"This thing is a temporary fantasy of me pinching the talisman."

“…”

This is even less dependent on the adjustment.

Baili Yun glanced at the two of them with a dull and shocked look on his face, and rolled his eyes like a shameless iron. "The Marshal is dead, and there is no heir. In terms of etiquette, this military talisman cannot be left in the military talisman." He lifted the coffin board and continued, "Now we must do the trick to pull out the wolf with ulterior motives. The imperial order for the military talisman will not come down immediately. We have time to collect evidence, and then send a message to the Jinshi Academy and ask the two adults to assist."

His plan sounds like a perfect match.

But people were unpredictable, Gui Yi was still a little worried, so he said, "How can you be sure that someone will be traitor on the day of the festival? If your guess is not clear, forging military talismans can be regarded as a simulated crime."

Baili Yun drew a talisman in his hand and pressed it to the bottom of the coffin. After finishing his work, he responded slowly: "Do you know what kind of person is the King of Northern Yan?"

Gui Yi raised his eyebrows, "I don't remember you've ever contacted him."

Baili Yun shook his fingers, and there was a bit of joke on his eyebrows, "You don't have to contact me. What is a person? If you look at it too close, you will easily be confused."

As we all know, the King of Northern Yan is a scheming but upright person. He does not like to play those tricks of framed loyalty, but he is not a person who is willing to endure and go with the flow. His ambitions have always been on his face, but everyone is blinded by his superficial "integrity".

Of course, this does not mean that he is a bad person. After all, the principle of "a good minister chooses a master and serves" is originally a universally recognized law of nature. If there is indeed no monarch worthy of serving in this world, then self-establishing himself as a king can also be called a kind of courage.

"Treasoning for rebellion" is just a charge of a position.

Now, this person on the dragon throne doesn't look like an emperor with the means to master a new pattern. Although he is old and weak, he is still a cute little girl who has not grown up. Such a person should be at ease and become a mascot. If he is in such a stormy position, he will not only be unable to stand firm on his own, but also very likely to harm the country and the people.

However, President Baili has never had this kind of worry about the country and the people. He doesn't care whether he is an emperor or not. However, his current position is exactly the position of a "loyal minister", so he can only obey the arrangement and take on the work he should do.

"Even if I'm really unlucky, the King of Northern Yan is indeed honest and does not rebel," he fiddled with the fake thing in his hand again, his eyes full of fear. "Anyway, the charge has been confirmed, so at worst it's just a reversal of the drama that King of Northern Yan has not done."

His confidence is full of arrogance, "I am the best in the world, who can do what I can do to me?"

How did the marshal feel at ease to let this guy cause trouble? Isn’t you afraid of one day turning over?

——

Yi Chen Zhui's injuries were really solid. He was injured in small injuries, and he was injured in big injuries, and he was buried together. The doctors in Canghai Pavilion were really unable to take care of him.

"People, young master..." The doctor knelt on one knee in front of Jun Han's desk with fear, but Jun Han was reading the letter Baili Yun sent to him seriously - and an obituary sent by him.

Holding my own "Sang Enquiry" in my own hands, this feeling is really... very wonderful.

After reading the letter, Jun Han raised his eyelids without hesitation and finally took care of the doctor: "What's wrong with him?"

"Young Master is too seriously injured, I'm afraid..."

"Don't tell me no, still breathing." Jun Han's tone was calm and uneven, but he suppressed a huge rock in the doctor's heart for no reason.

Jun Han stood up and “Come here.”

"Yes." The doctor responded, and hurriedly got up and followed Jun Han out of the study.

Yi Chenzhu was settled in his own room. Shu Lingding stood aside, frowned and looked at the crowded four or five doctors gathered on the edge of the bed with a sad face.

Li Yue also stayed aside obediently, staring blankly at Yi Chen chasing him but didn't come over to make trouble.

Jun Han stepped directly into the door, and the group of doctors around the couch turned their eyes, all of whom were worried.

The young man on the couch had all his internal organs damaged, and his breath was like a candle in the wind. Although he was still hung in one breath, he had reached the point where he would be extinguished at any time.

"People, young master..."

Even the doctors in Canghai Pavilion do have a kind heart for doctors, and they are somewhat unbearable to say such words as death.

Jun Han ignored the bitter faces of one or two of them, sat directly on the edge of the couch, and first reached out to sigh at his breath.

The boy's whole body was covered with gauze and covered with blood, which was particularly shocking on his thin body.

Even Jun Han, who was used to seeing blood, seemed difficult not to be moved by it - after all, he had never seen Yi Chen chase him like this.

Is a life so fragile?

"Marson, the young master is too serious and it is really hard to save it..." A hard-hearted doctor still explained the situation.

Jun Han pressed his palm lightly against his heart, and his heartbeat was also weak, and even his spiritual breath was not enough, and he really became a body that broke through the air.

This time, even Junhan frowned.

It seemed that even the breath of phoenix fire contained in his spiritual veins was warm and gradual.

"Shu Ling."

"Marson..." Shu Ling responded to him with a heavy face.

"Go and prepare for the Spirit Insect Box."

"The Spirit Inscription Box?" Shu Ling raised his eyes in shock.

Jun Han's eyes were very heavy, almost cold. He glanced at Shu Ling for a moment and then turned his eyes away, "Go."

