I have a book of salvation

Yu Chen slowly typed a question mark.

?

He looked at the dull old man stiffly, with doubt on his face: "Are you trying to fool me? Or... is he talking nonsense?"

"Absolutely impossible!!"

The blunt old man was shocked and annoyed. When someone questioned his results, even if it was Yu Chen, he had to argue with reason!

"Sir! I can't do anything else, old man, but these heretics, the old man says second, I'm afraid no one in the whole of Daxia says first!

This divine sprout was awakened by the old man himself. Although he has lost most of his ability to communicate and is in a half-dead state because he has been parasitized for too long, there is only one thing that the old man can be sure of - he will never lie!

This magical instrument directly reads the fluctuations of thoughts in his mind. In other words, this is not his 'language', but the true cognition in his heart!

Although the old man didn't believe it at the time, the irrefutable fact is that this divine sprout does indeed belong to the current His Majesty, Emperor Qi Yuan! "

hiss--

Yu Chen took a breath of cold air.

In fact, he was almost completely convinced of stupidity.

After all, the other party is not only a subordinate officer of the Qiwu Department of the Underworld, but also was conferred by him personally.

Moreover, this old man had previously had a dazzling record of successfully cracking the literary saint's divine spear.

When he does things, Yu Chen can rest assured.

The reason why I ask this is because...it's too scary!

This divine sprout...is Emperor Qiyuan?

From Zhu Wantian's revolving lantern, Yu Chen knew that this divine sprout was given to him by King Rende when he left the capital.

It has been more than a year ago.

In other words, Emperor Qi Yuan's brain has been in that cold immortal coffin for a year!

As we all know, even those who have entered the Taoist realm cannot survive without their brains.

If the divine sprout in front of me really belongs to Emperor Qiyuan.

So... that guy who is now dominating all living beings in the court, using the Three Mountains and Nine Meridians National Fortune Formation to beat the overseas evil cultivators in the fifth realm to half-death, and finally killed the Prime Minister of Song Dynasty as well.

Who is it again?

For a moment, Yu Chen could only feel his own mind.

It's incredibly messy.

At the same time, he finally understood.

Why did King Rende give up his promising position as crown prince, pretend to be ill and go to Youzhou to become a small prince, and finally went overseas?

——This guy has long known that the guy on the throne is not the real Emperor Qiyuan!

No wonder!

No wonder he ran so fast! So decisive! No sloppiness!

——Whoever comes here will have to run away!

Are you kidding, you still want to be a prince?

Then the emperor is no longer the emperor!

Be a bastard prince!

"call……"

Yu Chen let out a long breath and looked at Lu Dui, "——Is there a way to make this person... say more?"

The dull old man shook his head, "It's not possible yet. I can only read some simple thought fluctuations. This is not the old man's problem with my alchemy tool. It's because the divine sprout itself is so frighteningly weak that even a little bit of it can't be read. Shen, the last vestige of life may be extinguished at any time.

But now that the mind-seizing Gu has been stripped away, given enough time, he should be able to regain more mental fluctuations. "

Yu Chen nodded with some disappointment, patted Lu Du's shoulder, "Keep up the good work."

Then, he returned to the Tomb of No Return.

He still felt dazed until the dazzling sunlight shone into his eyes.

——That’s outrageous.

It was already outrageous that Emperor Qi Yuan was controlled by his queen.

As a result, the empress is now dead, and Emperor Qi Yuan has returned to control the Three Mountains and Nine Meridians National Destiny Formation. After killing a Yuan Shen Qi Shi, you suddenly said that Emperor Qi Yuan's brain has been buried underground for a year.

It’s hard for anyone to accept it in a short time.

But Yu Chen still suppressed the turmoil in his heart and turned to think about more important things.

Since it is not Emperor Qiyuan who is on the throne now.

Then who... could he be?

Queen?

Overseas evil cultivator?

Unlikely.

These two guys were killed by Yu Chen himself.

The despair and unwillingness they felt when they died didn't look like they were just pretending.

That is an emotion that is difficult to disguise and can only be revealed when one is truly on the verge of death.

So...who is it?

When did he quietly take away the body of Emperor Qi Yuan while he was under the control of his concubines, and he kept pretending that no one has discovered it yet?

——Yu Chen couldn’t think of it even after thinking about it for a long time.

Seeing Yu Chen thinking hard like this, Yu Xiaoyu asked with curiosity on his face.

Yu Chen didn't hide anything and directly told about Emperor Qi Yuan's divine sprouts.

The girl was stunned for a long time before sighing.

——Your country is really in chaos.

Just as the two of them were talking to each other, guessing who was occupying the magpie's nest.

Waves of curses came from under the Never Return Tomb.

Let's look at the same officials, carrying a corpse wrapped in white cloth up the mountain.

Beside them, He Ziqiu said nothing, holding the memorial tablet of Prime Minister Song, following them all the way, his head deeply buried.

——Because he was a "rebellious minister and traitor", even if Emperor Qi Yuan "showed great mercy" and spared the fate of the Song Prime Minister being quartered on five horses and hanging in Gao Street, the Ministry of Rites of the imperial court would naturally not be able to send him off with any grand scene.

