The Third Thousand Three Hundred and Seventy-Four Chapters Dream

Xia Houqi had a splitting headache at that time, and he didn't know whether the dream was true or false.

He looked at the ancient coffin again. There were no lines on the ancient coffin.

"I thought at the time that I was just dreaming, so I put the late emperor's spirit tablet back in its original position and left the palace."

After that day, Xia Houqi was as usual, and he slowly forgot about this dream.

It's just that Bagua Tianmen has also taken root in Daxia, and began to replace Daxia troops and stationed in various places in Daxia.

Xiahou Qi also dared to be angry and did not dare to say anything about this.

But gradually, Xia Houqi realized that something was wrong.

It seems that from the day after he had that strange dream, inexplicable incidents of dead people began to appear in the summer palace.

At first, it was an unrespected old eunuch, and then a palace maid beside him. One after another, at the rate of one person a day, people in the summer palace would die mysteriously.

These deceased people, men, women and children, had no wounds on their bodies, but their blood was drained from all over their bodies.

The way they died was horrific.

The imperial hospital thought that they were infected, but after the examination, there was no way to find out the cause.

After seven people died in a row, Bagua Tianmen noticed this, and they sent people to investigate, but it was fruitless.

Xiahou Qi was also ordering someone to investigate the matter, but one night, in his bedroom, he suddenly had another dream.

He dreamed that he was in the king's temple again, and in front of him, the ancient coffin appeared again.

What surprised Xiahou Qi was that a coffin lid appeared in the originally sealed ancient coffin.

In the dream, Xiahou Qi approached the ancient coffin again.

He stepped forward, and the lid of the ancient coffin made a rattling sound.

The lid of the coffin suddenly opened.

Inside was a woman.

"Qingfei?!"

Xia Houqi was shocked.

The woman is not someone else, it is the concubine Qing who has been imprisoned in the cold palace by Xiahou Qi all these years.

Hearing Xiahou Qi's voice, the woman woke up leisurely.

Concubine Qing opened her eyes and saw Xiahou Qi, her face full of surprise.

"Your Majesty, you are finally willing to see the concubine. The concubine has been thinking of you all these years."

After Concubine Qing finished speaking, she couldn't wait to hug Xiahou Qi.

In his heart, Xiahou Qi disliked Concubine Qing very much, and naturally did not want to get close to him.

He was about to push Concubine Qing away, but something strange happened. Xiahou Qi was reluctant in his heart, but his body was out of control and he walked towards Concubine Qing.

He hugged Concubine Qing and let her hold him.

Concubine Qing cried with joy, but Xiahou Qi was flustered.

"Your Majesty, you really love me. Ye Lingyue's bitch can't compare to me. She's gone. Your Majesty, it's good that you favor your concubine. The concubine has been waiting for you all these years."

Xiahou Qi ignored Concubine Qing, and he couldn't even hear what Concubine Qing said.

He looked at the hands that he was holding Qing Fei, and there were lines.

Those lines were exactly the lines he saw on the ancient coffin that time in his dream.

At the same time as those lines were growing, Xia Houqi felt his hand on Qing Fei's body.

He could feel a warm feeling through his clothes.

It's not the touch of ordinary skin, but a kind of...

Blood and power were continuously pouring into Xiahou Qi's body.

Concubine Qing was still chattering, but as time passed, Concubine Qing's complexion slowly changed.

Her skin began to wrinkle, and the energy in her body was rapidly dissipating.

"Holy?"

Qing Fei realized something, she screamed, she felt the blood in her body being sucked, and her whole body was like a dried fruit.

"You let me go!"

Concubine Qing saw Xiahou Qi hugging her, and her whole body was covered with strange black lines.

His hands seemed to have a magical power, which made her vitality flow away little by little.

Concubine Qing lost her resistance, and she watched as she slowly turned from a living person into a corpse.

Until the moment she died,

Xia Houqi let go of his hand.

he killed her...

The moment he saw Concubine Qing died, Xia Houqi suddenly flashed fragments one after another in his mind.

The same night, the same king's temple.

Those eunuchs, palace maids, and guards died one by one under their own hands.

The same dark pattern appeared on his body, causing those people to lose their lives.

Every night, he will undoubtedly take the lives of these people.

"Xiahou Qi! Xiahou Qi!"

Ye Lingyue's voice echoed in his ears.

Xia Houqi's soul came back to his senses.

"Is that a dream or?"

Ye Lingyue looked at Xia Houqi worriedly.

Xiahou Qi calmed down.

His soul is separated from the body, and the soul is very unstable.

The memories just now made him fall into a dream for a moment, almost uncontrollable.

"As you probably guessed, it wasn't a dream."

Xiahou Qi smiled bitterly.

When he witnessed Concubine Qing being killed by himself, he suddenly woke up from the dream.

"After waking up from the dream, I found myself on the bed in Xiayang Palace. I was relieved at the time."

Xia Houqi told himself, fortunately, it was just a dream.

Seeing that the dream was too real, when Xia Houqi woke up, he couldn't help but stare at his body.

Fortunately, those ghostly ghost lines did not appear.

The screams of Concubine Qing before her death seemed to be constantly circling in his ears. Xiahou Qi was still in shock, so he decided to go to the Wang Temple to take a look at the ancient coffin.

He went to the King's Temple alone.

At that time, it was already around the third watch.

The lights of the Wangci Temple were still on, and the palace guards who were vigilants lay outside the door and fell asleep.

Xiahou Qi alone entered the Wang Temple.

In the Wangci Temple, the spirit tablets of hundreds of late emperors are still placed there.

The huge and mysterious ancient coffin is still placed there.

Everything looked the same as usual.

On the ancient coffin, it is still smooth and flat.

"It's just a dream."

Xiahou Qi breathed a sigh of relief. He walked to the ancient coffin and couldn't help but put his hand on the ancient coffin.

But at the moment when Xiahou Qi's hand fell on the ancient coffin, a sharp cry came from the ancient coffin.

That scream broke the silence of the night.

Xia Houqi took a few steps back in fright.

In front of his eyes, blood flowed from tears on the ancient coffin.

The blood turned into a striped road, and a crack appeared on the coffin body.

The coffin lid that had never appeared before appeared.

In the coffin, there was a person lying down.

It was a mummified corpse, and the body was still fully dressed in palace clothes. It was the concubine Qing who was killed by Xiahou Qi in Xiahou Qi's dream.

"Sir, why do you want to kill the concubine? The concubine loves you so much..."

Concubine Qing's body climbed out of the sarcophagus.

Her dried-up corpse walked towards Xiahou Qi.

"Go away!"

Xiahou Qi was frightened and frightened. When his mental power moved, Concubine Qing's body was hit by mental power, and it was swept away like leaves in the autumn wind.