lcionline Chapter 862 The Barracks is Haunted
Chapter 862 The Barracks is Haunted
Minglang put her finger to her lips and made a gesture of silence. She could already hear the sound of someone cutting into her tent in the corner.
She said the puppy wouldn't suddenly become abnormal and disturb her sleep.
There's something haunted in the barracks.
Minglang grabbed the puppy's muzzle with one hand and took out a dagger from under the pillow with the other.
I made a gesture to the puppy to keep quiet, and the puppy nodded very humanly.
Minglang then let go of the puppy's muzzle, slowly stood up, tried to keep the noise as low as possible, and moved closer to the place where the sound came from.
The man outside was still persevering in cutting her tent. Minglang roughly gestured to the size he wanted to cut out.
At most, it could only be through a little girl who had not yet grown up. The little girl he saw today suddenly appeared in Minglang's mind.
Didn’t she ask Jiang Jiaoyun to feed her some muscle softening powder?
Who is that outside?
Minglang clenched the hand holding the dagger tightly. The people outside were very cautious and cut the tent gently, stopping and waiting for a while after cutting a little.
Minglang calculated the time and found that at her current speed, it would take at least an incense stick of time to cut the wood into a size big enough to fit through.
Minglang made a gesture to the puppy, asking it to stand still and not move around, and she would be back soon.
Minglang didn't have time to wait for her to finish cutting the weeds bit by bit, and looking at the way she cut and the energy she put in, she could already tell that it was that little girl.
The knife is very sharp, but my hand feels weak. This is the effect of the muscle softener.
Softening muscle powder can also weaken a person's five senses. Minglang slowly moved towards the door of the tent.
There were soldiers on duty outside her tent. When they saw her slowly opening the tent door, they were about to lend a hand to help, but she raised her hand and held him down.
Minglang made a gesture to silence several people. They were all strictly trained and it took less than a second for them to understand.
The soldiers on duty continued to stand where they were, and Minglang slowly walked towards the tent towards the little girl who had been poisoned by the muscle softening powder.
Perhaps the effect of the Softening Muscle Powder was indeed strong, so she was able to escape, but she could not resist the weak hands and feet caused by the effect of the drug, and her five senses deteriorated.
When Minglang walked behind her with a dagger in his hand, she didn't realize there was someone behind her.
He was still cutting her tent with a knife.
"Your knife looks a little blunt, do you need my help?"
In the dark night, the sudden sound scared people so much that they dropped their knives to the ground.
The old child looked back in horror and saw Minglang wearing only a red inner garment, standing quietly in the dark, with a cold smile in his eyes as he looked at her.
The old child reacted quickly, picked up the knife on the ground and stabbed Minglang.
After all, the Softening Muscle Powder was specially developed by Qingyu Pavilion and its effect is extremely good.
In the eyes of the old child, the movement was considered quick, but in Minglang's eyes, it was like an old man who was fighting desperately.
Minglang didn't waste any time talking to her and kicked her out.
The old child's back hit the tent, making some noise and attracting many people.
"Your Highness, are you okay?"
Han Qi had just returned to the military camp when he heard some noise. He hurried over and just happened to see the princess kicking someone away.
"Tie her up, mend the wound she just made, and lock her up properly. Don't let her die. We'll talk later."
Minglang wanted to go back and catch up on her sleep first. She was really tired these days.
Han Qi looked at the obvious bruises on the prince's eyes, understood what the prince meant, and quickly tied him up and threw him aside.
His mouth was stuffed with a rag picked up from somewhere.
Prevent this assassin from committing suicide.
Minglang saw this scene, said nothing, walked towards his tent, and fell asleep on the bed.
The system squatted beside the bed and watched. He thought Minglang would interrogate her today. Listening to the soft snoring coming from the bed, the childish girl soon fell asleep.
I watched my child being born and growing up, and the system was guarding the bedside. I didn't know when I fell asleep. When I woke up, there was no one in the bed.
It rushed out in a hurry and saw that most of the people were missing from the military camp. It knew that Minglang had already led the army to war.
The system hurriedly called up the panel, and following the clear perspective, it saw that the army had indeed broken through the city gate.
Minglang was already sitting on the dragon throne, with a group of people kneeling below. The system carefully adjusted the angle to check if there were any wounds or blood on Minglang's body.
After the inspection, he breathed a sigh of relief and sent the good news to the host.
Liang Chongyue was still in court when her head suddenly rang twice. While listening to the reports from the officials below, she opened the panel to see what the system had sent her.
Looking at the panel, he saw a man in bright military uniform sitting on the dragon throne, his eyes full of heroism, giving off the feeling of a young emperor.
"Good shot, I'll reward you by letting you change your skin sooner."
The system was originally admiring Minglang's majestic and domineering appearance, but a message from the host popped up and it jumped up from the ground in joy.
"Really? Really? Then I can change in a moment?"
Listening to the constant ding-ding-ding-ding-ding sounds in his mind, Liang Chongyue knew that Minglang was now in the Western Regions and there were many hidden dangers. He could not directly block the system's messages for fear of delaying something.
I can only let the system ding ding ding ding ding in my head, and give a warning when I can't stand it anymore.
"If you disturb my morning court again by discussing news, I will sell all your skins."
As soon as this message was sent, the system became quiet. Liang Chongyue could even imagine the system going crazy alone over there.
However, the video shot by the system was indeed very good. At the morning court, Liang Chongyue listened to the reports from the officials while watching the video sent by the system over and over again.
Her daughter really looks like her.
On the other side, Minglang took the jade book and compared the names and portraits one by one. Originally, she and her mother had discussed using the king as a sacrifice.
Killing the chicken to scare the monkey is enough to deter the Western Regions.
I didn't expect that a dog that doesn't bark can bite the most viciously. I sent an old child as a sacrifice, as if I expected that the queen mother would send her to lead the army to fight, and as if I expected that she would be kind and let this person go.
"Are you the king?" What a smart person.
If I go to hell and play chess with the King of Hell, I should be able to win a few games, right?
Half of the people kneeling in the hall were wearing gorgeous clothes, while the other half were dressed worse than the palace maids.
The one in the lead, wearing the most tattered clothes and with blood on his body, was the former ruler of this small country.
"General, it's not His Highness. You've made a mistake. I'm not the King of the Country. The King of the Country has already fled."
The man who was questioned by Minglang was shaking like a sieve. Minglang looked at him, his clothes stained with blood, and sneered.
"After the fall of my country, I was able to sit here without having to sacrifice a single soldier. Where did you get these blood-stained clothes?"
Man proposes, God disposes. We thought we had a perfect plan, but in fact it was full of loopholes.