Chapter 1177 He Beat to Death
Zhou Shiyue was really nervous.
Because he had a hunch that Yun Badao was not lying.
Lu Zhaoling fell silent.
Everyone fell silent, no one dared to speak.
Because they were all panicked.
Zhou Shiyue looked at Lu Zhaoling, then at Yin Changxing.
He was waiting for their answer.
What does he need so much merit and luck for? If he can really give it all to Lu Xiaoer, he will feel at ease.
The emperor, Madam Sheng San, and the three ghosts of Brother Frog also stood aside and did not dare to make any noise.
The emperor looked at his youngest son's slightly pale face and felt distressed, but he just clenched his fists and said nothing.
He is a father.
To be honest, of course he also hopes that his son is well first.
Zhou Shiyue's good fortune and merits can sometimes help him ward off evil spirits. From this point of view, the emperor naturally hopes that he can still keep these merits for himself.
But he also didn't want anything to happen to Lu Zhaoling.
Moreover, he understood how deeply he loved his son. If anything happened to Lu Zhaoling, his son would not be better off either.
Therefore, if this thing can really be done in the end, he will not stop it.
At worst, he would find an opportunity to swallow a big ghost in the future to improve his cultivation so that he could protect them in the future.
The emperor sighed deeply in his heart.
"Prince Jin's good fortune..."
Yin Changxing's voice sounded slowly, and everyone immediately looked at him.
“It’s hard to give it directly to someone else.”
Yin Changxing extinguished Zhou Shiyue's hope in the expectant look in his eyes.
"Evil cultivators and evil spirits can rob it if they want, but it can only be used to help them improve their cultivation. It is impossible to transfer the merits to them and offset their sins. The same goes for Xiao Ling'er."
Zhou Shiyue was disappointed at once.
So it’s not possible?
Therefore, when Lu Xiaoer took the luck from him, it could only help her recover her spirit, but it did not transfer the merit to her.
"However," Yin Changxing looked at Zhou Shiyue again, "you are the only one I have ever seen who can be blessed with golden light by doing a little good deed. It's really strange."
Just like their First Xuanmen, or other people in the world, they say that they are doing good deeds and accumulating virtue, but in fact it is very difficult to accumulate so much virtue.
Because as long as you are a human being, you have human nature. In life, there will always be times when you make mistakes, and the little virtue you have accumulated may be quietly offset.
How much good deeds must one do to accumulate a body of golden light?
Prince Jin was indeed a little strange.
"Just stay by my side," Lu Zhaoling was afraid that Zhou Shiyue would get stuck in a dead end, so she immediately held his hand. "If I'm tired or at a loss, can't I just take your merits?"
"As long as my spirit and energy recover quickly, no one can kill me? Don't worry!"
Lu Zhaoling spoke loudly.
However, Yin Changxing, Weng Songzhi, and Yin Yunting all remained silent.
Didn't answer.
Two knew that she had died twice, and one saw her die once with his own eyes.
How are they going to respond?
However, they will do their best to protect her in the future.
No matter what, nothing will happen to her this time.
Zhou Shiyue also held Lu Zhaoling's hand tightly.
Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit solemn, Lu Zhaoling just sighed and was about to say something to break the atmosphere, but A Kuan ran over.
"Ms. Lu! That Song Zhi outside..."
"Song Zhi?!" Lu Zhaoling immediately perked up, "He's here too? He's still here?"
"Where is he? I'm going to beat him up!"
There has to be someone to bear her emotions!
As a result, A Kuan said, "He was beaten to death by Mr. Zhou San."
"What?"
Everyone's attention was immediately diverted by his words.
Everyone's eyes widened, suspecting that they had heard it wrong.
Lu Zhaoling also found it mysterious.
"What did you say? Who killed whom?"
Ah Kuan said, "Mr. Zhou San, beat Song Zhi to death."
"puff!"
Lu Zhaoling couldn't help it.
Isn’t Song Zhi Zhou Yi’s teacher?
Although Zhou Yi later found out that Song Zhi had no good intentions towards him, he should not be Song Zhi's opponent, right?
They rushed to the front yard.
Zhou Yi sat on the ground, still looking dazed.
And the person lying in front of him, isn’t that Song Zhi?
But Song Zhi looks really embarrassed now.
Song Zhi's body was covered with holes and burns.
It can be seen that a lot of talismans were bombarded.
Lu Zhaoling could naturally smell the scent of the burning talisman, and the turbulence of the talisman power here had not completely dissipated.
It can be seen that there has just been a chaotic and fierce battle here.
The young men from the Qiu family were still standing around, panting. Their hair was disheveled, some had burnt holes in their clothes, and their faces were stained with talisman ash.
Not far away, on the stone slab beside the railing, Mrs. Qiu Si and her daughter were leaning against each other, looking exhausted and tired.
There were a lot of broken things on the ground, like brooms, sticks, and even a fallen shoe.
The other guards were also sitting on the ground in twos and threes, they had not yet recovered.
The beating here is no less severe than that in their guest house.
Lu Zhaoling took a deep breath.
Song Zhi also knew that he had a lot of magical instruments on him.
It was amazing that the Qiu family were able to stop him, but they must have used up all their strength and means.
Many people were injured.
She was so moved that her nose felt sore.
They tried so hard, of course, to stop Song Zhi from disturbing her.
The Qiu family members are all risking their lives.
"Is everyone okay?" she asked.
"Miss Lu, we are fine!"
"Yes, we are just tired from fighting, we just need to take a break!"
"Ms. Lu, we are so awesome!"
The young men of the Qiu family all shouted.
The others also struggled to stand up, lest Lu Zhaoling think that they were really dying.
The emperor looked at Zhou Yi who was sitting on the ground.
There was a very long wound on Zhou Yi's arm, which was still bleeding, staining his sleeve red.
Moreover, there was a big swelling on his forehead with some black air in the middle.
Now Zhou Yi was sitting there with a dull look on his face, as if he had ignored all this.
"Ayue, Zhou Yi he..." The emperor couldn't help but speak.
Lu Zhaoling took a look and said, "The injury is quite serious, and he has lost some of his vitality."
"Ah? What will happen then?" asked the emperor anxiously.
"Yes...not as good as before." Lu Zhaoling said.
I don’t know what Zhou Yi was thinking, he actually beat Song Zhi to death so hard, but he also paid a price.
Song Zhi alone caused so many people to be badly injured.
"Can he be saved?" The emperor's eyes were slightly red.
"There's no way to draw other vitality to replenish him." Lu Zhaoling shook his head, "The injury can be cured, but it will indeed make him a lot dumber. The lack of vitality will affect his brain to some extent."
"I think this is a good idea." Zhou Shiyue suddenly spoke.