After leaving his clone behind, Amon left Bidar's house and came to the place he rented.

He used his soul power to seal the house, and arranged several clones to guard the surroundings, and then took out the soul-fixing grass.

As soon as he left the space ring, the soul-fixing grass made a strange, baby-like cry, the sound was sharp and piercing, and the face on the leaves seemed to come alive, making a painful and twisted expression.

Black smoke spread, and a stench with rotten branches and leaves filled the house.

Amon "tsk" and whispered to himself: "This thing doesn't look decent at all."

Without too much scruples, he opened his mouth and swallowed it directly.

After swallowing it, he immediately took out the soul-refining grass and swallowed it in big mouthfuls, so as not to be unable to move after the effect of the soul-fixing grass took effect.

After he did all this, he suddenly felt a little cold, and his soul power could not be mobilized, like sticky, coagulating blood.

This is because the one kilogram of soul-refining grass accelerated the flow of soul power. Otherwise, at this moment, his soul power would become his death warrant.

Amon closed his eyes, his face was pale, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He felt that his soul was torn and glued together, and then repeatedly beaten by a hammer.

After three hours, he finally recovered a little ability to move. He gasped, rubbed his eyebrows, got up and walked to the bed to lie down.

The Amons who were guarding on the side also felt dizzy, and even the soul shield was a little unstable.

The team leader who was patrolling on the street staggered and did not fall down with the help of his subordinates.

"What's wrong, captain?"

"It's okay. Maybe I drank too much yesterday and haven't recovered yet." The guard team leader explained casually.

A chores sweeping the floor in the Wuhun Hall, supported by a broom, came to the corner and sat down slowly.

In the library of Beidi College, the librarian put down the book and rubbed his eyebrows.

...

The newly hired coachman of the Ross family fell off the carriage.

Fortunately, the carriage was parked at the gate of the city lord's mansion and was not moving.

Passers-by on the side couldn't help but feel lucky for him:

Otherwise, the poor coachman would probably be beaten to death by the bad-tempered count.

...

At this moment, all the clones that could contact Amon's body were more or less affected.

There was even an unlucky clone who was enjoying the scenery on the roof and rolled down from a high place, broke his neck, and died unfortunately. His death was a bit ridiculous.

Three days later, Amon recovered from weakness, sensed the state of the clones, and smiled with satisfaction, "Not bad."

Most of his clones carried their will with the smallest soul share, and their souls were under extreme load.

Under the power of the soul-fixing grass, the toughness of the soul was greatly improved, and many Amons felt a sense of relief from the depths of their souls.

At this time, only the original body has completed the soul transformation, and the rest are still in the process of continuous and slow transformation, which will take some time to complete.

Amon's clones are too many, and the total amount of souls is huge. Even with the power of the fairy grass, it is impossible to change them all at once.

However, when thinking of the unlucky clone who was killed by the fall, Amon was speechless and reflected on himself:

"I was not careful enough this time, and I ignored the impact that the soul transformation of the original body may bring to the clone...

"In addition, you must also pay attention to this when going to certain dangerous areas and fighting special enemies in the future.

"If you encounter a bad situation, cut off the contact in time, so as not to implicate the entire Amon group, or be found by the other party through the contact.

"After all, soul skills are all kinds of strange, and all kinds of them are possible."

At this time, a message from a clone caught Amon's attention:

Marquis Fecris was assassinated and fell into a coma after being seriously injured.

Amon pinched the upper and lower edges of the monocle with his index finger and thumb respectively, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a smile:

"Hehe... Interesting. ”

In Tiandou City, in the palace, a man wearing a dragon robe and a crown, who looked a little old, was holding the scepter tightly, with uncontrollable anger in his eyes.

“Asshole! A real marquis was assassinated in his own territory in broad daylight. Who can tell me what happened?”

Prince Xue Qinghe stepped forward and said calmly:

“Father, calm down. Marquis Feikris is a powerful soul emperor. The person who can assassinate him must be even more terrible.

“Although it is also important to catch the murderer, the top priority now is to stabilize the situation in the north…

“As a representative figure of nobles loyal to the royal family, Marquis Feikris’s coma will definitely cause turmoil in the north. We have to guard against it.”

“Soul Palace…” Emperor Xue Ye restrained his anger, but anyone could feel that under this calm surface, there was even more anger.

“Qinghe, what do you think we should do now? "Emperor Xue Ye asked.

Xue Qinghe held his chin and answered after a little thought: "It should have been time for the Lord of Beidi City to come back to report on his work. He is to blame for what happened.

"However, it is not appropriate to change people at this time. The situation in the North is complicated. It is tantamount to changing generals in the middle of a battle to rashly replace unfamiliar people.

"So I think that we should send old and steady ministers to form a nominal investigation team to catch the murderer, but actually go to Beidi City to help Kubero stabilize the situation.

"After the situation stabilizes, let Lord Kubero return to Tiandou City to explain the situation."

Emperor Xue Ye nodded slightly, satisfied with Xue Qinghe's answer, "Then who do you think is more suitable to go?"

"Lord Misia." Xue Qinghe answered confidently without hesitation.

"Misia..." Emperor Xue Ye pondered for a moment and was about to nod in agreement.

At this moment, Prince Xue Xing suddenly said: "Since the assassin is powerful, why don't we ask Mr. Dugu to go?"

Dugu Bo... Qian Renxue, who was disguised as Xue Qinghe, was alert in his heart, but did not show it on the surface:

"If Mr. Dugu is willing to go to the north, it would be great."

Someone reminded: "Mr. Dugu said before that he was going to retreat and practice some kind of poisonous skills, so let's not disturb him before he comes out."

"Uh...this..." Xue Xing was a little caught off guard and asked: "Did he say when he could come out?"

"No." The person who reminded just now answered.

"Then send Misia to lead three soul saint-level worshippers to Beidi City first. After Mr. Dugu comes out of retreat, tell him about this. If he doesn't want to go to Beidi, don't force him." Emperor Xue Ye made a decision.

After the meeting, Emperor Xue Ye looked at Xue Qinghe's departing back with a deep gaze.

After walking out of the palace, two figures suddenly appeared behind Xue Qinghe. They appeared so naturally, without any sense of abruptness, as if they had always been there.

"Your Highness, why did you recommend Misia? Instead of our people?" Ci Xue asked.

"Emperor Xue Ye is not an idiot. Even for me, the 'crown prince', he is on guard."

When he said the word "crown prince", a faint mockery appeared on his face:

"The layout of Beidi has been completed. Next, we just need to wait patiently. The final move will still be made by Tiandou City."

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