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Luo Yao got out of bed quietly and walked to Bei Zhenting's bed. The light was too dim, so Luo Yao lit a candlestick and placed it high up.

The candlelight illuminated a corner of the room, and Luo Yao saw Bei Zhenting's face clearly.

Unlike the pale face earlier, Bei Zhenting's face was flushed.

Luo Yao reached out and touched Bei Zhenting's forehead, which was very hot.

Ye Qing said that the antidote would cause fever when it took effect, but so be it. Is it really that painful? His eyebrows are wrinkled into the shape of a "川" character.

Luo Yao suddenly remembered Bei Zhenting's headache next to the lotus pond on a moonlit night, and thought:

Is Bei Zhenting having a headache again?

Luo Yao walked aside, washed his hands in the copper basin on the low table, stood to the side of the bed, and gave Bei Zhenting a massage.

Grandpa in the 21st century also has headaches. He knows several acupoints that can be massaged to relieve headaches, and he often massages his grandfather whenever he has time.

Bei Zhenting felt like his brain was about to explode, and he was in excruciating pain. Even after losing consciousness, he could still feel the excruciating pain, causing him to groan unconsciously.

Suddenly, he felt someone massaging him. The other person's fingertips were cold and soft, circling his temples, easing the pain slightly. The person stopped, then moved their cold fingertips to the back of his neck, rubbing them randomly. The fingertips were cold and soft, gently brushing his skin, then suddenly passing over his ears. Bei Zhenting, who was in a vegetative state, shuddered slightly. A tingling electric current ran through his body, then all converged somewhere under Bei Zhenting, a thirty-year-old mother in a vegetative state!

Luo Yao had no idea he was lighting the fire. He was just looking for the Fengchi acupoint, but after searching for a long time without finding it, he couldn't help but complain: "I can't feel the Fengchi acupoint even when I'm lying down. It's so heavy that I can't move it..."

After a while of groping, the man grabbed his collar, as if to raise his head. Bei Zhenting felt like he was being strangled to death.

With a "bang", the vegetative Bei Zhenting's head hit the headboard.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." The man muttered to himself and finally raised his head.

The cold fingers touched the back of his neck, rubbing it in circles, and the headache gradually eased.

Luo Yao's hands felt sore after massaging for a while, so he persisted for a while. Seeing Bei Zhenting's frown relax, Luo Yao stopped massaging.

After the massage, Bei Zhenting was dragged down by his feet again. With a "bang", the vegetative Bei Zhenting's head hit the headboard again.

"It's as heavy as a dead pig. I'm so tired..." After giving Bei Zhenting a massage, Luo Yao returned to his bed and fell asleep.

-

It's late at night, everything is asleep, and the hunting werewolves also start to move.

In an inconspicuous alley somewhere in the capital, a newly formed beggar gang is holding a meeting.

Except for the two leaders of the alliance, all the others were dressed in rags and had unkempt hair and dirty faces.

At night, the group of people were too lazy to pretend to be beggars. They wiped off their makeup and fake skin. Their eyes were sunken and their noses were high, making them look like northern foreigners.

Among them were three or four people with flat facial features. One of them wore a black cloak and night clothes and sat at the head. He was one of the leaders.

The other was a foreigner from the north, wearing a purple cloak and purple clothes.

At this moment, the owner of the black cloak was furious: "A bunch of unruly barbarians! Who allowed you to act without permission before the time is right?!"

The man in the purple cloak scratched his ear, his voice filled with disdain. "What a fuss! What a fuss! We've been waiting for ten years! How much longer do we have to wait? We finally managed to kill those two! Now we're in the capital, so close to your great emperor. When else would we take action? If we succeed, wouldn't it save us a ton of trouble?"

The man in the black cloak cursed: "That area in the north is about to go into chaos. Can't they wait ten years for now? How can they accomplish anything without patience? Now we've alerted the enemy! That person has no trust in me now!"

When the man in the purple cloak heard the word "that person", he thought of something and finally looked apologetic: "Tomorrow, your great emperor will leave the palace. It's a good time to take action!"

The man in black slammed the table. "Not tomorrow! You've alerted the enemy. We can't get any help into the Imperial Ancestral Temple right now. General Xu has taken over the defense of the Imperial Ancestral Temple. He's not very good at leading troops in battle, but he's a scout. Plus, the one in heaven is very important. You can't get any help into the Ancestral Temple. Only when everything goes smoothly in the Imperial Ancestral Temple and we let down our guard can we try on the way back to the capital."

The man in the purple cloak raised his hand to the back of his neck and sighed, "Alright, it's been a few days since then. Your Highness will wait for a few days. You must make arrangements in advance."

The black-clothed man remained silent. The purple-haired man sneered, "Oh, don't worry. This is done. The mountains of Dacheng are high and the road is long. Your Highness is not interested. Your Highness only wants Zhejiang Province and Southern Xinjiang. I think you have long been fed up with that person in the past ten years."

Hearing this, the black-clothed man's eyes burned with hatred. He glanced at the beggars with deep eyebrows and high noses, then stood up and said goodbye. "Your Highness, please keep a close eye on your men these days and make sure no one discovers anything!"

When he left, everyone laughed.

"Your Highness, didn't you see how he walked? Hahaha, that's how he walked when that thing was gone!" A beggar with a high nose and deep eyes stood up and imitated him in two steps.

The beggars laughed out loud.

The purple-robed man stood up and threw his cloak to the people beside him. "Be obedient, and behave yourself for the next few days. Don't get caught."

After saying this, the purple-robed man opened a secret door and left the noisy Beggar Gang.

-

In a large mansion somewhere in the capital, the lights were on and a man was forced to kneel on the ground by two guards, trembling.

A clear voice rang out: "Why are you late?"

The man didn't dare to look up at the man, "Legs... legs..."

The man scoffed: "My legs hurt... Yeah, sorry for that."

After this sneer, the room fell into an eerie silence.

The man suddenly turned around and kicked the man on the ground in the chest: "You bastard, that assassin is related to you!"

The man cried out loudly: "I don't know them... How could I know them... I don't have the courage! I was just filled with hatred and wanted to..."

The man stepped on his crotch, crushed it hard, and roared: "You still want it! I told you to! Who gave you the guts?"

Under the stimulation of severe pain, the man screamed continuously, but someone covered his mouth. However, even with his mouth covered, the miserable crying still disturbed the man.

The man turned his back and said in a cold voice, "Regarding matters concerning the national sacrifice, wait for my order. If you dare to act without my permission, I will definitely kill you!"

The man was thrown out. The guard returned to his side and said hesitantly, "Master, this is a rare opportunity. Please take it seriously..."

The man was in a bad mood, his voice tinged with anger. "If this opportunity is gone, we'll have to wait for another one! It's just unfair for him to have to wait... The situation is unclear now, so the most important thing is to protect him. Have you found the assassins?"

"Master, the assassins were all common people. Their identities are correct, but they all committed suicide by taking poison. We still have no idea who they served..."

"Cha! Anyone who dares to hurt him will be punished!"

"Yes."

The servant closed the door and the voices gradually faded away. This huge, brightly lit mansion was like a python coiled in the darkness. As the lights went out one by one, the cold moonlight reflected by its scales could not be ignored.

After a long time, a cloud blocked the full moon, and the night finally concealed the dangerous outline of the giant python. When the sky turned pale, a new day began.