stunned.

King Rende, is he coming back?

But before he could say anything.

Suddenly, north of the capital.

In the thick firelight, dark smoke rose.

At the same time, the sky bell in the capital rang without warning!

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!