Therefore, from the perspective of the court, this funeral can be said to be quite crude.

Only a few officials from the funeral department carried the corpse, and Prime Minister Song's apprentice He Ziqiu saw it off.

——That’s the case on the surface.

But behind them, there is a large number of people who follow them spontaneously!

Along the way, he knelt three times and kowtowed nine times, crying bitterly and cursing the injustice of heaven and earth. He was as long as the sky, and he was inferior to the prime minister of the country!

As the funeral procession went up the mountain, the surging crowd almost surrounded the entire Tomb of No Return.

This is evident from the popularity of the Prime Minister of the Song Dynasty.

Several officials who usually talked a lot now had no intention of talking anymore and started to act like boring gourds.

They kept digging the hole, and after digging it, they carried the body of Prime Minister Song in respectfully. After three kneels and nine kowtows, the soil was finally closed.

After kneeling down many times, he and He Ziqiu and the other people went down the mountain.

But before leaving, He Ziqiu took a deep look at Yu Chen, and then followed the mighty team down the mountain.

Prime Minister Song was buried, the funeral procession withdrew, and the people dispersed.

Yu Chen stared straight at the tomb and sighed, "It's not the first time I've seen him. Come in and sit down."

Look at the tomb, the Song Dynasty Prime Minister in purple clothes, standing with his hands behind his back.

Although he has no realm, he also has no way to practice.

But having held a high position for many years and being in charge of a dynasty for one time has made Prime Minister Song's spirit extraordinary.

Therefore, even after death, his obsession persisted and turned into an innocent soul, but he still maintained absolute sanity and calmness.

He followed his body all the way up the mountain and saw with his own eyes that he was buried in the soil and that countless people bid farewell to him in mourning.

Entered the house.

Yu Chen poured a cup of tea.

These tea leaves, cups, and teapots are all things from the underworld. They were brought out by the old man Literary Saint when he came over, so even the dead can touch and drink them.

"Song didn't expect that the dignified judge... was actually a guardian of the Mausoleum of No Return."

Song Xiang had already calmed down and accepted the fact that he was dead. He looked at Yu Chen's figure and sighed.

"I didn't say I was a judge." Yu Chen shook his head.

"You didn't say it, but Song guessed it."

Prime Minister Song also chatted with each other, like a friend he hadn't seen for many years, "Ms. Song once looked through all your cases and found that there was no motive for anything you did.

Not for wealth, not for fame, just to kill evil and eliminate evil.

At first, Song thought that you were the kind of chivalrous man who used force to break the ban. He was happy to settle grudges and when he saw an injustice on the road, he drew his sword and blood splattered three feet away.

But later Song discovered that this was not the case. There was at least one prerequisite for a knight to kill someone - he had to know where there was injustice.

But in many of the cases you committed, the guys you killed killed, set fire to, and committed crimes perfectly. If they hadn't died in the end and the crimes were exposed, no one would even discover them in their lifetime.

So, how did you find the murderer and impose the death penalty before the court discovered these things?

Song has never known this issue. "

Song Xiang took the tea cup from Yu Chen's hand and took a slight sip.

Then he continued to speak,

"So Song has always been puzzled and unable to determine your true identity.

To this day, Song is clearly dead and he sees you, and you also see Song. At that moment, all doubts were suddenly cleared up.

——If humans and ghosts are on different paths and the iron barrier between yin and yang is broken, everything seems to be explained.

The cases you committed, the people you killed, the bloodshed of your men, all your sources of intelligence are not rumors among the people in the market, nor are they some huge intelligence agency.

But...the dead themselves. "

Prime Minister Song showed a determined look, "——You can see the dead, you can talk to them, you can... fight tooth for tooth, blood for blood."

Yu Chen opened his mouth, hesitated to speak, and finally sighed and shook his head, "The fact that you have a soul after your death means that your last wishes have not been fulfilled and your obsessions have not gone away, but at this moment, you still have time to think about these things..."

He didn't deny it.

Song Xiang narrowed his eyes.

——Sure enough, the person in front of you is the judge!

"So, you should have guessed it, right?"

Yu Chen sat down across from Prime Minister Song, "I am not a chivalrous knight, I just help the dead - so, Prime Minister Song, what is the last wish that has not been fulfilled, so that he wanders around the world?"

Prime Minister Song stood up, came to Yu Chen, and bowed: "Mr. Song, please... kill someone!"

"Kill who?"

"emperor!"

"good!"

Yu Chen nodded and asked again: "Which emperor?"

Prime Minister Song raised his eyebrows, as if he was surprised that Yu Chen could ask such a question.

Yu Chen waved his hand, "I already know that it is not Qi Yuan who is on the throne now."

"Sir, you really have great powers."

Prime Minister Song took a deep breath and said:

"As you said, the person sitting on the throne is no longer the His Majesty that everyone in the world knows.

The person who occupied the dove's nest and brought the corpse back to life was none other than the founding emperor of Great Xia - Emperor Kaiyuan. "