At night, Wu Gen was drinking with the guards in Chuji's mansion, which is now called Zhao Chuji. These people all knew what Wu Gen had done at the Gathering of Talents, so they were naturally close to him. In addition, he was from the Xiang Army, so he quickly became familiar with the soldiers.
Now Wu Gen has a new position, that is, Chu Ji's Langguan, who is responsible for guarding.
When the wine was in full swing, a man came from outside. It was Gao Cheng, the chief steward, who wanted to see Wu Gen by name. Well aware of this person's status in the palace, Wu Gen hurriedly went out to investigate and try to figure out the purpose of his visit.
"Follow me." Gao Cheng said coldly.
"Executive officer, what's the matter?" Wu Gen couldn't help but look at the night sky above his head.
"Your Majesty invites you."
"Why is it so urgent?"
"have no idea."
"Well……"
Wu Gen followed Gao Cheng to a room behind Xuanming Hall. As soon as he entered the room, Zhao Chang sat in the middle, Zhao Qian and Zhao Ling sat on the left and right.
Zhao Ling still looked the same, with a cold expression on his face, as if he didn't care about anything. Zhao Qian's eyes flickered and he stared at Wu Gen with evil intentions.
The candlelight flickered, and Wu Gen's heart was lifted. With such a battle, it was obvious that nothing good would be waiting for him.
Wu Gen gave Zhao Chang a salute, and the other party waved his hand and said, "Sit down, no one else is here today, so just forget about all the red tape. Wu Gen, Chu Ji is my adopted daughter, you should take good care of her."
"I will do my best to assist you, Prince, please rest assured." Wu Gen knew in his heart that Chief Zhao was reminding himself that the promise had been fulfilled and it was time to do the dirty work himself.
"Gao Cheng." Zhao Chang ordered.
"No." Gao Cheng walked up to Wu Gen holding a lacquer plate covered with a piece of black cloth. Gently opening the black cloth, there is a piece of white paper two inches wide and one foot long. The words on it are someone's birthday and birth date.
"I heard that you are good at the art of witchcraft and poison, so let's cast poison on this person tonight." Zhao Chang looked at Wu Gen with a dark gaze.
Wu Gen's heart skipped a beat. This was going to be fatal. He didn't know any magic skills, and the person on the paper had no name or surname. He didn't know where he was from, and he couldn't make any arrangements in advance. What should he do?
That day in the tofu shop, because Zhao Ling was unable to practice cultivation, he dared to use temptation boldly. Zhao Chang and Gao Cheng are both here today. These two people put a lot of pressure on Wu Gen. If his flaws are revealed, whether he can get out of here tonight is still a question.
With his mind spinning wildly, Wu Gen slowly stood up and bowed to Zhao Changshen, "Your Majesty, the art of witchcraft and Gu is not omnipotent. It is really difficult to use just one birth date and horoscope.
You must know that there are countless people born in the same year, month and day. If you use this method to perform magic, it will be a huge burden for the Gu master, and it is not impossible to die directly.
Moreover, the art of witchcraft and voodoo focuses on moisturizing things silently. Due to the guidance of force, the hair or nails of the cursed person are used as matchmakers, so that people are unknowingly infected, and the voodoo master can escape safely. That kind of rapid fire and strong medicine technique will also cause great harm to the Gu Master.
My lord, it’s not that you can’t do it, it’s really that you can’t do it. "
Zhao Chang and Gao Cheng looked at each other, Zhao Chang nodded slightly, "Okay then, bring this person up."
There was a sound of chains being dragged, and two secret guards walked in carrying a man. This man's hair was disheveled, his head hung limply, and his body was stained with blood. He had obviously been tortured.
"Pah." The secret guard let go of his hand, and the man fell heavily to the ground, groaning softly.
A secret guard stepped on his back and pulled his head up by his hair, revealing a pale face.
Wu Gen's eyes narrowed, he knew this person was Huang Li. The man struggled for a few times, and when he saw the situation in the house, he closed his eyes, obviously knowing that there was no way out today.
"This person is not doing things well and has committed a serious crime. You must also know him. I don't want some moisturizing and silence. I just want to see how to use quick fire and strong medicine." Zhao Chang said in a deep voice.
