"What's going on? Why is it on fire?"

The soldiers who heard the commotion rushed out of their tents and saw this scene head on. Everyone was dumbfounded.

Even though King Sheng's soldiers were brave and good at fighting and crawled out from among the dead on the battlefield, they were still shocked by the scene in front of them.

"What...what is this?"

The leaders pointed at Feng Jiuqing and stammered, unable to speak complete words for a moment.

Their princess stood in front of this flaming thing, as if she was not afraid, standing motionless, creating a strong contrast.

They almost thought they had seen the rumored witch!

Feng Jiuqing didn't know what they were thinking.

She seemed to be frightened and didn't respond for a long time.

Only then did An Qi get the chance to grab her arm again and take her stiff body away from the corpse.

When Nangong Ling hurried over from the tent, she happened to see this scene.

His face turned eight shades darker instantly.

The God of Death rebuked coldly, "Quickly put out the fire!"

Only then did everyone react and hurriedly went to get water to put out the fire.

When the fire was finally extinguished, when I saw the half-charred, extremely horrifying corpse on the ground, I still couldn't help but feel my scalp numb.

"How did this corpse... come to be damaged like this?" The soldier holding the empty bucket suppressed his desire to vomit and looked at the corpse on the ground.

"I heard from the victims in the town that they have a tradition of keeping the whole body before reincarnation. If the body is missing something, they will get angry and pretend to be dead..."

Another person also heard this rumor, and the two looked at each other for a while.

Although the cold air from the soles of his feet had reached the top of his head, the leader still slapped him on the head and said angrily, "Don't you want to die?"

Their King Sheng had killed countless people on the battlefield, and there was no way to die. He was the one who least believed in evil.

If you dare to mention this in front of him, isn't this a death wish?

Sure enough, Nangong Ling had already walked towards the corpse with a serious expression.

The body was still standing at the door.

Feng Jiuqing's expression was extremely ugly. For some reason, when Nangong Ling looked at her, he felt that her figure seemed a little thinner.

It seemed like it would fall when the wind blew, but it just stood still.

He looked at the corpse coldly, and then, with a swipe, the sword was unsheathed!

Under everyone's frightened and shocked gazes, Nangong Ling sneered and slashed at the corpse's head with his knife.

Heads on the ground!

The corpse also fell to the ground!

The soldiers were shocked.

What kind of fake corpse and evil corpse?

In His Royal Highness Prince Sheng’s territory, there is no one left but to lie down for him!

For a moment, the soldiers who were frightened by the gods and monsters looked at Nangong Ling with their eyes full of extreme admiration!

Nangong Ling gave the sword to a soldier beside him and said simply and concisely: "Wipe it clean."

"Yes, Your Highness!" The soldier's spirit was shaken, as if he felt that what he was doing was a supreme honor.

Only then did Feng Jiuqing come back to her senses from the chaos.

She also looked at Nangong Ling in astonishment.

Of course she doesn't believe in evil.

At a glance, she knew that the corpse was set on fire very specifically, and it was definitely aimed at her.

She intuitively felt that Nangong Ling had noticed something, otherwise he would not have cut off its head so neatly.

Although she knew that he was not helping her, Feng Jiuqing still felt very uncomfortable in her heart. The word "thank you" was stuck in her throat, unable to go up or down.

Nangong Ling was already looking at her, with an indifferent expression and a tone of disdain, "What did you do?"

Yes, just for these words, Feng Jiuqing swallowed back her gratitude.

Feng Jiuqing said lazily: "It's nothing."

"Will the princess be disemboweled?" Nangong Ling asked.

"The doctor and the doctor have the same origin, so I can still do what I should know. Not only can I disembowel my body, I can also sew my head!" Feng Jiuqing bared her teeth and said angrily.

After a pause, his expression became more serious, "Someone is eager to kill me."

She stared at Nangong Ling with twinkling eyes and said, "Although I know that my identity is sensitive and I am the sinner of you Dayan."

"But if you want my life, you can say it outright. Why hide it from you and do it secretly?" Feng Jiuqing said, looking at the people in the audience.

The guards looked strange, but it was obvious that they were not the ones to take action.

Nangong Ling darkened her expression and said solemnly: "Your Feng Jiuqing's life belongs to me."

Word by word, everyone listened without missing a word.

"Oh, I've already paid it back, I won't owe you anything." Feng Jiuqing was displeased and sneered.

Nangong Ling knew that she was talking about a transaction and did not refute it.

He only said: "I will thoroughly investigate what happened today and give you an explanation."

Feng Jiuqing didn't answer, so she accepted the answer.

She could have just cured Yue'er and left, but she still came to save people.

What happened today was too much of a coincidence.

I just heard the rumor in the town, and now there is an accident.

Moreover, the flame just now turned out to be high-temperature blue. It is impossible to reach this temperature under natural conditions.

"There's something fishy on the body, let me take a look."

Just when Nangong Ling was about to have someone pull the body off the ground, Feng Jiuqing suddenly spoke.

She picked up a wooden stick from the ground and stabbed it at the body.

This action frightened many people and even stunned Nangong Ling for a moment.

He pursed his lips and looked at Feng Jiuqing picking at the body like a piece of meat, his eyes getting weirder and weirder.

He could no longer find the shadow of the past in the current Feng Jiuqing, and when he saw it now, he was speechless.

He really has never understood his own princess.

The soldiers looked sideways.

Could it be that... the princess is not afraid that the corpse will be found again?

But at this moment, Feng Jiuqing had already used a stick to pull out the burnt finger.

Seeing that she was about to take it, An Qi, who couldn't bear it anymore, hurried forward, "Princess, no, be careful..."

"Don't be careful. Even if this corpse has already stood up once, is it possible that it still can't stand up without its head?"

Feng Jiuqing pointed at the corpse and said, "In the worst case, I'll let your prince cut it off again."

Now, An Qi was silent.

Nangong Ling, who was standing aside, closed her eyes tightly, not wanting to look at her again.

Everyone looked at each other with mixed feelings in their hearts.

What kind of pot goes with what kind of lid, and what kind of cruel person this princess is, they don't take it seriously.

An Qi saw that Nangong Ling was angry and knew that she couldn't stop him, so he stepped forward and said, "Princess, I'm here to help you."

"Okay, take out the bones from this finger and give it to me." Feng Jiuqing was relieved and agreed easily.
Chapter completed!