Hiss... Roar...
The shrill roar came to an abrupt end, and the human face surrounded by red gas shattered between Lu Liangsheng's fingers and turned into a few wisps of smoke, which floated out of the eaves and gathered together again.
"Come and stay—"
Lu Liangsheng loosened his fingers and opened his hand. The lanterns under the eaves and the trees in the courtyard swayed wildly as his sleeves fluttered, stretching towards the direction of his sleeves. The overlapping glazed tiles on the roofs in other directions also shook in unison and flew towards this side with infinite suction. The red gas floating in the air was like a solitary branch or leaf swaying in a storm, being torn into pieces and sucked under the eaves.
The scholar flicked his sleeves, grabbed the red gas with his palm, wrapped it into a circle with his magic power, and looked at the ball of red gas floating in his palm, frowning slightly.
Sure enough, there is the scent of demon star fragments.
Hmm~~
Yang Guang sat on the ground leaning against the corridor railing and groaned. When he woke up, the veteran general Han Qinhu hurried over to support him: "Your Highness, Your Highness, are you still feeling unwell?"
"National Master!"
Yang Jian, who was standing not far away and watching everything, had a calm expression, but was still a little frightened in his heart. He glanced at his son who was being helped up and was in a daze, and then cast his gaze at the scholar opposite.
"What's going on... is this an evil thing?"
The emperor asked, and Lu Liangsheng held the red gas in his palm and groaned, "Yes." He observed carefully and found that the red gas tried to break through the magic ball from time to time. He could faintly hear hysterical howling, screaming, or fierce and evil laughter from it, which confirmed his previous guess that the evil star gave people negative emotions.
And... it seems to have a certain amount of wisdom.
"Your Majesty, this thing is the evil star that I shattered. The scattered fragments are attached with evil spirits. Your Highness probably encountered it on the way out of the city and accidentally touched it, and was infected by it."
In fact, at the beginning Lu Liangsheng was not sure whether he had wisdom, but when Yang Guang turned back to the palace halfway, he turned and left as soon as he saw him. Apart from the strange aura on his body, seeing someone with a wildly changed face and turned away meant that he was afraid or deliberately avoiding. This action undoubtedly proved that he had a certain degree of wisdom.
After thinking about it, Lu Liangsheng turned around holding the red gas and asked, "Your Majesty, is the fish monster's corpse still in the palace?"
On the opposite side, Yang Jian stared blankly at the evil spirit in his hand that was trying to break through the magic ball. This was the first time he faced such a thing. It took him a long time to recover from the shock and he nodded repeatedly.
"It's still here, it's still here, the Imperial Master is coming with me."
The old man asked Han Qinhu to take the second prince away to rest, and sent a few more guards to follow him. Then he asked the eunuch to come and support him as they walked to a hidden building on the side street of the back garden.
The corridor fell silent, the sounds of footsteps and voices faded away, and a ray of red light peeked out from the slightly swaying lanterns. It looked around and quickly moved out, flying towards the sky outside the palace, passing over the soldiers patrolling the imperial city, and below it were tall and low houses and buildings, and bustling streets.
The back garden of the imperial palace was a place that was off-limits to outsiders, and even the princes were rarely qualified to enter alone. At this moment, Lu Liangsheng followed the emperor in, and while talking along the way, he couldn't help looking around. The place they were heading to now was surrounded by many trees, and the tree cages were close together with lush branches and leaves, making it difficult for sunlight to shine down.
The three-story attic in front looks eerie.
Squeak...
The door of the room was old and a low groan was heard. Several eunuchs pushed the door open and quickly took out fire starters. They blew sparks to light the bronze lampposts in the room one by one. They cleverly knocked down the cobwebs on the corners and lampposts without leaving any trace and put them into their sleeves.
The lights illuminated the attic, which was completely empty except for a wooden platform three meters wide and four meters long in the middle. It was covered with a layer of white cloth, through which the outline of a fish could be vaguely seen.
"National Master, please!"
The emperor walked into the attic where the fish monster's bones were stored, and turned his head slightly: "Master, the fish monster is right in front, but I don't know what to do with it?"
"Don't be afraid of what your majesty sees later."
Lu Liangsheng walked to the middle holding the magic ball and casually cast a calming and protective spell for the old man. The eunuchs waiting on both sides of the wooden platform cautiously pulled away the white cloth slowly, revealing a huge fish skeleton. Some places between the white bones were jade-like, which was a sign of becoming a monster. If the whole bone was jade-like, with the scholar's cultivation level at that time, he could only turn around and leave, not daring to provoke it.