"...Yes..." Shu Ling accepted the order heavily as if he had received Qianjun.

The spirit-injecting box in the Black Armor Academy usually has only two functions: one is to supplement spiritual power loss for the spirit-abundant weapon, and the other is to use the spirit-drawing waste weapon.

Because most of the objects in Canghai Pavilion are filled with spiritual aggregates, all the things stored are depleted, and spiritual power is no exception. Therefore, those spiritual objects have to be used for a period of time to add spirits to supplement their power; on the contrary, the spirit extraction is mainly to extract the remaining spirits of the broken spirits and use them for the purpose of the objects. In addition, the spirits of spiritual objects are extracted for infusion.

Shu Ling tightened his eyes and swallowed tears all the way, and stepped into the Mori Tie Chongmen in the Black Armor Courtyard with a heartbroken heart.

The Spirit Box is actually a house with a spirit net, embedded on the ground, in a dark corner.

A circle of spiritual platforms of various sizes and shapes are displayed along the wall of this hall. The largest one is placed in the center. It is a huge rock with a flat top, like an irregular stone couch.

The stone is dark all over, like ink dyed, but the stone surface is shaking with some small bright spots, the light and darkness are trance, rising and falling one after another, as if the color of the starry sky.

This spiritual platform is usually used to pull out spirits, and few spiritual weapons have the power to inject spirits that are so powerful that they can be used to serve them.

Therefore, to drive this object, you must first stop the spirit-filling array of other spiritual platforms and convert the spirit-filling array of the entire spirit-filling chamber.

Jun Han dispersed the doctors in the room, and then Li Yue walked carefully to the edge of the couch and lowered her body to see Yi Chen chasing her.

Jun Han's eyes that had originally looked at Yi Chen chasing unknowingly moved to Li Yue. Both of them were silent for a long time, but Jun Han broke the silence first: "Why did you follow that messenger into the desert at that time?"

Liyue lowered her head, "Because she thought he was strange..."

"You are not suitable for tracking tasks now, so don't do this in the future." His tone was a little deeper. Li Yue heard some condemnation and nodded obediently.

Jun Han sighed slightly again, as if he had compromised something, and said, "This matter has nothing to do with you. That 'man' originally wanted to introduce Chen Zhui into the spiritual vortex."

His words stopped a little abruptly, probably something else was there, but he cut it off and swallowed it back.

Li Yue returned to the obedient silence again. She looked at Yi Chen chasing, her shoulders shrugged, and she seemed to sobbed silently twice.

When Jun Han was reluctant to bear it, he raised his hand and gently pressed her head, but couldn't say anything. He felt that the time was almost over, so he picked Yi Chen up from the couch and went out.

Lingliu Junhan, who had just broken the small spiritual platform, came in.

Shu Lingming avoided two steps with dissatisfaction.

Jun Han put Yi Chen Zhui on the huge stone spirit platform, glanced at the magic array on the ground, "Have you changed the magic array?"

"Aren't the marshal ready to pull out the spirit?"

Jun Han hooked the corner of his lips, but did not say anything, but only pulled the touching axis and replaced the spiritual power back.

"..." Shu Ling was shocked, "Don't you draw the ghost star soul?"

Jun Han had no time to spare and connected all the Xiaolingtai back. "That in Jinshi Academy is still a troublesome. I don't have time to deal with one more now." His tone was cold, not at all, as if he was here to save people, but as if he was here to collect debts.

Shu Ling also helped him a lot.

"You want to invigorate him?"

Where is the porcelain doll?

"His spiritual veins are almost exhausted, and it is useless to pass the spirits on ordinary spirits. I can only try this - bring the spirit plate."

In addition to exploring spirits, the spiritual plate also has the function of attracting spirits. Theoretically, it should be able to strengthen the effectiveness of the spirit injecting spirit box.

Shu Ling hurriedly found a spiritual plate and handed it in. Jun Han put the spiritual plate to Yi Chen's chest and pushed the spiritual array to the strongest. The spiritual array suddenly opened and the whole house shivered.

The entire spiritual flow of the spirit injected box was twisted into a stream by the spiritual plate at Yi Chen's heart and pressed into his body. The force was so fierce that it burst out the young man's spiritual veins, hidden under the indifferent and bloodless skin, which was visible to the Fluorescent Spirit.

"The ghost star soul in his body originally had to be nourished by spiritual power." Jun Han said lightly, but he stared at the direction of the spiritual power in Yi Chen Zhui's body.

This spirit stormed and gathered towards his dantian, but it was about to gather and then disappeared without a trace.

"It's not enough..." Jun Han's eyebrows and eyes sank, and he immediately made a decision, urging his spiritual power to chase Yi Chen along with the magic array.

Liying woke up and saw Liyue beside her when she opened her eyes.

"How is that guy?" She asked casually, and Li Yue replied: "Master Marshal brought him into the spirit box."

Hearing this, Liying bounced up from the couch, and she didn't sit up straight, and the wound hurt first. Before she could recover, she said in a panic, "Why?"

But she didn't give Li Yue a chance to answer this question at all. A gust of wind broke out of the door.

Li Ying ran all the way and tied her outer robe. She accidentally hurt her wounds with force and gritted her teeth and endured them.
Chapter completed!