C20 Brother also Forced the Palace

Everything quieted down.

Yang Ganzhen lay on his back on the chair and muttered to himself, "So it turns out that Yang Chao was already interested in the throne! What exactly should I do? "

"What should I do, 'colander'!" A drawn-out voice came from somewhere, "You're out of your mind now, if you don't leave your seat, when will you?"

"Who?"

No one answered, time rustled in the corner.

"Who?" Yang Ganzhen stood up and asked again.

Still no answer. There was the sound of teeth chomping on wood on the wall.

"Who the hell are you?" Yang Ganzhen's voice suddenly rose. The sound hit the walls and came back in a trembling voice that made his own ears ring.

"I am an ordinary ghost from Fengdu, I have come to the Imperial Palace to seek your life!" There was finally an echo.

"Wugui?" Yang Ganzhen suddenly jumped up and grabbed his double-barreled sword on the wall behind the seat, "Isn't it just those heads flying around? If you have the ability, then show your f * cking self for me to see. "

Before Yang Ganzhen finished his sentence, the window shook and creaked. Then, it opened with a clang and a gust of cold wind rushed into the room.

The flames in the lamp flickered, flickering on and off.

Outside the window, a crescent moon looked as if it had been cut open by someone. The sky was filled with drops of blood from the stars.

The shadow of the trees shook with the weeping of the wind, and a dark mass flew in the wind.

It was a male head, young and handsome, its long hair fluttering in the wind as it passed by the window.

Yang Ganzhen stared blankly at the path his head had taken to fly past. Then, a black object started to spin around Ye Ye Ye Ye Ye.

By the way, there was a woman's head this time, hair flying, black silhouettes showing the outline of a pretty face, eyes glowing blue in the darkness.

"It's Lee Xiaoyan and Dong Qingqing!" Lee Hengfang saw clearly.

Yang Ganzhen held the double-edged sword with his left hand and his right hand behind his back. His body formed a straight line as he flew out of the window.

Daoist Everlasting pulled Lee Hengfang and silently followed behind Yang Ganzhen.

Yang Ganzhen's kung fu is really good. His figure is like an owl hunting at night, fierce and fast.

Fortunately, Taoist Wuji, who could travel in the air and time, had all the speed he needed.

The two heads flew in front, left or right, up or down, flipping and jumping; Yang Ganzhen, like a ghoul, followed closely behind the heads; Daoist Everlasting and Wu steeled himself and chased after them.

With two heads flying around the room, Yang Ganzhen took out 120% of his effort and jumped into the room. The moon was bright and dim, and their shadows were hidden and visible.

Just look to the west of the city, there is a huge locust tree.

Lee Xiaoyan and Dong Qingqing stopped flying once their heads reached the tree trunk. They turned around and stared straight at Yang Ganzhen.

Yang Ganzhen was stunned. In front of him, two giant ghost shadows appeared, one in white, the other in black. The two heads were placed on top of the two ghostly shadows.

The ghost's body swayed.

"Who is it?"

"It's not a human, it's a ghost!" It's a ghost! "

"What?"

"Truly a ghost. Fengdu City's Yama King's Hall is filled with your paperwork, just to verify. Seeing that your lifespan has expired and that there is a reason for your sin, that you can reincarnate through cultivation and avoid falling into the eighteen levels of hell, I'll draw you out to advise you! "

"Nonsense, you guys should be spies sent by Duan Siping to play tricks in the palace!" As Yang Ganzhen spoke, he raised his sword and stabbed.

It was light and soft, and it really did pierce something.

How was this a ghost? With this thought in mind, Yang Ganzhen waved the sword very quickly. Sword light flew everywhere and the sword energy whizzed by. The leaves of the locust tree were trembling in fear. Threads of cloth floated on the ground.

The emperor who had been sitting for two years was exhausted. He finally understood that the two clothes he was facing were black and white. Those two heads had long since disappeared from his sight.

The moonlight specks of the locust tree shook on the ground. Yang Ganzhen leaned against the tree trunk and gasped for breath.