"You also go stand where His Majesty is." Lu Liangsheng said to the eunuchs. They acted as if they had been pardoned. They wiped the rouge powder mixed with sweat from their faces and ran quickly to protect Yang Jian.
"Your Majesty, I have a few servants here, so I will..."
"Turn your head away!"
Yang Jian slapped the eunuch who was blocking his view and speaking on the side of the head, and slapped him aside. Only then did he see Lu Liangsheng approaching the wooden platform.
The magic ball held in his hand pulled out a wisp of red gas, which attached to the fish monster's corpse. The red gas roamed around and explored the corpse. The moment it touched the corpse, it sank into the skull in the blink of an eye.
Next second.
A slight "click" sound echoed in the empty hall, making people's pores shudder. The eunuchs felt a chill running up their tailbone and into their backs and necks, and their teeth were chattering.
On the wooden platform, the huge fish bone tail suddenly trembled, and the shiny head swayed slightly at the same time, leaving only the fish mouth opening and closing, wanting to jump up, but a big hand slapped its cheekbone, and with a bang, it pressed it back.
"rise!"
With his palm covering the magic power, Lu Liangsheng bent his fingers and grabbed, dragging it backwards. The red air that had previously sunk into the fish bone was pulled out bit by bit and melted into the magic ball to seal it.
"It can attach itself to living things, and it can also take over the bodies of dead things... If these fragments are scattered across the states, things will be troublesome."
He wrote the word "Chi" on the magic ball with his fingertips, reinforced it and put it into his sleeve. He turned around and raised his hands to Yang Jian over there.
"Your Majesty, I will take this item back to Wanshou Temple first. When King Jin gets better, let him come over and examine it carefully."
"Then... I'll have to trouble you, Imperial Master."
Yang Jian could naturally handle the affairs of a country easily, but the matter of the monster still depended on the national teacher in front of him whom he had invited with great difficulty. Suddenly he felt that his previous sincerity was really far-sighted.
…At the same time, he thanked the dead Chen Shubao in his heart.
…
Lu Liangsheng got on the same carriage that he had taken when he came here. As the carriage swayed, he closed his eyes and thought about the fragments of the demon star. In the bustling market outside the imperial city, a wisp of red air floated in the air and fell into the deep alleys nearby.
Mottled sunlight climbed up the mossy alley walls. Several footsteps sounded from afar and approached. Four figures in scholar's robes munched on steamed buns in their hands and walked towards each other.
Wow!
Someone stepped into a pothole and dirty water, stopped, held onto the wall and shook his shoes hard.
“… Who is so wicked to pour water here? It’s a pity for my shoes.”
"Brother Ma, why bother about a pair of worn-out shoes? Go ask our replacement later if he has been confirmed. When you take office, take a few taels from him first, and then you will have everything!"
"If we read the books of sages and do our job well, people will naturally give us money. Why should we do such a self-degrading thing as greed? Old Zhao, do you think what I said is right?"
Not hearing any reply, the three people in front turned around, and over there, a short and fat scholar named Zhao Tang stood there silently with his head down and his hands holding a steamed bun hanging by his sides, not moving.
"Old Zhao?" Wang Feng called again.
Hoho…
The sound of breathing came from the throat of the scholar who was standing with his head bowed. He slowly raised his head, and the sunlight shining in from the alley fell on half of his face, creating an eerie air. His thick lips stretched into a grin... Then, he waved a hand.
Bang!
After slapping Zhao Tang in the face, Wang Feng lifted his wide sleeves and said, "What are you laughing at? We are asking you a serious question, and you are laughing so hard that you deserve a beating."
Uh uh…
In the half shadow, Zhao Tang turned around, grinned, and showed ferocity in his eyes. He was about to pounce, but another hand came and slapped him on the right cheek, and the whole person stumbled and hit the wall.
"My brother's scolding is a teaching, how dare you be so harsh!" Zhang Ti pointed at him and wanted to slap him again, but was stopped by Wang Feng, who pulled him to the alley entrance.
"How can we scholars be so rude? Let's go."
Behind the three of them, Zhao Tang, who was squatting under the wall, covered his face in a daze. Suddenly, he shuddered, as if something floated out from the back of his neck and flew away in panic.
The fat scholar shook his head and got up from the ground, touching both sides of his cheeks, which were burning with pain. He looked at the steamed bun in his hands, which was broken into pieces.
"You get irritated just by eating a steamed bun?"
I followed him out of the alley, confused.