The secret room was dark and filled with a decaying and damp atmosphere, giving people the feeling of being in a tomb.
Gu Xu thought.
A ball of warm yellow fire appeared at his fingertips, and then rose slowly, like an oil lamp, hanging on the ceiling, dispelling the darkness in the room.
It also illuminated Zhao Changying's figure.
This powerful true king who once raised the rebel flag in Luojing City and entered the palace was now sitting on an old futon like a sculpture, his eyes closed and motionless, with thick dust accumulated on his body.
"Father!"
Zhao Yan shouted softly and immediately stepped forward.
However, at this moment, the dust in the room seemed to be attracted by an invisible force, gathering together like a tornado, and then transformed into a sharp spear, which aimed at the two intruders with lightning speed. The attacker stabbed him hard.
"Be careful!" Gu Xu shouted.
But his movements were faster than his voice.
Before he finished speaking, he had already flashed to Zhao Yan's side and pushed her away.
The spear missed him and hit the wooden cabinet next to the wall heavily.
With a loud noise, the wooden cabinet broke into countless pieces, and the contents fell to the floor with a crash.
"This is..." Zhao Yan looked at the mess beside the wall and narrowed her eyes slightly.
"This should be a restriction set by your father," Gu Xu said, "He doesn't want outsiders to enter this secret room and explore the true state of his body.
"This spear is just a test. There is a more dangerous killing array hidden behind it."
"Then how should we get there?" Zhao Yan asked without thinking.
For her, traveling with Gu Xu is an extremely relaxing thing - because she can leave all the troublesome things like "thinking about strategies" and "making plans" to him, and she only needs to focus on fighting. .
"Although your father's restriction is extremely dangerous, it is impossible for him to kill his own daughter. The 'key' to crack it lies with you."
As Gu Xu spoke, he squatted down and gently pushed away the dust on the ground in front of him with his hands.
The complex formations under the dust gradually appeared before their eyes.
"Your Majesty, please place your hands on the formation patterns and inject true energy into the formation."
Zhao Yan nodded and obeyed.
Her essence was a fiery bright red.
Like flames, like magma, like blood, flowing between the formations, as if outlining an ancient and obscure picture.
After a few seconds, the light faded.
These flowing primeval energy, together with the complex formation patterns, seeped into the floor one after another and ceased to exist.
"The restriction has been lifted, let's go there."
After hearing Gu Xu's words, Zhao Yan immediately came to her father's side and placed her palms on his chest, trying to find his breathing and heartbeat.
"Gu Xu, we are late." After a moment, she lowered her head and said with a gloomy expression, "He has completely passed away."
Gu Xu could clearly see that the fire of hope that had just been ignited in her eyes seemed to be extinguishing quietly.
"No, maybe not yet."
He shook his head and walked straight to her side.
Zhao Changying indeed had no vital signs.
But with the help of the ability of insight into all things given to him by the astrolabe, he could faintly see that there was still a trace of remnant soul in Zhao Changying's body - under the influence of Zhao Changying's obsession, it stubbornly stayed in the world and refused to be easily followed. The wind dispersed.
"You still can't let go of your daughter, right?"
Gu Xu looked at Zhao Changying's closed eyes and said silently in his heart.
Then he began to recite the mantra silently.
Because he no longer needed to deceive the remnant soul of Emperor Ziwei, he did not bother to arrange those formations that looked fancy but were actually useless. Instead, he simply and directly performed the "Zhao Ming Forbidden Technique".
This time, the "Zhao Ming Forbidden Technique" did not seem to have an immediate effect.
After reciting the spell, Zhao Changying did not attack Gu Xu driven by instinct like the former Khan Altan of the grassland.
Except for becoming paler and colder, Zhao Changying did not change at all.
Still like a lifeless corpse, motionless.
Zhao Yan frowned, feeling increasingly nervous.
She could naturally sense that her father had been transformed into a ghost by Gu Xu using magic.
But out of trust in Gu Xu, she did not speak to influence him to cast the spell, but quietly paid attention to her father's condition.
"Don't worry," Gu Xu comforted her, "He is just too weak and needs some special methods to recover."
As he spoke, he took out the Jinghong pen and talisman paper from "Xianyunju" and drew a few strokes on the paper at random.
The talisman paper soon turned into a small porcelain bowl.
Gu Xu used his true energy to cut the palm of his hand and let the blood slowly flow into the porcelain bowl.
But at this moment, Zhao Yan suddenly grabbed his wrist.
"What's wrong?"
"He is my father. In my blood, if you can."
Gu Xu shook his head gently: "I have to do this. In the eyes of ghosts and monsters, your blood is just a thirst-quenching drink, but my blood is a panacea that can save lives and heal the wounded."
"Is there no other way? For example, using pills or something?"
"This is the most convenient and effective method. The body and soul of ghosts are one, and their self-recovery ability is much stronger than that of human monks. If we wait until he transforms back into a human before treatment, he will not have such a good chance to repair his soul."
Zhao Yan said "hmm" and let go.
But when Gu Xu's hand was bleeding, she felt that her heart had been cut open, and blood was flowing gurglingly.
Then, Zhao Yan held Zhao Changying's head and raised his head slightly.
Gu Xu brought the porcelain bowl to his mouth and poured the blood into his mouth.
The two of them clearly felt that Zhao Changying's power aura was gradually rising.
About a quarter of an hour later, Zhao Changying opened his dark, empty eyes.
His eyes fell on Gu Xu, revealing two fangs, like a beast that had found its prey.
Then, like lightning, he stood up from the futon with a "whoosh".
"Father, it's us," Zhao Yan immediately stopped in front of Gu Xu, "I am Yan'er and he is Gu Xu. He is the husband you suggested I choose before. Do you still remember?"
Zhao Changying's movements suddenly stopped.
His hole-like eyes reflected Zhao Yan's figure, with a hint of emotional fluctuations.
Gu Xu caught his moment of hesitation and quickly recited the incantation of "Ming Zhao Forbidden Technique" silently.
Zhao Changying's body froze in place, and blood gradually appeared on his pale face.
In this silent secret room, Zhao Yan finally heard his weak breathing.
Her eyes suddenly became moist, and her eyelashes couldn't help trembling.
"Thanks……"
She grabbed Gu Xu's arm and murmured.
"Between you and me, why bother saying thank you?" Gu Xu smiled.
However, at the next moment, Zhao Changying's body suddenly shook twice, and then he fell heavily to the ground with a "bang".
Zhao Yan exclaimed and immediately rushed to her father's side to check his physical condition.
"Don't worry," Gu Xu said, "He is still too weak, let him sleep a little longer."
(End of chapter)
