The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 209 Hunger
Zhu Zai frowned at first, then relaxed.

"The 'I met a lover who wanted to pay respects' you mentioned, is it a princess?"

How to say it... Zhu Zai actually had a feeling of "That's it?"

What I am thinking about now is the emperor's possession of the body and the resurrection of Emperor Jianwen. What about the princess and the county lady? It's just like a breeze blowing on your face.

It can only be said that his psychological threshold has been raised by Li Miao to a height that he himself could not imagine in the past few days.

Li Miao chuckled and did not comment.

Zhu Zai's heart immediately skipped a beat, and he wanted to ask for clarification: "Is it really -"

"Commander, now is not the time to talk."

Li Miao chuckled.

"The fight is about to begin."

"You are lucky enough to see your eight generations of ancestors crawl out of their graves and beat people up. You are unique among scorpions. Don't miss it."

What words is this!

Li Miao's mouth was at least a "Sumeru", damaged and broken. Zhu Zai glared at him fiercely, but there was nothing he could do. He forced himself to swallow his words back and stopped asking questions.

Emperor Jianwen's "silent light" has enveloped everyone present.

Huang Jin frowned, his eyes wandering over everyone, carefully distinguishing the details of each member of the royal family, but he didn't discover anything.

"It's not just the sight, it can also affect the sound and smell... It's really amazing."

Huang Jin said in his heart.

"But, as long as you fail to kill a priest silently, you will not be able to escape today!"

Emperor Jianwen's "Silent Illumination" can be said to be "unsolvable" if it is used alone in the world where the three paths of nature have long been lost. Even if one's martial arts are superior, it is difficult to avoid the all-pervasive illusion.

A battle between masters, a fight between the absolute, let alone a battle between heaven and man? As long as you are disturbed by the illusion for a moment, it will immediately be the difference between life and death.

Even Li Miao, who was able to break through illusions, suffered a great loss after Emperor Jianwen gave up control and instead only interfered with Li Miao's senses when attacking.

However, there were ten worshippers present.

Ten celestial beings from two directions!
In a head-on confrontation, Emperor Jianwen has no chance of winning!

As soon as he made a move, the moment he was exposed, he would have to face the full-force attack from the remaining nine priests.

However, Ji Zhao was only at the level of a celestial being, no matter how magical he was, he could not affect the ten priests for too long. When Emperor Jianwen was exhausted, he would be surrounded and killed by the ten priests.

The victory is still firmly in Huang Jin's hands.

He just needs to wait... when Emperor Jianwen is no longer able to maintain the illusion, that will be the day of his death!
Sure enough, after a moment, Huang Jin suddenly felt that there was a blur in his peripheral vision.

"There!"

Huang Jin suddenly spoke, raised his hand and struck out with a palm!
The force of his palm was loose and covered an area of several feet in radius, so it was impossible for it to pose a threat to Emperor Jianwen.

But Huang Jin sneered.

This palm of his was not meant to kill!
Bang!
With a dull thud, the palm actually hit the broken frame nearby.

wow——

The frame was smashed into pieces.

Sawdust flew everywhere, outlining a vague shape in the air.

No matter how realistic the illusion is, it is still the product of human thought! Thousands of sawdust are flying, each with a different trajectory, so you can't make it perfect!
All the worshippers attacked that figure together!

boom!
Blood splattered everywhere, and the figure was beaten into a blur of flesh and blood without even uttering a scream, splattering on the street.

"wrong!"

Huang Jin secretly thought that this was not good. There was no way that Emperor Jianwen could die so easily. It must be a trick!

Where is Emperor Jianwen?
Suddenly, a sharp scream came from Huang Jin's side.

"what!"

Huang Jin's pupils suddenly shrank!

He retreated violently, and was about to point a finger in mid-air, but suddenly stopped.

"No, the screams are not real!" He glanced at several worshippers, and except for him, they all stayed where they were, without any reaction, and only cast questioning looks at him.

And he has already withdrawn from the crowd.

"not good!"

How could Huang Jin not understand that this was Emperor Jianwen's way of making him voluntarily withdraw from the protection of the priests!
To catch a thief, one must first catch the leader. He was just a god along the way, and he was also giving orders. Emperor Jianwen had already set his sights on him!
He had fallen into Emperor Jianwen's trap alone.

The three priests reacted suddenly, jumped up and chased after him quickly.

Huang Jin's eyes had lost their luster.

He fell into an illusion.

Narrow, cramped, cold and dark.

I couldn't move, and every breath I took was filled with the stench of decay.

Huang Jin found himself trapped in a coffin.

He knew that he had been dragged into an illusion by Emperor Jianwen, but the fear that seemed to arise from the bottom of his heart was no longer suppressible.

Huang Jin wanted to raise his hand to knock on the coffin lid, but found that his limbs seemed to be locked tightly and he could not move at all.

Suddenly, an indescribable hunger rose from my stomach, along with the cramping pain in my stomach, and crawled into my brain along the nerves.

The stomach seemed to have become some kind of living thing hidden in his body. It first gripped his lungs, making it difficult for him to breathe; then it strangled his heart, making it difficult for his blood to be pumped into his limbs, causing them to gradually rot and become maggot-infested.

Finally, it crawled into his cranial cavity and occupied every thought of his.

An irrepressible rage arose.

He opened his mouth involuntarily, and his long-rotten vocal cords vibrated with difficulty, making a hoarse and stagnant sound.

"Zhu..."

"emperor……"

"Why... don't you send it..."

"Traitor! ..."

"Eunuch Huang!"

Following the angry shout of a priest, the scene in front of Huang Jin suddenly shattered, and a priest looked behind him with shock and anger on his face.

A dry hand climbed up his shoulder and grabbed his throat.

A face that looked like a mummy came close to Huang Jin's face and sniffed it gently. The dry lips opened, making a sticky sound of lips and teeth parting, followed by a strong smell of blood.

The worshippers suddenly stopped.

Cold sweat ran down Huang Jin's forehead.

Emperor Jianwen leaned close to Huang Jin's ear, opened his mouth, and uttered two words in a hoarse and stagnant voice.

"Rebellion."

"What do you mean-"

tear-

Huang Jin's thoughts had just arisen when his throat was suddenly torn open and blood spurted out.

Emperor Jianwen slapped Huang Jin on the vest and knocked him away.

The priests hurriedly stepped forward to take Huang Jin and pressed his acupoints to stop the bleeding. A priest who knew healing skills stepped forward to press Huang Jin's wound, and transferred his true energy to heal the flesh and blood.

Huang Jin raised his finger and pointed in a direction, squeezing out a word from his broken throat.

"Chase--"

"Yes!"

The priests looked at each other, and two of them stayed to watch Huang Jin, while the rest went up to the room and chased after Emperor Jianwen.

Huang Jin covered his throat with one hand and his uninjured abdomen with the other.

The uncontrollable hunger in the illusion seemed to still be lingering in his stomach.

(End of this chapter)