Adoption brings disaster

The Thousand Corpses Transformation Technique is truly terrifying, and His Royal Highness Prince Yong was hit hard by all of them. This time, his life or death is uncertain.

Although I don't know what's the point of taking Prince Yong to the Mechanical City, I can't do it now. I have to try my best. According to Qingyu's advice, I exerted all my strength and carried Prince Yong to the Mechanical City.

This mechanical city is indeed extremely exquisite. If it weren't for the strategy and key given by Qingyu, a mechanical idiot like me would not even be able to find its location.

Of course, this also has an advantage. Although this place is not absolutely safe, it will take some time and effort for His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to find it. It will take at least half a month to find it.

In fact, it doesn’t matter how long it takes His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to find the City of Machinery, because His Royal Highness Prince Yong has been facing the Thousand Corpses Transformation Technique head-on, and his heart has already been attacked by the corpse poison.

If it weren't for his profound internal strength and the treasure left by the King of Zhenbei to His Royal Highness Prince Yong, which was used to protect his heart meridian, he would have been dead by now.

However, this profound internal strength is actually not of much use. The Thousand Corpses Transmutation Technique is so terrifying that even if His Royal Highness Prince Yong has such profound internal strength, he can only live an hour longer than others.

I am not knowledgeable in medicine, and I know nothing about the evil martial arts. Now I have no choice but to let King Yong lean on me and hug him tightly to make him feel better.

I hugged him like this, just like when we were little, intimate, comfortable and peaceful. However, back then Chongguang was full of vitality, but now I can clearly feel his vitality fading.

"We haven't hugged each other like this for many years." Shigemitsu said happily.

My nose felt a little sore, and I forced a smile and said, "Yes, it's been many years. I remember the first time we hugged each other like this, it seemed to be when I just entered the cabinet. The King of Zhenbei came to trouble me, and you protected me."

After I said that, my eyes couldn't bear it anymore and tears streamed out, but I didn't dare let my tears fall on Chongguang's body, because I was afraid that he would feel uneasy after going down there.

I used my inner strength to force back the tears and smiled, "I still remember that after the prince left, we were on the recliner, hugging each other and rocking like this, and I almost fell asleep."

"Yes, I still remember the story you told me. It was so interesting. All the storybooks in the world put together couldn't compare to the story you told me."

After His Royal Highness Prince Yong finished speaking, he also thought of something and said, "Speaking of storybooks, Qianqiu, would you like to take a look?"

I didn't react at once. His Royal Highness Prince Yong had lost his inner strength and his observation skills were not as good as before, so he didn't notice my distraction.

Chongguang continued to speak happily, "I didn't want you to see it, but now you want to see it."

Chongguang never let me read that storybook, and I kept my promise and never went to look for it.

Today Chongguang talked about this storybook again. It is impossible for me to say that I don’t want to read it, but in this situation, I am not in the mood to read it.

I was about to refuse, but Chongguang didn't give me a chance to refuse. He took out two books from his arms with difficulty and began to flip through them with difficulty.

Chongguang was really too weak now. It was obvious that he had read these two books frequently, but he still looked through them carefully before handing one of them to me. He said breathlessly, "I want to read the book. Qianqiu, can you read it to me?"

Chongguang's tone was weak, and I knew that Chongguang was dying. I couldn't help it for a moment, and my nose was sore. I couldn't hold it back anymore, and tears flowed out like a flood.

My voice choked with sobs as I flipped through the storybook and read, "Dear readers, there's an old saying that goes, 'There's no first in literature, and no second in martial arts.' This is certainly true. So I'm going to ask, who has the highest martial arts skills in our Beishang country? After reading this question, I think everyone will curse, saying, 'Isn't it obvious to any fool? It must be the pillar of Beishang, the King of Zhenbei.' But I want to tell you today, that's not the case. It might have been the case the day before yesterday, but it's not the case today."

Chongguang was already in his twilight years. He was about to die when I started reading a paragraph from the storybook. I quickly threw the storybook aside and hugged Chongguang tightly, feeling extremely heartbroken.

"Qianqiu, Qianqiu." Chongguang cried out again and again, "I can't bear to leave you. I really can't bear to leave you."

I was so sad that I couldn't speak. I could only keep patting his body, trying to make Chongguang feel better by coaxing him to take a nap like I did for children.

