They all became female demons after being reborn.

Chapter 5 Wu Cheng must die today!

Wu Cheng's gaze fell on the central beam.

This pillar is made of a single old elm tree, as thick as a person's embrace, and it extends from the ground all the way to the crossbeam on the second floor.

Several iron nails were still nailed to the pillar, and garlic cloves and dried chili peppers were hanging on them.

The inn was in disrepair for many years. Last night's heavy rain caused leaks in many places. The old innkeeper had his staff collect water in wooden buckets. The rain has stopped now, but the buckets haven't been removed yet.

If Megan had tampered with the rope tied to the pillar, and Megan was poisoned and unable to move, and then the rope happened to break, causing the hundred-pound sandbag used for counterweight to fall heavily on his head from that height...

Wouldn't that lead to an accident?

Wu Cheng withdrew his gaze, his fingers clenching and unclenching in his sleeve.

He slowly finished his rice porridge, then pushed the bowl away and rubbed his eyes. "Mei Daban, I'm sleepy."

Sitting opposite him, Megan said gently, "Is the young master sleepy? Then this old servant will help you back to your room to rest."

"No, Sister Qingque told me to wait for her in the lobby." Wu Cheng shook his head, then stretched and lay down on the table. "I'll sleep here."

He landed right on the wet patch.

Megan Sheng sat across from him and poured himself a cup of tea.

The tea was cold, but he didn't drink it; he just held the teacup in his hand to warm it.

After an incense stick had burned, Wu Cheng, who was lying on the table, suddenly convulsed and then lay there motionless.

Mei Gensheng put down his teacup and reached out to gently touch Wu Cheng's forehead.

It's very hot.

This is because the blood flows faster after poisoning, and the internal organs begin to fail.

This is poison that Megan Sheng brought from the palace; he once personally fed it to his adopted son, a young eunuch.

After being poisoned, the body will become feverish, then convulse and fall into a coma. If not treated in time, the problem may not be apparent even after ten days or half a month, and then the person will die.

Megan Sheng withdrew his hand, sat up straight, then picked up his teacup and took a sip, holding the cool tea in his mouth for a moment before swallowing.

Then he got up and walked to the counter, saying to the old shopkeeper, "My young master is asleep. Don't let anyone disturb him. I'm going to the backyard for some fresh air. If you need anything, come find me."

The old shopkeeper nodded repeatedly.

Mei Gengsheng walked into the backyard and stood by the courtyard, looking down at his blurry reflection in the water.

He stood there for a moment, his fingers tracing the edge of the well, the grease he had smeared on the table that morning still lingering under his fingernails.

That was a mixture of castor oil and sparrow tongue grass juice; it was colorless, slightly bitter, and would penetrate the skin upon contact.

After entering the body, it first causes a fever, then the internal organs feel as if they are being slowly squeezed by an invisible hand, and finally the person suffocates in agony and dies.

Even if a coroner examines the body, all they can find out is that it was a heart attack.

He had used it three times in the palace: once with that restless godson, once with a palace maid who was having an affair with a eunuch, and once... he didn't want to recall.

He looked down and suddenly realized that his hands were trembling.

He served in the palace for over thirty years, and the number of people he killed was too many to count on two hands.

But to personally kill a prince...

For more than thirty years since the founding of the Dayu Dynasty, it has been in a standoff with the Zhou Dynasty to the north across the river.

Many members of the royal family have been sentenced to death in the past thirty years, but all of them were given death openly, some by poison, some by hanging themselves, and some by swallowing gold. But he was the first to use such insidious means to secretly poison a prince.

Success! The one in the capital can now rest easy.

If he loses, he will be a traitor who murdered the royal family, and the extermination of his entire clan would be the least of his worries.

So it absolutely has to succeed!

Just then, a muffled thud came from the direction of the inn's lobby behind them, like the sound of something heavy falling.

Become!

Megan Sheng took a deep breath, clenched her trembling hand behind her back, and then hurried back to the lobby with a look of anxiety on her face.

The nails that used to hang garlic cloves and dried chili peppers on the hemp rope that was the main beam in the center of the inn's lobby were gone. The thick hemp rope was now hanging down, with a sack full of river sand tied to the end of it.

The sack weighed at least a hundred pounds and was now slowly spinning in mid-air.

And directly beneath the sack was the table where Wu Cheng had originally been lying.

The table was now smashed to pieces, but Wu Cheng was not under it.

He lay motionless on the ground about three feet away with his eyes closed.

Megan's mind went blank.

How come Wu Cheng wasn't hit?!

He quickly stepped forward and squatted down to examine the area.

Wu Cheng's chest was still heaving, and he was indeed not hit.

Meigensheng raised his eyes and looked at the old shopkeeper with a sinister gaze.

The old shopkeeper was standing behind the counter, his face as pale as paper.

"What happened?" Megan Seng squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth.

The old shopkeeper stammered, "Replying to your question, sir, I don't know either! After the rope above his head broke, the sack filled with river sand fell and landed right on the table... The young master just happened to roll over and escaped unharmed..."

Megan Sheng's eye twitched slightly.

He took a deep breath, bent down and picked up Wu Cheng, his voice regaining its calmness, "Shopkeeper, my young master has been frightened, I'll take him back to his room first."

The old shopkeeper nodded hurriedly.

Mei Gensheng carried Wu Cheng upstairs to the second floor, put him in the room, then turned around and closed the door. He then moved a chair and sat down in front of the bed.

He looked down at the boy's face on the bed, his face expressionless.

"Your Highness, stop pretending."

