Su Chen didn't speak. He felt that what Hong Mingshou said was not the truth, or that what he said was not all the truth.

No one knows how loyal Hong Mingshou is to Tiandihui.

After all, his belief in wanting to kill the emperor is very firm, otherwise it would not be perceived by the system.

Even if he learned part of the truth and knew that the beliefs he had been holding were always wrong, according to Hong Mingshou's character, he would never give up suddenly, but would pursue the truth.

"You, don't look at me like this." Hong Mingshou staggered his gaze, his expression a little unnatural.

"Since you have given up, what are your plans next?" Su Chen asked.

"But it's just wandering the rivers and lakes." Hong Mingshou whispered.

"Since you already know that Anti-Qing and Fuming is just a hoax," Su Chen said, "Have you ever thought that the little emperor who has always been hated by you is innocent."

"……I have no idea."

"Have you thought about going over and telling him all this?"

"...I, I don't know." Hong Mingshou lowered his head with his hands over his face as if he could not accept it.

"That little emperor is not bad," Su Chen said as usual, mentioning the little emperor as if he was mentioning an ordinary friend, "I don't know where he will go after being replaced."

"..."

Hong Mingshou suddenly let out an unexplained whimper in his throat, which seemed to be a little painful, but also seemed to be escaping.

Su Chen didn't seem to have heard it, and continued: "Do you know the date of their replacement? Before that, I still want to see the little emperor, and I won't be able to see him again after I get it together."

"Ah! I don't know."

Hong Mingshou's voice was a little hoarse, but as if he was afraid of being disturbed, he lowered his voice and roared.

Bianjing, the prefectural government.

Master Yu got up from the bed with a pale face, stretched out his hand to take the whisk beside him, but his body seemed to be evacuated, he shook it twice, and fell to the ground with a bang.

He was breathing hard, his eyeballs sticking out from the force, his fingers spasmed unnaturally, the dust creaked, and the floor was full of scratches.

Although the movement was not small, no one noticed. Master Yu struggled to get up and stared straight at the bed, but his spiritual power had already been exhausted, and his body had already run out of oil. It was only a small step towards the bed.

He desperately stretched his hand forward, trying to stand up against the edge of the bed, but unfortunately his fingers were stiff, and he fell down before reaching the edge of the bed. His eyes stared unwillingly at the figure on the bed, and deep despair filled his eyes.

Finally, Master Yu's body stopped struggling, his eyes slowly closed and a tear shed a tear.

Sunlight poured in from the curtains, the dust in the air floated up and down, and time seemed to stop, quietly taking away all the despair.

"Squeak..."

The door opened, the room was suddenly bright, and the person lying beside the bed was silent.

"he died?"

Hong Mingshou saw the situation in the house clearly, and his pupils suddenly shrank in shock.

Su Chen glanced at Master Yu, then walked to the bedside, "They are all poisoned."

"Poisoned?" Hong Mingshou's face froze, staring at the emperor on the bed, his blue-grey face, his nails had turned blue, and the poison had penetrated his body.

Has the helm already started?

Since it is going to be replaced, why poison it?

He looked at the emperor who had no life on the bed, his cheeks sunken, only skin and bones were left, and there was no trace of flesh and blood.

His back was shivering cold, and the soles of his feet were cold, what kind of poison was this?

"It's a step late." Su Chen raised his hand and pressed it on the emperor's pulse gate. The pulse was still, and there was no movement for a long time. Just when he was about to give up, he felt a slight vibration.

The emperor's poisoning was too deep, his blood had been completely eroded, and now there was only the last bit of pulse left.

Su Chen took out an elixir, catalyzed it into medicinal energy, and injected it into the Emperor's Parkway.

Hong Mingshou didn't say a word, just stared at the emperor, and when he realized that the emperor's face was finally no longer as blue and purple as before, he was inexplicably relieved.

Su Chen waved his right hand lightly, Master Yu's body slowly floated into the air, and then landed on the soft couch beside him.

When he came in, he had already noticed that Master Jade's spiritual power was exhausted, Yuan Ying had long since collapsed, and his cultivation was completely destroyed.

After all, Master Yu was a cultivator with strong soul power, and at the last moment he still tried his best to keep a trace of spiritual consciousness.

Su Chen pointed his finger on Master Yu's eyebrows, and slowly searched for the last bit of spiritual consciousness he had left, and finally noticed subtle fluctuations in the depths of his soul.

"...Master Yu?"

"……Who are you?"

"Su Chen."

"It's you……"

"What exactly is going on?"

"I am already dead……"

"The emperor is still alive."

"...Impossible, the poison has invaded his internal organs, and he can't survive." The subtle fluctuations were violently strong, but they soon fell silent.

"With me, he can live." Su Chen "looked" at the spiritual consciousness that was completely unable to condense the human form in front of him.

"...The poison of the gods, no one in the world can solve it." Spiritual consciousness slowly beat, and slowly approached Su Chen.

"I have a way to suppress the toxicity. As long as I find an antidote, it can naturally be detoxified."

"...What do you want?" Master Yu seemed to be a little puzzled, and his spiritual sense suddenly dimmed, and after a while, it resumed beating again.

Su Chen didn't respond. He looked at the slightly beating spiritual sense, knowing that when the spiritual sense was approaching him again, he said, "Tell me what happened."

"The dragon veins are exhausted, and the punishment is coming."

"what?"

"...Save him, save him..."

"..."

"I'm Yuyin... Yuyin..."

The voice of the spiritual sense gradually weakened, and then stopped beating, and sometimes disappeared like a flame that suddenly lost its vitality.

Su Chen abruptly opened his eyes, slowly retracted his fingers, and slowly spread out his successful appearance, his palms flashed slightly, Master Yu's stiff and curled body slowly stretched, and his gray face returned to ruddy.

Hong Mingshou gasped in surprise and looked at Su Chen's hands in disbelief. Is this an immortal art?

"You go outside and watch."

Su Chen frowned and looked at Master Yu. After a while, he raised his chin towards Hong Mingshou, and then walked directly to the bedside. The little emperor's face looked much better, but his fingernails were still blue.

Hong Mingshou walked out of the room stiffly, and when he closed the door, he swayed violently, sweating profusely.

Is this the real power of Xianzong?

With a wave of his hand, he can live and die, flesh and bones, is Su Chen already immortal?

Even so, Su Chen still couldn't beat him. Was that beautiful boy?