Chapter 1138: The Souls of the Dead Soldiers

Chapter 1138: The Souls of the Dead Soldiers

"My lord, be careful!"

Qing Xiao noticed it and immediately rushed towards those people.

He knocked two of them away, and at the same time grabbed the third soldier's clothes with one hand and pulled him hard.

Zhou Shiyue had actually avoided it in time.

When he suddenly heard some movement behind him and felt that the breath was not right, he misstepped and turned around to avoid their swords.

Hey! Almost there!

Mr. Meng was mute-pressed and couldn't speak, but the regret and annoyance on his face were clearly visible.

Qinglin kicked him.

"Is it your fault?"

Although he asked this, after kicking Old Meng, he immediately stood in front of Zhou Shiyue and slapped a soldier who rushed towards him again.

"Are they possessed?"

The other soldiers followed suit and stopped these people.

But in the past few days, his strength suddenly became very strong, and he fought with them in an instant. He was able to grab a companion with one hand and throw him out.

The soldiers here looked at the other party's face and couldn't bear to do anything cruel.

"What should we do? We are brothers!"

Someone shouted anxiously.

They are brothers who have been training together, eating, drinking, defecating, urinating and bragging together. Are they going to kill each other?

“They are so strong!”

We couldn't bear to kill them, but those who were possessed showed no mercy to them.

One of them grabbed one of his companions with one hand and scratched his face severely, leaving several bloody marks.

Others just charged headfirst, knocking their companions so hard that their internal organs were almost dislocated.

"Qinglin Qingxiao, get the talisman!" Zhou Shiyue gave the order.

Just as they were about to take the talisman, a voice sounded in time.

"and many more!"

Zhou Shiyue turned his head and saw an elegant middle-aged scholar walking towards him quickly.

When Qinglin and Qingxiao saw this man, they didn't bother to take the talisman to deal with those soldiers for a moment, but instead stopped this man vigilantly.

This is Dead Horse Hill!

Everyone who appears now is suspicious and is very likely not an ordinary person!

"Prince Jin?"

The person who came was Weng Songzhi.

After using the talisman to deal with the boy, he chased after Master Meng and happened to see this scene.

Seeing Prince Jin looking at him, Weng Songzhi immediately revealed his identity.

"I am Weng Songzhi. I wonder if my nephew Yun Ting has mentioned this to the prince?"

Zhou Shiyue grasped the key point at the first moment.

This person, who called Junior Brother Yin, was calling Yun Ting, not Qingyu.

He had observed before that Lu Xiaoer was able to tell whether Yin Changxing was Yin Jingting or Yin Changxing just from the way Yin Changxing addressed him as Junior Brother Yin.

So, this Weng Songzhi is on the side of Yin Changxing?

Are you on the side of Junior Brother Yin?

"Uncle Weng?" he called slowly.

"I don't dare to call you uncle, Your Highness." Weng Songzhi was stunned for a moment. At first, he thought that the King of Jin was following Yin Yunting's lead, but then he thought it was not right. Why should the King of Jin follow Yunting's lead? "Your Highness..."

"Let's deal with the current matter first." Zhou Shiyue interrupted him.

The soldiers were still fighting, but the normal soldiers were afraid to hurt anyone and were beaten back step by step.

Those possessed soldiers were advancing step by step, heading towards him.

"They are indeed possessed by ghosts," Weng Songzhi immediately took out a few talismans, "but the ghosts who possessed them are not ordinary ghosts, but soldiers who died in the battle at Simapo a hundred years ago."

After hearing this, the soldiers froze slightly.

They were shocked and somewhat stunned.

"Are they soldiers too?"

"Yes. At the beginning, they were a group of soldiers escorting the people to escape. In order to protect the people, they sacrificed themselves and all died here."

As Weng Songzhi spoke, he walked towards them with the talisman in his hand, but when he passed by Zhou Shiyue, he handed the talisman to Zhou Shiyue.

"There seems to be something mysterious about the prince. Please use the talisman. I am... a little powerless now."

What does it mean?

"Your Highness..." Qing Xiao cautiously tried to dissuade Zhou Shiyue from accepting the talisman from Weng Songzhi.

This man said that he was Master Yin’s uncle, but were his words necessarily true?

"Let me be your subordinate." Qinglin stepped forward.

But Weng Songzhi avoided his hand.

"You can't. This is a soul-gathering talisman I got from the First Mysterious Sect. Ordinary people can't use it. But I think His Royal Highness Prince Jin can use it."

He glanced at the soldiers again, a little anxious, "Your Highness Prince Jin, I just don't want to see the souls of these loyal soldiers being used by others to do evil. It would be a shame for them to be torn to pieces or fall into hell forever. These are not the outcomes they deserve!"

"I have to collect these souls and then go find my senior brother to think of a way to give them a good place to go."

Those soldiers had already grabbed their companions' necks with one hand and lifted them up.

If we don't take action now, the soldiers will die at their hands.

And they did evil.

Zhou Shiyue took the talisman from Weng Songzhi's hand and asked, "How do I do it?"

"Stick these talismans on their backs, and then use this one to circle three times in front of their eyes, and say 'stop!'"

Weng Songzhi spoke a little anxiously.

There was no need for Zhou Shiyue to explain further, as he flashed past as fast as an afterimage using his lightness skills.

When the soldiers noticed him coming and turned around to attack him at the same time, his figure as fast as a ghost had flashed past them and stuck the talismans on their backs.

"Your Highness Prince Jin's Qinggong is so good?" Weng Songzhi was surprised.

He glanced at Mr. Meng who was lying on the ground and no one was paying attention to him.

"Our prince has superb martial arts skills." Qinglin was very proud.

After Zhou Shiyue pasted those talismans, he had already arrived and flashed in front of them.

"Soldiers, listen to my orders."

He suddenly shouted.

And those soldiers stood up straight as if with a muscle reaction and looked at Zhou Shiyue.

Zhou Shiyue held the talisman and turned it three times in front of them.

When he was turning the talisman, the soldiers' eyes first became wide open, and then their expressions became somewhat painful. After a while, several bloody figures emerged from the soldiers' bodies and were then sucked in by the talisman.

"Give it to me quickly."

Weng Songzhi quickly stepped forward and tore open a small cloth bag made of yellow cloth with talismans painted on both sides. "Put it in."

Zhou Shiyue stuffed the talisman into the palm-sized cloth bag.

He took a look and it seemed like there were a lot of things pushing, squeezing and kicking inside the small cloth bag, making it difficult for the bag to hold on.

Weng Songzhi quickly tied up the small cloth bag.

The rope used to tie the bag was yellow and red twisted together.

The soldiers who had been possessed before woke up as if from a dream.

"What happened to us just now?"

"It's nothing. I'll go back and get a peace amulet for you." Qinglin said.