"Qianqiu, Qianqiu, don't forget me, you can't forget me." Chongguang was roaring like he was in his last moments of life. He died after the roar, then spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face quickly turned pale.

Now Chongguang no longer had the strength to move. He vomited out large gulps of blood, which flowed from his chin to his chest, staining his clothes red. It then flowed from his chest to his stomach, and soon formed a pool of blood.

There was so much blood that not only did it soak Chongguang's clothes, but it also soaked the book that Chongguang was holding in his hand, turning it into a blood book.

The last burst of life has its limit. Soon, Chongguang's hands dropped weakly, and it was obvious that there was no hope.

I looked at Chongguang, whose body was covered in black and purple due to the influence of the Thousand Corpses Transforming Evil Technique, and suddenly I was no longer sad. I just stood up calmly, gently put Chongguang on the bed, and then put his things away.

It was like when Chongguang was a kid and had been making a fuss all day, then came home in the evening and fell into a deep sleep, and I was packing up the things he would need for school the next day.

In fact, there is nothing to sort out. After all, this mechanical city was built for me by Qingyu. How could there be things belonging to His Royal Highness Prince Yong, whom she hates, here?

I sorted them out for a long time, and there was only a storybook, a blood letter with the content unknown, and the Yangyu Stone from outside the domain. I put these things together and prepared to change Chongguang into clean clothes.

This is the place Qingyu prepared for me. The clothes are all made according to my size. Chongguang is much taller than me, and I can't find any clothes that fit him.

But this is not difficult for me at all. As a teacher, I should know some basic handicrafts. It's just cutting clothes. How can I not be able to do it?

I used my inner strength and turned my fingers into knives. Soon I had cut the good clothes into pieces of cloth of appropriate sizes. Then I forced these pieces of cloth together, and the clothes were altered.

As for whether this dress looks good or fits well, it doesn’t really matter. After all, I made it myself, and I don’t think Chongguang will dislike it.

I wanted to change Chongguang's clothes, but then I found that the clothes were missing a sleeve. I chuckled and took out the clothes again to alter them.

Just as I was trying my best to cut, a golden light suddenly appeared behind me, as if a god or Buddha had descended.

I was delighted and turned around hurriedly to look, only to see that the original foreign Yangyu Stone had lost its previous brilliance and looked even more ordinary, and the blood book was also brand new and looked somewhat magical.

I don't know why I picked up this book, but I did.

When I opened it, the first page drove me crazy. It clearly said that if you practice this skill, everyone in the world can be saved. But when I opened the second page, I felt like I was falling into an ice cellar. It also said that those who are on the verge of death cannot be saved.

I was extremely angry and cursed, "Damn it, the light is already starting to freeze, what's the point of you coming out now?"

Just when I was feeling angry and resentful, I noticed that there seemed to be a slight movement in Chongguang's chest. I hurried to take a closer look, but it seemed that I was mistaken. There was no other way now, so I had to give it a try.

I opened the first page of the book, and the content made me blush. A particularly uncultured person was defecating naked in a bamboo forest, and a bamboo shoot was breaking out of the ground below, heading straight for his vitals. Just looking at it, you could tell how cruel it was.

He deserved to be tortured for being so uncultured. I cursed him softly and looked at the words next to it: "Human-bamboo shoot fighting style."

This mechanical city is still too stuffy. My face felt a little hot for a moment, but I don’t have time to care about this now. After all, Chongguang’s life is important.

I didn't dare to delay at all and quickly pulled down Chongguang's pants. There was a limp bamboo shoot, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't make it fly into the sky.

I was a little impatient and flipped the page again. The second page had this written on it: "Hehehe, this ancestor has long anticipated that it would be difficult for bamboo shoots to soar into the sky, so I have specially taught you the ground-breaking method."

There was another picture next to it, which showed that the true energy was poured into the perineum, and the bamboo shoots were rising into the sky.

I did as the book said, and the bamboo shoots grew very well. However, they were quite different from bamboo. I don't know if it was because I injected too much true energy or for some other reason, but the bamboo shoots were unusually thick and looked very scary.

Ladies and gentlemen, this technique is extremely mysterious and cannot be fully described even if we spend three days and three nights. However, I think you all understand that this cannot be explained in detail. If I do, I am afraid that no one will even be able to read the briefest of details.