Wu Cheng lay there without moving.

Meigensheng continued, "I smeared some herbal extract on the edge of the table where His Highness rests to his right. It will take effect within an hour of an incense stick burning after entering the body."

"But His Highness was not only able to move, but also managed to flip over just in time to avoid the accident."

"A prince who has been mentally challenged for sixteen years could not do these things."

Wu Cheng then opened his eyes and slowly sat up. The saintly aura on his face had long since disappeared. "Eunuch Mei has a good eye."

Megan's pupils contracted sharply.

Although he had already guessed that Wu Cheng was pretending to be stupid, he still broke out in a cold sweat when he saw it with his own eyes.

How terrifying must a prince be who has been feigning madness and deceiving everyone since birth?

Could there really be celestial beings in this world who are born with innate knowledge?

"Did Your Highness deliberately let us push you into the water the other day?"

Wu Cheng smiled but remained silent.

Seeing that Wu Cheng did not answer, Mei Gengsheng's voice held a tension he himself was unaware of, "Since Your Highness is no longer pretending, you must be feeling confident and think that we can't kill you?"

Wu Cheng nodded. "That's true."

Then he smiled slightly and said, "Brother Mei, I have a question for you."

"Your Highness, please ask."

Wu Cheng's voice was calm and unhurried, "You chose to poison me today instead of killing me outright because you felt that killing me in front of everyone was too risky, and you didn't want to die. So you needed me to die like an accident, so that no one could find fault with it, right?"

Megan Sheng didn't say anything.

Wu Cheng didn't care. He simply raised one index finger and said, "This only proves one thing: you're afraid that if you take action, something might go wrong. For example, there might be a master among the guests at the inn, and you can't kill them all. Otherwise, even if you're worried that someone at Longmen Ferry might have seen your whereabouts, you wouldn't need to go to such lengths."

"If you're confident you can kill everyone in the inn and then set it on fire, there will be no evidence. You can just say the inn caught fire, wouldn't that be an accident?"

Megan Sheng's expression changed slightly.

"So you see, I figured it out." Wu Cheng laughed. "You're still not strong enough."

There was a moment of silence in the room, then Megan Sheng smiled.

"Your Highness is quite cunning." His smile vanished, his gaze turning cold. "But even if we are not strong enough, we are enough to kill Your Highness. Even if Your Highness has been practicing martial arts since birth, it has only been sixteen years. Our Illusionary Yin Palm has been practiced for over thirty years."

"Looks like you've run out of options and have no choice but to kill me outright." Wu Cheng rubbed his chin. "If I hadn't died, you would have suffered a terrible death. I'm getting more and more curious about who your brother or sister is backing you up. It can't be some uncle, can it?"

Megan Sheng was stunned for a moment, then laughed until tears streamed down her face.

He laughed for a while before raising his sleeve to wipe the corner of his eye. "Your Highness, what's the use of thinking about those things now? Please, Your Highness, embark on your journey."

He stood up, his right hand outstretched.

The hand was a normal bluish-gray color.

The next moment, he suddenly reached out with his right hand and slapped Wu Cheng in the chest!

His more than 30 years of Cold Yin Palm skill was concentrated in his palm, and the surging internal force even caused his arm meridians to ache faintly!

But the palm force was contained and not revealed until it was pressed against Wu Cheng's chest!

At that time, the chilling true energy of the Cold Yin Palm will be poured into Wu Cheng's heart meridian, completely freezing his heart and lungs!

The moment the edge of his palm touched Wu Cheng's chest, Mei Gensheng's lips curled up slightly.

Then he heard a cracking sound, like a dry branch breaking.

It wasn't Wu Cheng's sternum that was broken, but his right arm.

A surge of powerful true energy erupted from Wu Cheng's chest, but Mei Gensheng's icy palm strike, the culmination of over thirty years of internal energy, struck this energy as if water splashed against a rock!

The water splashed into countless fragments, but the reef remained completely still!

Megan Sheng's body flew backward and crashed heavily against the window!

His right arm was bent at an extremely strange angle, with broken bones piercing through his flesh, and blood flowing down the pale, white bone fragments onto the ground.

Megan looked down at his right arm, his eyes filled with astonishment.

impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

He looked up, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints. "You're only sixteen! Even if you started practicing martial arts in the womb, you'd only have sixteen years of cultivation! How could this be?!"

Wu Cheng looked down at his chest.

The areas on the moon-white long gown that were photographed by Mei Gengsheng only had a few wrinkles, not even a hint of weathering.

"Maybe it's not that I'm too strong," Wu Cheng smoothed the wrinkles on his chest and tilted his head. "It's just that you're too weak?"

Megan Sheng's eye twitched slightly.

Too weak...

He had diligently practiced the Frost Palm for over thirty years, and was only one step away from reaching the Innate Realm. Even in the martial arts world, he could be considered a first-rate master, and he could be called a senior elder in any major sect. Yet now, a sixteen-year-old boy said he was too weak...

But he couldn't refute it because his arm was broken, while the other person only had a slightly dirty hem of clothing.

Seeing Wu Cheng get up, Mei Gengsheng gritted his teeth, used his left hand to support himself, and suddenly flipped out of the window!

After landing, he swayed and rushed towards the woodshed!

As long as he can get to the cellar! As long as he can get to that place! He still has a chance to live!

Wu Cheng patted off non-existent dust from his clothes, then walked to the window and casually jumped out.

Although he made a small dent after landing, he still walked slowly toward the woodshed.

Megan Sheng, that old eunuch, must die today!