N-M Chapter 3359 Shen Tianyu 759
Chapter 3359 Shen Tianyu 759
Sheng Po corrected Qin Heng: "He was a ghost to begin with."
Ignoring his teasing, Qin Heng clenched his fists, his anger rising!
Originally, it was thought that the evil spirit called Qian Wang had been completely destroyed, but unexpectedly, not only was he not destroyed, but he also came to his residence to provoke him!
It’s tolerable, it’s unbearable!
Qin Heng looked at Shen Tianyu, "Brother, is it him?"
Shen Tianyu nodded slightly. "Him or his subordinates. Later, send someone to my house to retrieve a few talismans and stick them on your doors and windows."
Qin Heng took a deep breath. He'd been bullied right on his own doorstep!
At this moment, he desperately wanted to kill King Qian and settle his score!
Shen Tianyu raised his hand and patted his shoulder, "Don't be impulsive. He has existed for thousands of years, and you are only twenty-two years old in this life. You died at his hands in your previous life, so don't be a short-lived ghost in this life."
Qin Heng's eyes flashed with resentment. "So we just have to endure it?"
"There will be a way." Shen Tianyu narrowed his handsome eyes. "There will definitely be a way to get rid of him and ensure that he is never reincarnated!"
After giving Sheng Po a few instructions, Shen Tianyu headed home; he needed to go back and draw talismans.
Ordinary talismans are no match for those thousand-year-old malevolent spirits.
We need to prepare even more powerful talismans.
Qin Heng clenched his fists and paced back and forth in the room.
Upon returning to the capital, he didn't even catch up on sleep before immediately consulting historical records.
There were no princes in history whose names contained the character "骞," but there was one whose courtesy name contained "骞."
Liu Zhen, courtesy name Ziqian, was the fourth son of Emperor Xuan of Han, Liu Xun, and was enfeoffed as the Prince of Guangling. According to historical records, he was known for his intelligence, military talent, diligence in governing and caring for the people. Such a person would certainly not be associated with evil spirits or malevolent beings.
There are quite a few princes whose names contain the character "heng," the most famous being Gao Xiaoheng, the Prince of Guangning of the Northern Qi Dynasty.
Gao Xiaoheng was a learned and versatile scholar, skilled in calligraphy and painting. He once painted a lifelike eagle on the wall of his hall. At the end of the Northern Qi Dynasty, when the Northern Zhou army pressed in, he strongly advocated resisting the enemy, but was later defeated and captured. After being captured, he refused to play any music that would bring about the downfall of his country, displaying unwavering integrity.
The Northern Qi royal family, to which Gao Xiaoheng belonged, produced many handsome men and mentally ill individuals, and its emperors often died young.
The royal family of Northern Qi was the most insane royal family in history, possessing both high looks and beastly behavior. Within the ruling class, dramas such as fratricide, uncle-nephew power struggles, palace debauchery, and massacres continued to unfold.
Lanling King Gao Changgong also came from that family.
A handsome man and a lunatic—that does fit the style of that Prince Qian.
Furthermore, during the Wei, Jin, and Northern and Southern Dynasties, alchemy and the search for immortals flourished, with numerous alchemists, sorcerers, and Taoist priests emerging, and the practice of elaborate burials also became popular.
Everything matches up.
Qin Heng was 70% certain that the Prince Qian came from the madman dynasty of Northern Qi.
But he wasn't sure if he was the same Gao Xiaoheng in his previous life. Yan Yan called him King Heng, but Gao Xiaoheng was the King of Guangning.
The man was buried in Ye City after his death, not in Mangshan.
Qin Heng looked at Sheng Po and said, "You get some rest. I'm going out."
Sheng Po waved his hand at him, "Thank you, Prince Heng, for sparing my life."
Qin Heng frowned slightly. "When did I say I wanted to kill you?"
"Who just shoved their bloody finger into my mouth? Luckily, Tianyu arrived in time, or I would have died at your hands."
"I was saving you."
"Alright." Sheng Po clasped his hands in a fist salute to him. "When a scholar encounters a soldier, reason is useless. Please leave."
