Disguise
An Lingxi and Mo Rong who were present caught this word from Feng Wuxie's words, and couldn't help but wonder.
Di Qianxie glanced at Feng Wuxie lightly, and then guessed the woman's thoughts: "Are you trying to find someone to pretend to be this dead person?"
"Yes." Feng Wuxie nodded slightly and said solemnly:
"The prince's death in a civil war in the secret realm is a good explanation, but the violent death of the monarch is a major event that has caused a sensation in the country. If the news is released directly, the situation will be messed up. For the current plan, it is better to find someone who can temporarily replace Lin Yejun. , While dealing with the urgent affairs at hand, while pretending to be seriously ill, so that you can buy some time to support the new monarch..."
She looked back at An Lingxi and asked for An Lingxi's opinion.
After An Lingxi thought about it carefully, she found it feasible, and now she can only do this:
"Three months-an innocent plan is feasible. From pretending to be seriously ill to the death of the monarch, three months is best. Using this time, my father can unite with several other major forces to support a new monarch, Even if there is another trouble at that time, it will still be within control!"
"Yeah." Feng Wuxie turned back and said to Di Qianxie: "Three months is mainly to provide a buffer period for this matter. Di Qianxie, what do you think?"
"That's it..." Di Qianxie groaned slightly, looking very lazy, as if he didn't appreciate the situation of Moro Kingdom at all, just glanced at Feng Wuxie's hands that didn't know when he had stopped. …
Feng Wuxie immediately understood, and immediately squeezed his shoulders to show his hospitality.
"Yeah." The emperor was extremely satisfied with her attitude.
"Just three months, don't have to be so troublesome!" Di Qianxie said casually, "Let this corpse disguise itself!"
"The corpse is dead, how can I disguise it?" Feng Wuxie asked very puzzledly, but did not stop squeezing his shoulders for Emperor Qianxie: "For such a long time, someone will always come in contact with him."
An Lingxi also looked at Emperor Qianxie with doubts.
Only Mo Rong showed a clear smile—
The leader's soul power cultivation has reached the realm of the desolate gods, and his soul technique is the darkness department, and he is best at using dead people and undead spirits. This little thing is very easy for him!
"I can manipulate Lin Yejun's corpse to keep him intact and disguise as a living dead with breathing and heartbeat."
"Can you do this?"
After Feng Wuxie came here, she had seen many strange things, but to restore a dead person's heartbeat, she couldn't even think about it:
"What kind of spiritism is this? Is it still dark?"
Di Qianxie looked at Feng Wuxie with longing and envy eyes, still smug in his heart, but deliberately put on an expression of disgust:
"It's rare and weird, it's just a [Necromancer] technique."
Emperor Qianxie put it simply, but in fact, this method of manipulating the dead is extremely difficult to cultivate in the Darkness Soul Art, but the Emperor Qianxie has excellent talents and has worked hard for many years, so naturally it is not a problem.
"Necromancer?" Feng Wuxie couldn't help being curious.
"Yeah. In this world, after death, there are many incomplete souls. The art of necromancy, chasing them
The root cause is actually equivalent to containing a strand of mutilated soul into the body of the deceased, so that the deceased will breathe and have a heartbeat—but in fact, he is already dead. Unable to move, unable to speak, he was a living dead. All of this was just an illusion caused by the parasitic remnants of the soul in the corpse. "
"If the pharmacist came to diagnose and treat him, wouldn't he be able to see the clue?" Feng Wuxie was very concerned about this!
Emperor Qianxie snorted coldly:
"Is it a trick for you to be the master of the spirit? Any pharmacist can see it? Huh?"
Feng Wuxie nodded: "Well... It's good if the pharmacist can't tell."
After speaking, she began to recollect Di Qianxie's words carefully.
-Move the remnant soul into the body of the dead.
For some reason, these words reminded Feng Wuxie of his journey through...
In modern times, the incident that happened before her death was that during mission operations, the helicopter was blown up.
Then his soul arrived in this Tianqi Continent, parasitic in the body of the original owner...
Reborn through this body.
So, in this case, is it somewhat similar to the necromantic puppet art described by Emperor Qianxie
She couldn't help but wander...
"What are you thinking about?" Di Qianxie asked.
Feng Wuxie recovered and shook his head, saying that it was all right.
Immediately, she reacted and pulled up Emperor Qianxie:
"Well, time is tight, don't sit down, necromancer, let's start!"
Di Qianxie unexpectedly was dragged from the couch by her!
"Feng, Wu, Xie—" His face was instantly darkened to the bottom of the pot.