Wu Gen sighed, "As ordered, please ask the senior management to prepare some magic tools."
Soon, seven long candles were placed in a circle in the room. Wu Gen was disheveled and holding a peach wood sword. He tied a small figure with cloth and wrote Huang Li's name and birth date on it.
He walked up to Huang Li, lifted up his hair, murmured to himself, and stretched out his hands to draw on his face and body.
After waiting for a long time, Zhao Qian became impatient, walked behind Wu Gen, and scolded: "You should be faster, it takes so long to cast a gu spell."
Wu Gen raised his head and glanced at Zhao Qian. His eyes were all white and his pupils were almost invisible. Zhao Qian was frightened and quickly took a step back. His face was frightened and he almost fell. Wu Gen quickly supported him and said in a strange voice: "Your Majesty, be careful."
Zhao Ling glanced at Zhao Qian with disdain and then looked away. Zhao Chang's face darkened. Zhao Qian behaved like this, how could he rest assured that he would be given a big responsibility in the future.
Finally, Wu Gen finished casting the spell, cut off a lock of Huang Li's hair, and returned to the middle of the long candle. Holding a mahogany sword in his right hand and a bell in his left hand, he murmured something in his mouth, stepped on Gang steps, and walked back and forth around the long candle.
Wu Gen walked faster and faster, and the ringing became more rapid. In the end, he could only be seen stamping his feet on the ground, looking like a maniac. Suddenly, the ringing stopped abruptly, Wu Gen stopped, stood in a horse stance with his legs, and held the mahogany sword in front of his eyes.
An inexplicable aura quietly spreads in the palace. This feeling is very strange, just like facing a thousand-year-old ancient artifact. Just putting it in place gives people a sense of simplicity and dignity.
Zhao Chang and Gao Cheng looked at each other, both of them were a little surprised. Soul masters are extremely rare in the world. For many years, Zhao Chang has been thinking of recruiting one or two but he couldn't get them. Otherwise, he wouldn't have gotten the two good ones from Fu Ming Sect.
Even though Gao Cheng and Zhao Chang were well-informed, they could not understand Wu Gen's operation. However, this aura could not be faked. Could it be that Wu Gen had attracted some extraordinary being.
Wu Gen's face looked like a ghost under the candlelight, flickering in and out, and his white eyes made people shudder. He reached out and wrapped Huang Li's hair around the tip of the peach wood sword, then placed it on the candle and lit it.
Then he grabbed the puppet on the ground, shouted, and slowly stabbed the puppet with his peach wood sword.
Everyone's eyes slowly moved along with the tip of the sword, and even Zhao Ling had a look of curiosity on his face. Finally, the tip of the sword touched the puppet's head, but it was unable to penetrate.
Wu Gen's forehead was beaded with sweat, and he looked quite painful. He gritted his teeth and said, "Come in."
A scream shocked everyone in the room, and Zhao Qian sat down on the ground in fear. The one who screamed in agony was Huang Li, who fell to the ground. He held his head tightly with both hands, his face was ferocious, and he screamed in pain. From time to time, he hit his head heavily on the ground, and there was a pool of blood under his body.
The faces of Zhao Chang and others became solemn, and they were all frightened by this invisible and intangible strange method. Zhao Ling glanced at Zhao Qian provocatively. When a few people discussed the test of Wu Gen's witchcraft tonight, Zhao Qian was quite disapproving and bluntly said that his sister had made a loss on the deal.
Wu Gen stabbed a section, but couldn't get any further, and his face was dripping with sweat.
Zhao Qian felt angry because he was outcompeted by his sister again this time. I lost my temper a few times today, which must have left an impression of cowardice on my father. It's all Wu Gen's fault. He stood there for a long time without moving, his eyes glancing at him, as if he was mocking and sarcastic.
Even a servant like you dared to laugh at me. In anger, he lost his mind. With a flick of his sleeves, the tea cup in front of him was thrown out, accidentally knocking over a long candle.
"Ah..." With a scream, Wu Gen's long hair danced wildly, blood seeped out from the corners of his mouth, and he tore open the clothes on his chest with both hands. The strange atmosphere in the room suddenly became violent, and the long candles were extinguished one after another. Soon, this aura disappeared.
