467 people, ghosts, gods

Qingyu hurriedly ran out. Duanmu Shiyao looked at her mother's worried face and suddenly remembered something.

"Is the Queen Mother worried about what Mo Ningtian said? She has no soul..."

Balian nodded: "They didn't cry when they were born. I was worried."

Duanmu Shilin didn't know what happened. She looked at her mother and her sister for a while, and finally pouted and held her sister's hand.

Not long after, the nurses put the two princes on the bed, and the children lay side by side, sleeping peacefully. Balian asked: "Have the two princes ever woken up and cried since yesterday?"

The two wet nurses shook their heads and said: "No, the slaves also estimated the time to breastfeed and change diapers for His Highness."

Balian frowned, holding the palms of the two children with both hands and applying slight force. The children showed no response and were still drowsy.

"Son, son!" She was anxious and simply pushed them, but the children didn't wake up. Balian straightened up and stared at them blankly for a moment.

Duanmu Shiyao quickly turned her head and said: "Don't be stunned, but look for the imperial doctor and the emperor."

The doctors came first, and the children were placed beside the bed. Balian wanted to watch how the doctors diagnosed them.

The chief physician took matters into his own hands, took out sterilized silver needles, and pricked several acupuncture points on the children. The children showed no reaction. They carefully opened the children's eyelids, shook them with their fingers, and then looked at the children's mouths.

Nose. At this moment, Duanmu Canglan also arrived. He was still wearing court clothes, and the sound of the two rows of beads hitting each other as he walked could be heard from a distance.

When he came into the house, everyone knelt down. He was proud that they all got up and sat on a stool on the side.

The doctors continued their examination. Bailian raised his head and looked at Duanmu Canlan, and he frowned slightly and looked at her. Finally, the doctors came to a conclusion and knelt down one after another.

"Your Majesty, Madam, the two princes are suffering from coma. They still have the instinct to eat, drink and excrete, but they are unconscious and unresponsive to all external stimuli."

Bailian covered her mouth, Duanmu Shiyao lowered her eyes, and Duanmu Canglan frowned even more: "Can it be cured?"

Beads of sweat already appeared on the forehead of the chief physician: "This... I have no choice."

No soul, living dead. Mo Ningtian was not trying to scare her. But how did he know? What methods did he use!

The imperial doctors were still kneeling on the ground. The emperor did not speak, and none of them dared to get up. Duanmu Canglan was deep in thought, so the room was eerily quiet.

After a long time, he finally said: "Take the two princes back. The hospital will take turns to guard them and never leave."

"yes."

The imperial doctors wiped their foreheads and stepped back one after another, and the nanny also left with the children in her arms. Duanmu Canglan sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the woman he loved. Bailian's little face, which was originally flushed with happiness, now became

Pale.

Duanmu Canglan stood up again, took Duanmu Shilin out of bed, and said to Duanmu Shiyao, "Take your sister back."

"Yes." Duanmu Shiyao quickly jumped out of bed and put on her shoes. Duanmu Shilin didn't quite understand what happened, but she just hugged her father's leg tightly, unwilling to let go.

Duanmu Canglan picked her up again and kissed her little face. She giggled: "Shilin, be good and go back with your sister."

"Father, give me another hug."

Duanmu Canglan patiently hugged her again and took her around in a circle. Only then was the child satisfied, and she was carried away by her sister.

Duanmu Canglan was still watching the two sisters leave, when Balian suddenly said: "I want to go to Nansha."

Duanmu Canglan turned around and raised her eyebrows slightly: "What did you say?"

Bailian looked at him with tears in her eyes: "I can't watch the two children go on like this. If you don't enter the tiger's den, you won't get the tiger's cubs. I'm going to Nansha. I want to save the children. At least I know they are used.

What kind of poisonous plot harmed the children."

Bailian clenched his fists, and Duanmu Canglan came over and sat down: "What did you do in Nansha? If you go, you really can't come back. Ling Shaochi, he is not dead after all."

Balian couldn't help but leaned forward and held his arm: "Is it really him?"

Duanmu Canglan closed her eyes, her long eyelashes touching each other: "Who else can do it except him."

"So, you already know what trick they used?"

Duanmu Canglan turned her head: "Besides, I also know the way to rescue him."

Bailian was stunned for a moment, while Duanmu Canglan raised her eyebrows: "You, the mother of several children, are still so impulsive. If this matter has something to do with Ling Shaochi, why don't you ask me

The leader of Apocalypse?"

Balian shed tears and said, "I'm so anxious. We've been waiting for these two children for so long. But it turned out like this. I'm so heartbroken."

Duanmu Canglan raised her eyebrows: "With your temper, you still want to push me down."

"Are you done yet? My heart is blocked."

Duanmu Canglan sat next to her, pulled her into his arms, and stroked her long messy hair, while she clutched his dragon robe and lowered her eyelids.

"When Mo Ningtian said that, I was wondering if it was Ling Shaochi. But he fell from the God-killing Peak and there was no way he could survive. But if the children really lost their souls, then only he could do such a thing.

"

"How did he do it?"

"Apocalypse is different from other sects in the world. It has existed thousands of years ago and is rich in mythology. The great event of killing the gods did indeed happen, and the descendants of Apocalypse in the past generations are also related to mythology. If we say that Apocalypse

Internal strength is a symbol of human courage, so the Tianji Sword is an artifact given to mankind by God, and the Tianji Sword Art is the connection between gods and humans. Aren’t those who practice Tianji Sword Art not affected by illusions? So,

It should be that Ling Shaochi got the Tianji Sword and used this sword to contact the ghost world. And because he knew the Tianji Sword Technique, he naturally had an unusual power. The king of the ghost world should respect him and achieve something with him.

Agreement."

"So it was the king of the ghost world who took the souls of the children?"

"That's right, a person's soul can only be taken away by the ghost world."

Bailian clutched his chest, the ghost world and the god world were too fantasy.

"Did you guess this matter?"

Duanmu Canglan gently stroked her hair and said softly: "Not long after I became a disciple of Tianqi, Master was entrusted by Nishinoichi to contact the King of the Ghost Realm once. We all asked, but Master didn't say anything. I

I think Master doesn’t want us to have anything to do with the ghost world, so I only recently figured out the power of the Secret Sword. Ling Shaochi has been following Master for a long time, so he should have understood it already. This time he got the Secret Sword, and even more

It’s very handy.”

Bai Lian clutched Duanmu Canglan's clothes again. Her heart beat very hard after hearing these words.
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