Feng Wuxie saw that Emperor Qianxie was going to get angry.
She quickly changed to a dogleg smile: "I can't wait to see and see your spiritism!"
"Humph." Di Qianxie's expression improved a bit, and he walked towards Lin Yejun's body with a cold snort.
Feng Wuxie exhaled and settled his mind, preparing to appreciate Emperor Qianxie's [Necromancer] technique.
Di Qianxie came to the corpse.
There was a wicked smile at the corner of his mouth.
The red lotus soul mark between the eyebrows emits a gleam of red light.
Smoke-like dark spirit power rose from under his feet, spinning around Di Qianxie!
Feng Wuxie clearly saw that when the soul power was circulating, the space was faintly distorted!
What a domineering dark soul power!
This completely subverts the weird and feminine description of the dark soul power in the book!
Di Qianxie raised his arm and stretched out his slender fingers.
The overbearing dark soul power is condensed in his palm like the most well-behaved pet!
Soon, the little ball radiating black light appeared at Di Qianxie's fingertips!
The red light from the soul mark on his eyebrows snaked into the small ball as if it were wise.
The little ball instantly added a mysterious feeling, as if it had been injected into the soul—
As if to suck people's minds in!
Emperor Qianxie flexed his fingers and flicked gently.
The ball flew leisurely over the forehead of Lin Yejun's corpse.
Then he got into the corpse
Eyebrows!
As soon as the ball entered the body, Lin Yejun's body began to rise and fall!
Rao is An Lingxi, who has always been cold and calm, and was already dumbfounded at this time.
This class of spiritism... is this really spiritism...
This is simply a miracle!
There is such a strong man in the world!
An Lingxi glanced at Emperor Qianxie with a complicated mood.
It seems that a certain kind of determination is beginning to sprout in An Lingxi's heart-there is a god outside of man, and there is heaven outside of god!
-Moro Kingdom is still too small in the end, so I am content with it. It is better to go to the outside world, improve your strength, and see more powerful people!
And Feng Wuxie looked at the corpse in front of him with surprise on his face—
I saw Lin Yejun, who had just died, now his face was pale, and he was still breathing!
It seems to be a severely ill patient!
Feng Wuxie's eyes widened, admiring her heart.
Di Qianxie glanced at Feng Wuxie's reaction, then leaned into Feng Wuxie's ear, curled her lips and smiled, and said evil spirits: "How? Woman, do you think your man is getting better and better?"
-As long as a certain leader is proud in front of Feng Wuxie, it is easy to forget.
"..." Feng Wuxie gave him a blank look, and rewarded Di Qianxie with a word: "Go away."
Now that Lin Yejun's matter has been settled, she no longer has to be courteous with Di Qianxie.
Di Qianxie had long expected that this woman would only be gentler when she asked him, and now that she was too busy to help, she kicked him aside!
This woman not only doesn't know good or bad, but also has no conscience!
Di Qianxie's face was stiff, and he didn't speak.
Sooner or later he will treat her subdued!
Finally packed everything—
Feng Wuxie breathed a sigh of relief, then turned his head and said to An Lingxi:
"An Lingxi, this is the end of the matter. Your family has been involved in this turmoil because of me, but fortunately, we have broken through the centuries-old conspiracy of the Lin family. Next, the affairs of the court will be left to you in Anling. The family has taken care of it, okay?"
"Don't worry." An Lingxi nodded: "I will notify my father and let him arrange it properly."
"Also." Feng Wuxie thought of another thing: "In the future, after the new monarch takes the throne, he will ask the new monarch of the Moro Kingdom to modify the rules of the battle of the secret realm in the Spiritual Contest-for honor between the families. And peaceful competition, no more killings!"
"That's what it should be!" An Lingxi nodded, she also meant it.
"Then, it is inconvenient for us to stay in the palace anymore, it's time to leave!" Feng Wuxie said, "You are in the palace, be careful!"
"Don't worry, I will deal with it!" An Lingxi said.
Before leaving, Feng Wuxie turned his head and smiled at An Lingxi:
"That's right—the spiritist family battle is over, and the subsequent individual battles shouldn't be cancelled because of this, right?"
An Lingxi also raised her eyes to look at Feng Wuxie, almost eloquently in her heart, and instantly understood Feng Wuxie's implication!
"Naturally will not cancel! As I said, I have always been looking forward to the moment when I fight you!"
An Lingxi said, looking at Feng Wuxie's eyes-burning fiery and respectful fighting spirit!
(End of this chapter)