He suddenly noticed that there were strange marks on the silk he had cut: streaks of black on the white cloth, and lines of black on the white.

Yang Ganzhen picked up a piece of rag and took it to where there was no shadow of the tree. Under the moonlight, he saw some words.

"It should be some kind of enlightenment!" he thought.

Thus, Yang Ganzhen found the two biggest pieces of cloth and took them with him, dragging his fatigue along as he slowly walked back.

Passing Taiping Street, the houses on either side of Taiping Street were like giant beasts crouching in the moonlight. Yang Ganzhen looked at his shadow walking in front, limping like a wounded black goat.

He moved slowly to the palace door. There was a guard on either side of the gate, supporting their bodies with a long stick, as if they were dozing off.

"F * ck!" Yang Ganzhen was furious, he actually had the strength to hit the one on the right with a kick.

The guard slumped to the ground. He was already dead.

Yang Ganzhen felt chilled all over, and when he walked into the palace compound, it was even colder.

The voice he used to hear in the dead of night came again, long and drawling, "Yang, Gan, zhen, give me back my life —"

Under the moonlight, a twelve year old child blocked his way. His face was pale and his crotch area was covered in blood …

He could do nothing but limp on.

Just as Yang Ganzhen was about to collide with him, the child's figure disappeared. His mournful voice sounded once again, "Yang - Gan - Zhen, give me back my life -"

Yang Ganzhen finally returned to the place where he had previously gathered with his five brothers and became a pile of mud.

At this moment, the door to the palace creaked open, and an eunuch pushed the door and entered, bowing down, "Your Majesty, the dragon's body is expensive. I wonder where you've been? This servant has searched the entire palace!"

"What's the matter?" Yang Ganzhen squinted his eyes.

"It's time for me to rest. This servant will come serve His Majesty and see which side of the imperial harem I'll be lucky to meet tonight."

"Which one is it?" Yang Ganzhen chuckled twice, then laughed like a lunatic, "It's been two years, and I haven't even gotten a single woman's belly bigger, where else can I go?"

"Your Imperial Majesty …"

"I'm not some f * cking emperor. Let me tell you, there's always a little kid in the palace. What do you think he's going to tell me?"

"Give me back my life …"

"What?"

"Servant deserves to die. "Your servant said that the little ghost said 'Give me back my life …'"

"Right, that's not quite right. That little ghost sometimes said that I would not have any descendants. Even if I did, Yang Chao would have crushed the eggs!"

"This …"

Yang Ganzhen laughed even louder, while the eunuch was stunned.

"Look at what's written on these two pieces of cloth." Yang Ganzhen was still lying on the chair and raised his hand.

The eunuch hurried forward and received the two pieces of cloth, one black and one white, with great trepidation. He turned them over and over in the light of the lamp and stared at them for a long time.

"What is it?" Yang Ganzhen urged once again.

"Nu …" Your servant will not … No... "I don't dare to say." The eunuch's face turned pale and he stuttered.

"Speak, what is it? "Tell me quickly, and I'll grant you your innocence!" Yang Ganzhen's voice rose an octave.

"This is …" A doggerel, with... "The content is …"

"What is the content?" "Speak!"

"It says --" the father-in-law read each word --

"The will of the heavens always returns,

The Meng Family was also in danger;

Tutu and Yi Yi willows,

"Yang Liufeng has been broken."

"Broken?"

"Yes, 'broken', but the word 'broken' seems to have been wrongly written. The poet wrote it into a paragraph with two paragraphs!" The eunuch gestured in the air as he spoke.

"Since that's the case, brother, I won't let you force me into the palace!"

"What?" The eunuch was stupefied.

Yang Ganzhen jumped up from his chair and snatched the rag from the eunuch's hands. He looked at it repeatedly under the light and laughed out loud.

He threw back his head and laughed. He stretched out his arms, but his body was still spinning around the room.

The house was spinning in the opposite direction from him... Turning … Turning … Yang Ganzhen collapsed and fainted on the ground.