Qin Heng turned and left.
He came from a wealthy family and didn't bother to clean up the broken teacup on the floor, knowing that the servants would come and do it.
However, he had instructed the servants beforehand not to go in and disturb Shengpo's rest.
So the thin-walled bone china shards lay quietly on the floor, like a few pieces of weeping broken bones.
As soon as Qin Heng left, Sheng Po stared at the broken porcelain shards on the floor. Thinking of the pale-faced Prince Qian with his phoenix eyes, he felt a chill run down his spine, as if a cold wind was blowing down his back.
He went to find the talisman that Shen Tianyu had given him yesterday.
Strange, I can't find it.
Someone came this morning.
Sheng Po closed his eyes and lay down, but he couldn't fall asleep no matter what.
Suddenly, a faint creaking sound came from the ground.
Sheng Po jumped up with a start.
The broken pieces of porcelain were moving on their own!
He rubbed his eyes. Sure enough, the broken porcelain shards were moving on their own, all five of them spinning in place!
Sheng Po saw a ghost in broad daylight!
He shouted at the broken porcelain shards, "Who are you? Stop playing tricks!"
The half-open curtains suddenly closed automatically, plunging the room into darkness!
Sheng Po opened his mouth and silently chanted an incantation, trying to summon the Flower-Tailed Poisonous Bee Gu to protect himself.
But her mouth was covered by a cold, sticky hand.
Sheng Po reached out and grasped his wrist.
That wrist was ice-cold, as cold as a dead person's.
He gripped his wrist and forcefully pulled it away.
He used too much force, but his wrist felt light and airy, and he was feinted.
The hand released his mouth.
Now that he could speak, Sheng Po demanded sharply, "Are you Prince Qian?"
A man's light, mocking laughter drifted through the air. "Yes. Although the one in white has the best physical constitution, he's practiced metaphysics and possesses many treasures, making him difficult to possess..."
Sheng Po felt a cool sensation on his face, like a cold wind brushing against him.
He raised his hand and slapped the spot where the wind had blown.
The man's laughter came from the air again, "Such a pretty face, you're not allowed to hit it anymore."
Sheng Po suddenly felt as if a pair of hands were touching his legs, moving from his calves to his thighs and then to his lower abdomen.
He sat up and reached out to grab those hands.
Those hands lightly brushed across his back.
For the first time in his life, Sheng Po experienced a chilling feeling, which was not just psychological disgust, but also physical.
He felt nauseous!
Suddenly, a frivolous male voice came from beside him, "This body is not bad either; I've taken a liking to it."
Sheng Po cursed, "Are you a robber? One minute you want this body, the next you want that body!"
Prince Qian laughed, "What do I want?"
Sheng Po gritted his teeth, "My master, Wu Yazi, is highly skilled and can exorcise ghosts. I advise you to leave before he arrives, or you will be beaten to a pulp!"
Prince Qian laughed heartily, "That old monk has long since run off, and the old Taoist priest had urgent business to attend to at Maoshan and is already at the airport. He also has a child to look after. As for that Wuya Zi you mentioned, he's just a little kid who's cultivated for a hundred years. Do you think I'd be afraid of him?"
Sheng Po rolled over and jumped off the bed, about to run to the window.
But something tripped him up.
He felt a chill starting from his feet, and before he could react, the chill turned into cold.
The blood seemed to be frozen.
He was shivering with cold.
Yesterday, these evil spirits were quite gentle during the day, but Sheng Po didn't expect that this Prince Qian would suddenly become so fierce today!
He was clearly injured last night!
It was too late to summon the Flower-Tailed Poisonous Bee Gu. Sheng Po shouted loudly towards the door, "Aheng! Aheng! Save me! Aheng! Come save me!"
Prince Qian's voice was frivolous, "He went to find that little slut. No matter how much you shout, it won't do any good. You might as well obediently submit to me!"
He reached out his cold hands and pinched his neck, saying softly, "It'll be over in a minute, it won't hurt, be a good boy."