I asked you to go down the mountain and get married, not to shock the world!

This scene was extremely terrifying, and even the knowledgeable king couldn't help but frown slightly and take a step back.

The Gyeonggi Censor felt his heart beating violently, and while suppressing the pain, he raised his head tremblingly and looked at Mingchuan.

"I... I... How can I write like this? You... You have to put away your... magical powers, right?"

Mingchuan's face was expressionless. "Aren't you guys quite capable? You've even developed weapons that can gather spiritual energy, and even a secret room with a mechanism specifically designed to target me."

"Why, can't you deal with a tiny poisonous insect?"

The Censor of the Capital gritted his teeth, hatred surging in his eyes, but he had no way to deal with Mingchuan!

"I... I know I was wrong... You, you've been tormenting me... It must be hard for you to not get what you want, right?"

Mingchuan was disdainful.

He stared at the guy intently, watching the insect drain every last bit of strength from his body. When the insect was slowly repairing his body, Mingchuan waved his hand and the golden silkworm insect returned to his hand.

In an instant, the body of the Jingji Censor suddenly relaxed. The body that was originally filled with pain suddenly became empty at this moment.

He could clearly feel that his internal organs had been eaten clean by the worms...

Similarly, he couldn't do anything to Mingchuan, so how could he possibly do anything to the bugs Mingchuan raised?!

The Imperial Censor of the Capital took a few deep breaths, sweating profusely. After adjusting himself, he trembled as he picked up the pen and wrote down the names of six people on the paper one by one...

six people!

When the names of these six people appeared before his eyes, the king felt his heart tremble wildly and his face turned dark in an instant.

There are so many corrupt officials in his country, even ministers like the Censor of the Capital.

And he was kept in the dark until now!

The king felt as if his heart was being tightly grasped by a pair of hands, and he felt so uncomfortable that he couldn't breathe.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that he was unworthy of his position, and it was really hot sitting here.

He took several deep breaths, controlled his emotions, and after watching the Jingji Censor write the last word, he opened his mouth and wanted someone to take him out and torture him to death.

But what was unexpected was that at this moment, the Jingji Censor suddenly stiffened all over, then twitched violently, and then he closed his eyes and stuck out!

When the king saw this scene, he was so angry that he rushed forward and grabbed his collar.

"You've killed so many people, how could you die so easily?! Wake up!"

The Jingji Censor in his hands did not react at all.

Seeing this, Mingchuan stepped forward, stretched out his hand to hold the king, and comforted him softly.

"Don't be angry, he's not dead. His body's endurance has reached its limit, and he can't hold on any longer, so he fainted. Don't worry, I will never let him die so easily. I want him to spend the rest of his life in regret..."

Mingchuan said this with a vicious look in his eyes.

That kind of ruthlessness was something the King had never seen on his face...

But for some reason, this energy made the king feel extremely safe.

He nodded, his emotions gradually calmed down, he took two steps back and said to Mingchuan.

"In that case, I'll have to trouble you from now on."

Mingchuan waved his hand: "What's the point of saying it's troublesome? Isn't this what I should do?"

After he said this, he separated a small gold grain from the insect in his hand.

When the little gold grains were stuffed into the mouth of the Jingji Censor, he became radiant again.

The king knew that Mingchuan wanted him to continue to feel the pain he had just felt.

He is unable to live or die.

Furthermore, in his current state, even if he committed suicide, his powerful healing power would quickly replenish his injuries and force him to survive...

I have to say that Mingchuan's strength in some aspects is still terrifying.

The King was just thankful that they were from the same country, otherwise Mingchuan would have become a formidable opponent...

The king let out a deep breath.

The three of them turned their attention back to the six names written by the Jingji Censor just now.

Sure enough, Pang Weiran's name was among them.

As for the remaining five people, fortunately they are not very presentable people.

It just means that he has a small official title.

Just clear it away.

The King frowned and asked Mingchuan, "Could he be the black-robed man you mentioned seeing inside the secret room? After all, you didn't see his appearance clearly at the time, and now everyone is thinking about him, so..."

Mingchuan quickly took over the conversation: "I'll go and see for myself if it's him!"

The king was about to agree, but suddenly thought of the coffin at the funeral and grabbed Mingchuan's hand.

"You don't have to rush to see it today. I'll find someone to fence off that area and not allow Pang Weiran to leave without permission. You have to come back with me to see Xiaoxuan off."

When Mingchuan heard this, his pupils trembled slightly.

indeed.

If he didn't send her off, Situ Xuan would probably be alone on her way to the underworld.

There might not even be a paper figurine to keep you company.

Mingchuan nodded.

"Okay, then I will listen to you, Lord."

"Well, in that case, let's go back now and leave this to others."

After the king finished speaking, he took Mingchuan away.

But what he didn't expect was that after walking downstairs, Mingchuan's footsteps suddenly stopped.

The king turned around and looked at him in confusion: "What's wrong?"

Mingchuan frowned and said, "Situ Xuan's journey back home will surely be a bit lonely, so I should also prepare something that shows my sincerity."

The king understood what he wanted when he heard this.

"Okay, go ahead. There's a shop in the south of the city that's perfect."

"it is good."

After saying goodbye to each other, they parted ways.

The king returned to his residence, while Mingchuan drove to the funeral home in the south of the city.

The sky gradually darkened, and the road ahead looked unclear...

……

More than ten minutes later, the car arrived at the store that the King of South City mentioned.

Mingchuan got out of the car, closed the door, stood at the door and looked up for a long time.

To be honest, he never thought he would come to this place.

After all, he has been haunted ever since his parents died in front of him, and he swore in his heart that he would never let anyone around him suffer such hardship again.

Mingchuan had never even thought that Ye Yan was in such a dangerous situation before.

Who would have thought that man proposes, God disposes, and plans cannot keep up with changes.

A guy who wasn't really one of his close friends, but who had many connections with him, actually needed him to come here...

"call……"

Mingchuan sighed and was about to step in when an old voice appeared in front of him.

"Young man, buying funeral supplies, right?"