Chapter 855: Can't Calculate
Lu Zhaoling was too lazy to talk to Zhou Shiyue.
She is not actually afraid of exposing her abilities.
In the past, if it were her and her master, everyone would have just flattered them. You know, offending the masters of the Xuanmen is a very stupid thing to do.
But she had never lived through the imperial era, so maybe she was not as familiar with this era as Zhou Shiyue, so it was not wrong for her to listen to him.
"I'm going to sleep, don't bother me."
She pushed Zhou Shiyue away and glanced at the desk, gloating a little. "I think you definitely won't have time to sleep tonight. You'll be busy until dawn, right?"
Zhou Shiyue found it a little unbelievable, "Did I hear you wrong? You seem to be gloating?"
"You heard me right. Hey, none of you can sleep tonight, only I can. I feel very happy just thinking about it."
Lu Zhaoling sat comfortably on the recliner, covered herself with the fox fur cloak, and closed her eyes.
"You guys keep busy."
"How about you come and stay up late with me..."
"Tomorrow I will use thunder to attack those people." Lu Zhaoling said this without opening his eyes.
Zhou Shiyue immediately gave up the idea of asking her to stay up late with him.
Those who should have been under the command of Ying Tong were also listed by Lu Er as having to die sixteen times.
Therefore, there will definitely be more than just chopping them down tomorrow at noon.
It's time to let her recuperate.
"You sleep well." Zhou Shiyue immediately lowered the curtain to block the candlelight on his side so that she could sleep better.
Lu Zhaoling fell asleep quickly.
She slept soundly.
Many people in the military camp stayed up all night.
Some were concentrating on learning how to draw talismans, some were quietly discussing tomorrow's beheading, some were patrolling, and some were setting up the execution ground.
Some people are sorting out recent events one by one and thinking clearly about how to deal with them in the future.
Jiang Yongmiao didn't sleep either.
She found some ghost paper and went to a corner to burn it for her mother and her elder and second brothers.
Captain Su sent Lu Yuan and He Ge to follow her and take her to the right place.
Jiang Yongmiao burned the paper and told everything again while crying.
The wind was strong and paper money was flying everywhere.
The sky was dim. Lu Yuan and He Ge looked at the white cloth tied on her head, listened to her crying, looked at each other, and both rubbed their arms.
"This is still a military camp. If we really went to the cemetery outside, I would find it creepy." Lu Yuan said in a low voice.
Brother He nodded, he felt the same way.
"I don't quite understand why the Lord seems to be particularly willing to send us to do this kind of thing? Why?"
Lu Yuan said, "Maybe it's because we are more familiar with Miss Lu?"
Brother He glanced at him and said, "Not only are you familiar with her, you even call Miss Lu auntie... Ugh!"
Lu Yuan covered his mouth.
He looked around, but there was no one else.
Jiang Yongmiao was just crying and talking to herself, and didn't pay any attention to them.
Fortunately fortunately.
"Brother He, please, don't mention this kind of thing again. If His Royal Highness the Prince of Jin knew about this, I'm afraid he would chop off my head." Lu Yuan was a little scared.
He was embarrassed again.
"Don't tell me, why would I hurt you like this?"
"But, you said, where did that beautiful female ghost go?" Brother He suddenly thought of Madam Sheng San.
"You want to see her?" Lu Yuan shuddered, "Be careful she might give you a warm welcome..."
In another cell, Ying Tong was kicking Jiang Yongyi lightly.
Lieutenant General Song was watching nearby.
"She hasn't woken up yet. Is that true?"
"How could she not wake up? Isn't she very powerful? Not only is she powerful, she also has a very powerful master."
Ying Tong continued to kick Jiang Yongyi.
"If she doesn't wake up, we really won't have a chance to escape."
"Didn't the barbarians say they had sent people to the city? Why aren't they coming to rescue us?"
Lieutenant General Song was also filled with despair.
They never imagined that they would end up like this.
They will be sent off tomorrow, but he really doesn't want to die!
Jiang Ren was coaxed into believing in the art of immortality, but he and Ying Tong were not. They were sober and believed from the bottom of their hearts that there was such a art of immortality.
Because they have all met Jiang Yongyi's master.
Mr. Gong said he was over seventy years old, but actually he looked only in his fifties or sixties.
He also said that when the art of immortality is perfected, they will be able to find a suitable body. At that time, it will be equivalent to changing a body to continue living and avoiding the suspicion of the world.
Lieutenant General Song was very satisfied with his appearance. He was still young, so he was not in a hurry.
But as long as he participated, when his body was old, he would be able to choose one of his descendants who looked most like himself, and then be reborn in this descendant.
If he continues like this for generations, how long will he have to live?
This is immortality!
He was quite enthusiastic at the thought.
The same goes for Ying Tong.
They all believed in this magic.
"Jiang Yongyi is Master Gong's favorite disciple. How could he ignore her safety? As long as we wake her up, she will definitely find a way to send a message to Master Gong, and Master Gong will come to save us."
"You're right, this woman is really useless. She has learned a lot of skills, but now she's sleeping like a dead pig and can't get up."
Lieutenant General Song also stretched out his foot to kick Jiang Yongyi.
"Wake up!"
Ying Tong gritted his teeth and said, "She must have been knocked unconscious by that Lu guy."
"What should we do now?" Lieutenant General Song felt so angry when he thought of Lu Zhaoling.
They are still trying to think of a solution here without giving up.
A hundred miles away, Old Man Gong sat cross-legged in the middle of a drawn magic circle. Three incense sticks were stuck on the sand in front of him, and a white candle was lit.
He counted quickly on his fingers.
He had already sensed that the formation he had set up had been broken.
But he had already walked a hundred miles to the north. If he rushed back to the southwest now, it would be too late to cause trouble due to the snowstorm.
I originally thought that he had arranged and deployed many things, and Jiang Yongyi could take charge of it alone, but who knew that an accident happened not long after he left.
Jiang Yongyi is such an idiot!
He tried to calculate whether Jiang Yongyi would be good or bad, but couldn't figure it out for a long time, and couldn't help cursing in his heart.
If he hadn't suffered the backlash from activating Prince Jin's talisman before, he wouldn't be so weak now.
It's really infuriating.
Who is the expert around King Jin?
When he finds this person, he will tear him into pieces, otherwise he will never be able to get rid of the hatred in his heart.
"how's it going?"
Another person walked out of the cabin at the back.
He is a tall old man with bulging temples. He must be a master of internal martial arts.
"I can't figure it out!" Old Man Gong said hatefully.
"So weak."
"You can do it!"
"What am I to you, your own disciple?"
"Mr. Luo, you have also suffered the backlash, and you are just as weak now."