There is only one thing I want to tell you. There is a proof that the martial arts method is mysterious. That is Qianqiu and Chongguang struggled for three days and three nights. Qianqiu was so exhausted that he wanted to die, and Chongguang's martial arts skills increased greatly. Think about it, does this prove that the martial arts method is mysterious?

This skill is like matter, it will not be created or destroyed, but will only be transferred. If Chongguang's skill increases greatly, it will be difficult for our Qianqiu. He had to lie in bed for more than half a month before he could barely move his body.

Fortunately, the White Rat Magical Skill was very effective in restoring one's strength. If it were someone else, they would have probably lost their lives.

After more than half a month, I was able to get out of bed. Another half month passed under Qingyu's care, and I was already much better.

But my body is always not feeling well. My limbs have no strength and I feel tired after walking a few steps. My appetite is also terrible. If there is even the slightest taste that I don’t like, I will vomit violently. I even vomit when I drink water.

During this period of time, His Royal Highness Prince Yong has officially had a decisive battle with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. Even though I was so weak, he didn't come to see me. However, in the past half month, various medicinal herbs, supplements and various miracle doctors have been delivered to me like water.

Although I felt so uncomfortable, these famous doctors in the martial arts world could not find any problem at all. They just said that my vitality was damaged and I needed to be nursed back to health. Qingyu and the others took better care of me, but there was no improvement at all.

You know your own body well. I just don't believe what these doctors say. As long as this person can't eat, he definitely won't have much time left.

Besides, my belly has grown like crazy. In just over a month, it's as big as a beer belly that I've had for decades. I guess my belly is full of corpse gas and poison.

During this period, Wuxinwude also returned to the capital. They were considered the most powerful doctors in the world, but they were all helpless. This made me more convinced that I didn't have much time left. I became depressed, resentful of everyone and everything.

After another three or five days, the owner of Zhaixing Tower came to meet Wuxin and Wude, and my illness gradually began to heal. No wonder everyone admires Zhaixing Tower; they really can solve problems.

After the owner of Zhaixing Tower came, there were fewer servants around me, but the remaining ones were all extremely loyal and capable. Qingyu, who had always served me, was no longer good at serving, so he could only act as a parrot to entertain me.

I made the medicine myself without any hesitation, and it never touched anyone else.

As for the medicinal materials, Wuxin looked at them one by one and only selected the best ones for use. Several trucks of medicine were delivered every day, and only a small package was left, and the rest had to be sent back.

This is really hard on Wuxinwude. I have to take this medicine after breakfast and drink it three times a day. Wuxinwude can only take turns staying up all night to choose medicine for me. In just a few days, both of them looked visibly haggard.

As for the food, I have to be even more careful. The chef who cooks the food was originally selected from Baofu Escort Agency. Qingyu told me this during a casual chat. I don’t understand why the chef was selected from Baofu Escort Agency, but Qingyu didn’t explain. I am particularly prone to fatigue now, and my memory is much worse, so I didn’t dwell on this matter anymore.

The escorts of Baofu Escort Agency were all from the Northern Border Army. These people had clean backgrounds. After they joined the agency, Li Er and his men used underworld methods to investigate them again, and naturally, those who remained were still clean.

Even so, Qingyu went to check it out personally and made sure that there was no problem with the cook before allowing him to serve.

In fact, these are not considered to be particularly cautious. My daily meals are prepared outside the house, and there are at least ten people watching. If there is anything wrong, they will be arrested immediately. Even so, every meal has to be tested for poison before it is given to me.

Seeing how careful they were, I laughed at them. "It's just a loss of vitality. Even the pregnant ladies in the palace aren't this careful."

They all smiled awkwardly after hearing this, and remained silent. Finally, Wu De came over and said, "Let alone the Empress in the palace, even the Emperor sitting on the throne in the Golden Palace can't compare to Qian Qiu."

I haven't felt nauseous lately, but I've been very sleepy and can't talk much, so I haven't said anything immoral, I've just smiled.

Seeing that I was in a good mood, Wu De tried his best to make me happy. Although I wanted to play with them for a while, I couldn't resist the sleepiness and fell into a deep sleep.

Predict what will happen in the future, and listen to the next decomposition.