Maybe it was because he was unwilling to accept it, or maybe he was too deeply in love. Since the death of the Saint, Hu Yanzhe was like a demon, and he was only thinking about restarting the secret technique in Mantuo's teachings that violated the heavenly way - "Resurrection Technique", because he was going to resurrect the dead Saint!

However, to use this secret technique, it requires very strict conditions, and it is too sinister, so no one has ever succeeded in the past dynasties.

First, ninety-nine pure yin women born in the Yin Moon and Yin Sun are needed to pour blood into the magic weapon. Secondly, and most importantly, it is also necessary to use a body that is very consistent with the body and appearance of the resurrected person as a container to serve the souls that have been released back. Only after all these are prepared can the magic array be successfully activated on the occasion of the once-in-a-century blood-colored full moon.

The ninety-nine pure women, Hu Yanzhe, had already prepared without much effort. He has visited all countries in private in the past few years, in fact, just to find the container that is most suitable for resurrection technique!

The blood-colored full moon only appears in the world every 150 years. According to calculations, the most recent blood-moon night is three months away from the present. Life is just a few decades long, and if you miss this, it will be hopeless. Seeing that time is imminent, but you can't find the right person for a long time, Hu Yanzhe was already anxious.

But today, Yingluo's appearance made Hu Yanzhe overjoyed, and even his lips were trembling slightly. His heart couldn't help but pound. This woman was just a perfect container tailored for the upcoming magic circle. Her appearance, figure, and eyes, without exception, were shouting at him, "Take it away!"

Hu Yanzhe was so excited that he couldn't suppress his excitement, but Yingluo's heart was as cold as falling into an ice abyss.

Paranoid Hu Yanzhe. She has heard of him in secret over the past few years. It is not impossible for him to do anything crazy for the so-called secret technique of resurrection.

Another point is that I am afraid no one understands better than Yingluo herself, that is, her body is really suitable for the resurrection magic array. Since a wisp of her remnant soul could occupy this body and resurrect from the dead, if the saint is successfully activated in the future and the saint is resurrected with this body, where should her soul fall? Will it become a ghost again floating in the sky, and finally until the soul is gone?

Yingluo's heart suddenly sank, and deep blood marks were bitten on her tightly pursed red lips. Her resentment has not been avenged, her resentment has not been resolved, and her resentment has not yet disappeared, how could she disappear?!

No! Never! It is as if there was a voice shouting unwillingly in the depths of the soul.

Yingluo took a deep breath, then slowly and evenly exhaled it, spitting out the turbid air in her heart. In an instant, the spirit became much clearer, and the uncontrollable anger gradually calmed down from her face, as if the emotions had never appeared just now.

After Yingluo was taken away by the waiters, a majestic man stood behind the tall and exquisite jade screen not far away. The man raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at the scene just now. The smile on his lips was indescribable sarcasm and pride. This man was the real owner of this Lehuo Villa, Xiao Tianrui.

In fact, Xiao Tianrui has been here for a while, but he has not shown up for a long time. He is invisible in the dark because he does not want to interrupt the good show he carefully planned just now because of his appearance.

Xiao Tianrui sneered in his heart, Zhen Ying'er, if you can sacrifice for this king, you will die as a matter of death. The Japanese King, who will achieve great achievements in the future, will definitely remember your achievements.

"Hu Yanzhe, this time it's a bargain!" Xiao Tianrui glanced at Hu Yanzhe who was obviously holding back his pride and drinking with a glass of wine in his heart.

King Jinxi's Mansion.

More than ten Yueyingmen were arranged neatly in the courtyard, and everyone was cold and focused, waiting for the signal. Tonight's action was extremely confidential, because when it came to the royal family, there was no conclusive evidence to hit the attack, and it was necessary to be foolproof and unmistakable before it was hit.

Qingfeng, who was also dressed in night clothes and looked serious, strode to the doormen, "Tonight is just to save people, don't be alert to the snake!" After that, he raised his hand and waved his hand and "get out!"

"Yes"! The doormen replied in unison, with a thick and straightforward voice. In the blink of an eye, they saw a group of people disappearing quickly into the night outside the door.

After seeing the doormen leaving first, Qingfeng turned around to face Xiao Yuanhao who was walking from not far away. He was wearing a black brocade dressed in black cloak, with a tall and slender figure. He seemed to be about to blend into the thick night, but his beautiful and heroic side face, elegant and cold temperament, seemed to have a brilliant light all over his body. Even in this dark night with starlight, it was impossible to ignore where he was.

"Master, everything is arranged and you can leave." Qingfeng turned his body and bowed his hand.

Xiao Yuanhao nodded at him, and said nothing more. He reached out to take the reins handed over by the servant, and jumped over and turned his horse.

Seeing this, Qingfeng followed closely. After a while, two horses left like the wind. The rapid sound of horse hooves hitting the bluestone slabs also spread farther and farther on the empty streets...

At the same time, the Jiaofang Hall was about to come in the past two days. The master was unhappy. The eunuchs and palace maids who were good at observing their words and expressions saw it, and all of them were waiting with their heads and breathing and carefully, not daring to be negligent.

Since she heard that the trap she had carefully set was easily cracked by Yingluo and escaped from her nose, Concubine Ling, who had always been dignified and graceful, changed her past gentleness and kindness, and a strong sense of hostility was actually cage between her eyebrows and eyes.

In the bedroom, she had a cold face, her originally beautiful eyes radiated with resentment in the dark night, and at this moment, there seemed to be an endless fire burning in her heart! For decades, no one has dared to tease her like this!

Obviously, Yingluo's escape seemed to be slapped in the face to the noble Concubine Ling, which was a provocation and humiliation. How could Concubine Ling, who had never failed in the harem for decades, calm down the anger in her heart?

However, there is one strange thing that Concubine Ling was puzzled, that is, why did Yingluo disappear out of thin air like a steamed man in the world after escaping from the palace?

She had sent someone to the Zhen Mansion to inquire before, but the panic of the Zhen Mansion about the disappearance of the master did not seem to be fake, which means that Zhen Ying'er had never been back. How could a living person have never seen anyone in life and death without seeing the corpse? Unless there are other people with ulterior motives who secretly robbed him on the way, and the gods and ghosts did not realize it.

Who will it be?

For some reason, whenever she thought of this, Concubine Ling felt an inexplicable feeling of irritability and anxiety. It was this uneasiness that almost made her sleepless all night.
Chapter completed!