Wu Gen lay on the ground, twitching in pain. At the same time, Huang Li gradually calmed down and his voice gradually stopped.
"What are you doing?" Zhao Ling stood up suddenly, pointed at Zhao Qian and shouted. Anyone could see at this time that Zhao Ling had destroyed the formation with one blow just now, and Wu Gen was obviously seriously injured when the spell backfired.
Zhao Chang glared at Zhao Qian with cold eyes, "If you don't succeed enough, you will fail more than you can."
Upon seeing this, Gao Cheng stepped forward and quickly helped Wu Gen up. Although the spell cast tonight was unsuccessful, everyone could see that Wu Gen still had some abilities. Killing Huang Li is nothing. The prince will still be of great use to Wu Gen in the future, so he must not die just like that.
Wu Gen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and gasped, "It's okay, I just suffered internal injuries and won't be able to cast spells for more than a month."
. Your Majesty, although the bewitching spell was broken today, this person was also seriously injured. Although he did not die, his spirit was in chaos and he was no different from a fool. "
"Very good, very good. Wu Langguan takes good care of his body. I am convinced of your ability. Gao Cheng, take some of the best healing medicine in the house and give it to Wu Langguan. You must not leave any chronic illness. Don’t worry, the next time you perform the surgery, you won’t be so quick and violent, and it will be better to moisturize things silently.” Zhao Chang quickly ordered.
"Thank you, Your Majesty." Wu Gen's face was full of gratitude, and he forced himself to salute, "And Your Majesty, don't kill this person. If it's useless, just hand it over to a villain. In the past, I have never encountered a situation where the spell was broken halfway. There is a special case like this today, but it can be used for further research in order to perfect one's own Gu technique."
After pondering for a moment, Chief Zhao nodded, "That's not impossible, but Wu Gen, you must keep your mouth shut about today's matters and not leak anything. If anyone finds out, you will know the consequences."
"I understand, I must keep my mouth shut." Wu Gen quickly agreed.
"Gao Cheng, send Wu Langguan back." Something happened here, and Zhao Chang also lost interest.
Gao Cheng sent Wu Gen back to Chuji's residence, took a deep look, and said, "Just take care of yourself." After that, he turned and left. new
If you don’t die today, you will die tomorrow. From ancient times to the present, whether those who cast poison are successful or not, they are destined to die.
Wu Gen looked at his back and remained silent for a long time. With the help of the guards, he reluctantly returned to the house.
For three days in a row, Wu Gen didn't go out, which made Chu Ji a little panicked. He ran to Chief Zhao, begged and acted like a spoiled child, and asked for a lot of good medicine. Even Zhao Ling went there several times.
A few days later, Gao Cheng sent people to find Wu Gen, and Huang Li had been sent to the original valley.
After Zhang Jing's death, the original valley was abandoned. Zhao Ling never visited this place again, so it was used for other purposes. Wu Gen found a carriage and headed to Yuangu alone.
When he arrived at the door, he announced that he was coming in. The man who came to pick him up was the bald man. His name was Li Chong. He had a straightforward temperament and was Zhao Ling's most trusted guard. Seeing Wu Gen coming, Li Zhong grinned. Xing Luoyuan and his party were already familiar with each other, so he let them in without checking anything.
As they arrived at a house, Wu Gen frowned. The house was filled with stench. A naked man was lying on the bed, covered with a layer of feces and urine. He giggled at Wu Gen, looking like a madman.
"Huang Li, do you still recognize me?" Wu Gen said, covering his nostrils.
"Hehehe..." Huang Li just laughed strangely.
A guard who came after hearing the sound said: "This person has been like this since he was brought here. He has been crazy all day long and can't even take care of himself. I don't know what he is still doing. It would be better to die happily."
"This man is of great use to the prince. You must not let him die. Go and clean him up and move him to a separate clean room. I have something to do." Wu Gen's face suddenly changed and he ordered sternly.
Just as the guard was about to say something, Li Zhong's eyes widened, and the man rushed into the room in fright.
After moving to a lonely room, Wu Gen told Li Zhong that no one should get close to him, otherwise he would miss the prince's important event and bear the consequences.
When the surroundings calmed down, Wu Gen looked at the skinny Huang Li on the bed and sneered: "Fool? What I'm best at is curing fools."
