He agreed to act with Fang Zhaoyi, naturally not for fun, but to learn from Fang Zhaoyi how Fang Zhiyong planned to deal with him.
Even though Fang Zhaoyi didn't know Fang Zhiyong's specific plans and arrangements, as Fang Zhiyong's adopted son and having grown up in the Fang family, he naturally knew Fang Zhiyong in detail. He must know Fang Zhiyong's character weaknesses, interpersonal relationships, and the strengths of the Fang family. Experts wait.
In this way, he can make targeted plans based on this information and be prepared.
"Okay." Fang Zhaoyi drank all the wine in the pot and said, "Fang Zhiyong...ah...old man, you are so cruel..."
However, at this moment, Fang Zhaoyi suddenly screamed and fell straight down.
Ye Qing's figure flashed and appeared in front of Fang Zhaoyi, reaching out to hold the top of his head. He was about to rescue him, but at this time, Fang Zhaoyi had lost his breath and his soul was gone.
To be precise, it's not that the soul is gone.
But Fang Zhaoyi's soul was eaten.
Yes, it was eaten.
At this time, in Fang Zhaoyi's sea of consciousness, strange mosquito-like creatures were rapidly spreading and multiplying, eating away at Fang Zhaoyi's soul and consciousness.
I saw only those mosquitoes, as small as dust and mustards, with hollow bodies, colorful wings, and red eyes, showing mystery, ferocity, and danger.
Those mosquitoes may seem tiny, but they give people an extremely ferocious and dangerous feeling, and they reproduce very quickly. In just a short moment, a large number of mosquitoes reproduce, are born, and spread, so in the blink of an eye, Fang Zhaoyi's soul consciousness It was riddled with holes after being eaten.
Even if he wanted to save him, it was too late.
"Soul-Eating Mosquito?!"
Suddenly, Ye Qing seemed to have thought of something and hurriedly let go of Fang Zhaoyi and restrained his mental perception.
After condensing his spiritual perception, Ye Qing's Earth Emperor Bell swayed slightly in his consciousness sea. The invisible bell sounded melodiously, and the dazzling mysterious light spread across his spiritual consciousness sea inch by inch without missing any place.
As the bell sounded and the mysterious light rippled, mosquitoes just like those in Fang Zhao's sea of consciousness emerged, and then were killed by the bell's mysterious light.
Ye Qing finally breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that not a single mosquito remained in his soul consciousness.
"Old Zhang..."
Immediately, Ye Qing thought of the papermaker, took a step forward, and suddenly disappeared.
After Ye Qing left, a burst of black and yellow flames suddenly appeared on Fang Zhaoyi's body, burning it to ashes.
In a courtyard not far away, there were three people lying on the ground, motionless. However, it could be seen from the rising and falling chests of the three people and the terrifying auras that occasionally escaped from their bodies that the three people were not dead, and these three people were not dead either. What ordinary people.
The papermaker was sitting on a stool nearby, concentrating on tying up the paper figure in his hand.
But at this moment, the three of them suddenly screamed at the same time.
The papermaker hurriedly stood up to check, but as soon as he started checking, the three of them were already dead.
"Mr. Zhang, don't touch those mosquitoes in their sea of consciousness with your spirit!"
At this moment, Ye Qing appeared in the courtyard, saw the papermaker's actions, and said hurriedly.
Although the papermaker didn't know why, he quickly retreated and appeared next to Ye Qing.
"Sir, what's going on?" the papermaker asked.
"Let go of the sea of consciousness and don't resist."
Ye Qing did not answer the papermaker's words, but stretched out his finger and touched the papermaker's forehead.
In the papermaker's sea of consciousness, a mysterious light suddenly shone, and the bell sounded loudly. As expected, as the mysterious light bell vibrated, countless mosquitoes emerged in the papermaker's soul consciousness, and were then killed.
Immediately, Ye Qing checked several times to make sure that there were no mosquitoes left in the papermaker's sea of consciousness. Only then did Ye Qing retract his demonic thoughts, and then used the sound of the mysterious light bell to cleanse his soul. After making sure that he was not parasitized by mosquitoes, he stopped.
"Sir, what are those mosquitoes?" After Ye Qing stopped, the papermaker asked.
"Soul-Eating Mosquito!" Ye Qing waved his sleeves, and the bodies of the three people on the ground also burst into flames, burning under the black and yellow flames. In the blink of an eye, the three of them were reduced to ashes, and their bones were all
none.
"The soul-eating mosquito is a strange natural disaster. It looks like a mosquito and is as small as dust. It is illusory and has no reality. It feeds on souls and lives on consciousness."
Ye Qing explained: "Soul-eating mosquitoes can quietly enter the soul consciousness of human beings through any spirit or thought, and multiply and spread rapidly. They can reach tens of thousands in a few breaths, instantly destroying the consciousness of human beings." Consciousness is swallowed up."
"Although the individual soul-eating mosquitoes are quite weak and are only equivalent to impermanent monsters, because the soul-eating mosquitoes are as small as Chenjie, they are extremely difficult to find. At the same time, they reproduce very quickly. Under the saint, if there is no extremely powerful and protective Once the artifacts and secret techniques of the soul consciousness are entered into the soul consciousness by the soul-eating mosquito, they will definitely die and no one will be spared."
"Even a saint may suffer serious injuries if he is not prepared."
"So that's it!" The papermaker was also a little scared, and then he became confused: "But if the soul-eating mosquitoes will multiply rapidly after entering the human soul consciousness, then why were those people fine before?"
"It should be because of insect eggs."
Ye Qing thought: "It should be that Fang Zhiyong placed the eggs of the soul-eating mosquitoes into the souls of these people beforehand. The hatching of the eggs may be controlled by him."
"Previously, the eggs of the Soul-eating Mosquito did not hatch, so they were fine. But just now Fang Zhiyong controlled the eggs to hatch, and they died."
"Tsk, tsk, Fang Zhiyong is really amazing!"
Ye Qing couldn't help but sighed. Before he even met Fang Zhiyong, Fang Zhiyong taught him a lesson about what it means to be a good person under a good reputation, and what it means to be ginger or old.
He and Fang Zhaoyi both lost.
Fang Zhaoyi thought that he was very smart and was fully prepared to escape Fang Zhiyong's control and stab him in the back, but the fact was that Fang Zhiyong was superior, so he died.
Ye Qing also thought that he could control the situation and get some information and plans about Fang Zhiyong from Fang Zhaoyi, so he did not search his soul immediately and found nothing in the end.
Of course, if he searched Fang Zhaoyi's soul immediately, Fang Zhiyong might be aware of it, and he would get nothing in the end.
In short, Fang Zhiyong won this confrontation.
Of course, apart from giving him a kick in the ass, this win or loss didn't mean much loss to him.
After listening, the papermaker subconsciously asked: "The Fang Zhiyong that the young master talks about is the current Grand Tutor of the Chu Kingdom?"
"It's him." Ye Qing said.
"Then why did he spy on the young master?" The papermaker suddenly seemed to remember something: "But because the young master killed Fang Muyun and the prince of Chu?"
This incident was widely circulated in the world at that time, and of course he knew about it.
"Yes!" Ye Qing lamented: "Your young master, I am really troubled this time!"
Those words were true, but there was not much pessimism and despair on Ye Qing's face.
