12dz Chapter 142: Vicious Ji Qiao
Chapter 142: Vicious Ji Qiao
It can be seen that in the eyes of the Zhou people, the Baijiao is like their reborn parents, like a bright light, giving them endless hope and solid protection.
The light of hope, like the warm morning light, shines into everyone's heart; the power of protection, like a solid city wall, protects the people of Zhou.
Deep in the eerie and mysterious Fengdu City, in a secret room so dark that it seemed to have been forgotten by time, Prince Ji Qiao stood quietly with his hands behind his back.
His figure was as tall and straight as a pine tree standing proudly on the top of a cliff, and his gorgeous clothes shone with mysterious brilliance in the faint light.
His temperament is noble and cold, just like the bright moon hanging high in the night sky, emitting a cold light, as if he really controls the fate of all things in the world, making people feel intimidated and admired.
A priest respectfully bowed to Prince Ji Qiao, who had his back to him, and reported: "Your Highness, more and more people in Zhou have been nourished by the eggs of immortality, but the number is still a little short. Now, there are only three days left before the grand ceremony of offering sacrifices to the heavens. If we cannot reach a sufficient number and anger the venerables, the consequences will be disastrous. What should we do?"
Prince Ji Qiao raised his chin slightly, his expression calm and composed, just like the calm lake water. He said slowly: "I have my own ideas."
Prince Ji Qiao has been in charge of government affairs since he carefully designed to drive King Ji Fa of Zhou into madness and cooperated with Venerable Huandao. He is extraordinary in both civil and military strategies. In the eyes of the people, he is like the brightest star in the night sky, emitting dazzling light and illuminating the future of Zhou. He is so perfect, as if he is the heir to the throne specially carved by God. He is very popular and has become the star of hope in the hearts of the people of Zhou.
Prince Ji Qiao's gaze was as deep as the endless universe, and he said calmly: "The so-called common people are just like animals. They need to be raised patiently and wait for the day when they mature."
The priest immediately agreed: "You are right."
Prince Ji Qiao frowned slightly, and that slightly frowned brow seemed to carry countless thoughts. He continued to ask: "Has the envoy who went to the Underworld returned? Who is the ruler of the Underworld?"
The priest replied respectfully: "Our priest Jiang Ziya just came back and heard that the new ruler is a human named Wang Hun."
Prince Ji Qiao nodded slightly, a thoughtful look on his face, and said with emotion: "King Soul? What an interesting name."
Suddenly, a soldier came hurriedly, with rapid steps, as if carrying urgent news. He whispered something in Ji Qiao's ear.
Ji Qiao's expression changed slightly when he heard this, and a barely perceptible wave flashed across his originally calm face. Then, he decided to go to the secret room where King Zhou was imprisoned. Along the way, the soldier showed fear on his face and said in a trembling voice: "The king is so scary when he goes crazy, just like a monster."
Prince Ji Qiao looked calm, like a towering mountain, and said calmly: "It's okay, I'm here, don't be afraid, just keep going."
At this time, in the secret room, King Zhou Jifa's eyes were red, like burning flames. He swung his sword wildly, the sword shadow flickered, with endless madness and despair.
Several palace maids and guards were lying in all directions around them, their bodies were cold and they had obviously lost their breath of life. The scene was terrifying, like a painting full of blood and horror.
Ji Qiao walked slowly and steadily to the door of the secret room where King Zhou was imprisoned, and then stopped. His cold eyes were like a cold blade cast at the soldier, and he slowly said: "You stay here and guard."
When the soldier heard this, he felt as if a heavy rock had fallen to the ground in his heart. He immediately breathed a sigh of relief and quickly responded respectfully, "Yes, sir." His tone was full of reverence and obedience, as if the soldier had completely entrusted his fate to Ji Qiao's orders.
Ji Qiao gently stretched out his hand and slowly pushed open the heavy door of the secret room. With a dull sound from the door hinge, he stepped into the secret room.
In the secret room, faint light penetrated through the narrow gap. Dust fluttered lightly in this faint light, like countless tiny elves dancing.
Ji Qiao frowned slightly, looking at the dust on his body, he patted it gently, every movement seemed calm and restrained. Then, he walked forward step by step, slowly and steadily, each step seemed to carry the weight of careful consideration.
When his eyes slowly fell on the bodies lying on the ground, he couldn't help but sigh: "I have to arrange a new batch of slaves to serve him."
His voice echoed in this secret room that was so silent that it seemed to have been forgotten by the world, with a hint of helplessness and fatigue.
Suddenly, Ji Qiao seemed to sense an unusual aura, his body stiffened slightly, and he was stunned for a moment. A pair of blood-red eyes quietly appeared behind Ji Qiao. It was the King of Zhou who was wearing armor and had disheveled hair.
At this moment, King Zhou looked like an evil ghost struggling out of the gloomy and terrifying hell, emitting a terrifying aura all over his body.
King Zhou's eyes were wide open, and they seemed to be burning with rage. He shouted, "Who are you, evildoer? How dare you cause trouble in the hall? Die!" After that, he raised the sword in his hand high. The sword flashed with a cold light in the dim light, and he chopped it down fiercely with an incomparable fierce momentum.
Ji Qiao reacted extremely quickly and dodged the fatal blow in time with her cheetah-like agility.
Ji Qiao suddenly felt nervous and shouted, "Father, I am your most beloved son, Ji Qiao!"
King Zhou covered his head with his hands in pain, his eyes full of confusion and bewilderment, as if he was lost in an endless fog.
He murmured to himself, "Ji Qiao? Where have I heard this evildoer's name before? It sounds so familiar."
Ji Qiao hurriedly said: "Father, you are just sick and forgot some things."
However, King Zhou seemed not to have heard his words at all and continued to wave his sword wildly.
Ji Qiao dodged the King Zhou's violent attacks and said anxiously, "But I will heal you. Can you throw away the sword?"
King Zhou swung his sword angrily, as if he was going to chop the world into pieces. He shouted, "The evildoer knows how to deceive people. Don't listen to him."