PDLP Chapter 472 Bei Lianhe's Death
Chapter 472 Bei Lianhe's Death
"Cough——!" Bei Lianhe's face suddenly turned pale and he coughed up a mouthful of black blood.
Yi Qianhuan was already on guard and took a step back the moment the black blood spurted out.
The splattered blood immediately fell in front of Yi Qianhuan and condensed into a ball.
The bloodstain turned into a round dewdrop shape, emitting a strong fishy smell.
With a bad premonition, Yi Qianhuan quickly pulled out the dagger from his waist.
At this moment, the black blood bead rose from the ground and headed straight towards Yi Qianhuan.
The dagger in his hand just happened to meet it. Yi Qianhuan wanted to cut the black blood bead, but unexpectedly the surface of the object was soft, yet unbreakable. The surface was further pressed down by the dagger, but it still did not crack!
Yi Qianhuan clearly felt something strange and wanted to withdraw, but it was too late.
The twisted black blood bead suddenly stretched out, like a poisonous snake, and bit her at the tiger's mouth.
A strong feeling of numbness and soreness instantly filled his entire arm. Yi Qianhuan let go of the dagger and freed his other hand to pull the black blood snake and throw it out.
With a swish, the black blood snake turned into a wisp of black smoke when it left Yi Qianhuan's body, and disappeared into the air with a sinister laugh.
"Bei Lianhe, you are really unrepentant!" Yi Qianhuan pinched his wrist tightly, watching a group of black lines emerge from the base of his wrist and quickly spread to his entire arm.
The sharp pain attacked his nerves so violently that Yi Qianhuan's cold sweat gushed out like a spring.
These black lines are a curse.
The power was too great, so she couldn't remove the curse for the time being. She could only wrap it with the power of the national god to suppress it from spreading further.
"Yi Qianhuan, don't blame me. Blame it on the fact that you are only the national god of Yunzhao Kingdom. When the world is unified in the future, your role as the national god will lose its effect sooner or later. It is better for you to die here now." After Bei Lianhe spat out the black blood, it was as if all her energy and spirit were taken away from her body. She was dying, and her hands grasping the cell slipped down weakly.
"How ridiculous. You want to kill God with just a curse?" Yi Qianhuan said coldly.
Bei Lianhe's breathing became longer and longer. She said with her last breath, "How do you think those candidates for the title of National God died in the past?"
Yi Qianhuan's heart trembled, and then he felt the pain in his hand disappear.
Looking down at my arm, the black lines at the base of my thumb had disappeared.
No, it should be said that those lines merged silently into her body.
She could feel the curse entering her body, but she didn't feel anything like a foreign object invading her.
This feeling was very strange, as if Yi Qianhuan was now clearly aware that there was something wrong with his body, but he didn't know where this time bomb was hidden in his body.
“Anyone who possesses the power of a national god must die, and no one can change this. Yi Qianhuan, he is waiting for you in the palace, waiting for you.” Bei Lianhe ran out of strength at the end of his words, and his whole body fell limply to the ground.
Staring blankly at the black ceiling, the figure of Princess Lianhe emerged in Bei Lianhe's mind.
The girl's pretty face appeared before his eyes. Bei Lianhe choked with sobs and tears welled up in her eyes. The pain in her heart was so intense that it was at its peak.
"I really want to see you, but it's a pity that we two can't go to the same place. After all, I have no face to see you." After saying this, Bei Lianhe closed his eyes heavily.
Yi Qianhuan frowned as he watched Bei Lianhe die, a hint of coldness flashing across his phoenix eyes.
"Don't die yet! You haven't told me who the leader of the Apocalypse Cult is!"
Hearing Yi Mobao's voice, Yi Qianhuan then saw Yi Mobao running over quickly and rushing directly to her side.
Only then did she realize that Yi Mobao had been eavesdropping on them out of concern. Before Yi Qianhuan could say anything, Yi Mobao quickly grabbed her hand.
"Where is the mark just now? Why did it disappear? Mother, that black thing doesn't look like a good thing, you must quickly find a way to remove it from your body!" Yi Mobao's tone was very anxious.
Yi Qianhuan said softly: "This curse is very powerful, I can't break it for the time being."
When she first came into contact with this curse, she realized that it was extraordinary.
Especially after Bei Lianhe said that this curse had killed other candidates for national god in the past, she became more certain of her inner guess.
Yi Mobao's face turned pale and blue: "But mother, you are the national god! How can there be a curse that you can't break?"
"There are always people better than you, Mo Bao, your mother is not omnipotent." Ji Chilian walked over at this time.
He seemed calm, but in fact, his fingers fiddling with the Buddhist beads showed a bit more panic than usual. He turned his head and met Yi Qianhuan's eyes.
Yi Qianhuan said nothing, but just shook his head gently at Ji Chilian.
Ji Chilian lowered the corner of his mouth, and simply put away the Buddhist beads and held them in his hand: "Mobao, your mother and I have something to discuss, you go back and rest."
"I won't leave." Yi Mobao stood there stubbornly.
"Think about Yubao, he still needs you to take care of him. I promise you that I will find a way to lift the curse on your mother." Ji Chilian said.
"Really? But what can you do?" Yi Mobao raised his eyes and looked at Ji Chilian in confusion.
"Since the governor has said it, I will definitely do it. Yi Mobao, have you ever seen the governor break his promise?" Ji Chilian's back was straight, he lowered his eyelids, and there was a gleam of light in his deep eyes, looking calm and unhurried.
Yi Mobao thought about it carefully and found that Ji Chilian was a man who always kept his word.
The teahouse where his mother worked suddenly exploded, and everyone, including him, lost hope.
At that time, Ji Chilian was certain that his mother was not dead, and he actually tried to find a way to bring his mother back.
"Okay, I believe you. But I want you to promise me that no matter what happens, you must not hide it from me. I must know the truth."
Ji Chilian nodded and watched Yi Mobao leave.
After confirming that Yi Mobao had left, Ji Chilian looked at Yi Qianhuan: "What's the situation now?"
Yi Qianhuan had a headache: "This is not good. I have never seen this kind of curse. From the initial observation, this thing should be more difficult than those left by the ancients."
"Let's go find Grandma Qin Xue first and discuss it with her before making a decision." Ji Chilian placed his hand gently on Yi Qianhuan's waist. When he was about to leave with her, he suddenly thought of something and stopped.
"Take Bei Lianhe's body with you and see if you can find any clues."
Yi Qianhuan understood what Ji Chilian meant.
The curse had been lurking in Bei Lianhe's body before, and since Bei Lianhe died suddenly, it is very likely that she was killed by this curse.
If her death was really caused by a curse, it would mean that Bei Lianhe would definitely have traces of being killed by the curse on her body.
They clearly understood that any clues they found might become the direction of future investigations. The moment Yi Qianhuan and Ji Chilian walked out of the dungeon, they saw a large group of men in black and red clothes waiting in the courtyard.