Chapter 2222
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The flame rat looked at the people in front of him silently.
Ye Zichen let out a deep breath.
He slowly stood up from the wall.
He looked at the natives that were getting closer and closer to the Qing family manor.
He looked at Qingyu, who had a confused look in her eyes.
I've decided!
I don't have anything to hesitate about anymore.
"I want her alive."
The flame rat looked at Qingyu and muttered. Ye Zichen and co. couldn't help but smile.
"What did you say? Louder!"
"I want her alive!"
The flame rat shouted. Hua Jianrou covered her ears with a frown, while Ye Zichen kicked him down.
"Then go to her side and protect her."
Bai Se, Meng Luo and Hua Jianrou all stood up straight.
At that moment.
They seemed to have returned to their childhood.
They were the ones that stood in front of him when the flame rat was being bullied.
"This one million isn't easy to earn."
"It's not easy for me to be the big sister either!"
Ye Zichen and Hua Jianrou couldn't help but smile at each other.
Crackle …
The flames burned.
When the natives saw the flames on Ye Zichen's body, they all revealed a look of hesitation.
Those that could release flames were all Lord Fire's trusted aides.
Did they already make a move?
All of a sudden, they sped up in an attempt to contact Ye Zichen.
"You're my accomplices now?"
Ye Zichen smiled, while the flames in his hands grew even hotter.
"Attack!"
As he roared, the flames instantly engulfed the natives.
The natives did not understand what was going on.
They thought that Lord Fire's trusted aides actually devoured them in a sea of flames.
"Senior Qing Hui."
Mu Yi stood in the hall and rubbed the back of his sword.
The silver longsword was polished until it shone so brightly that even his face could be seen clearly on it.
"A wise man submits to circumstances."
"I know that you are not weak. You are at the peak of Domain, just one step away from breaking through the Star level and becoming a dragon."
"It is also because of your strength that Lord Fire places so much importance on you."
"He isn't human at all. Didn't you feel it?" Qing Hui frowned. "He is an outsider. Compared to your so-called invaders, he is our true enemy."
"Senior Qing Hui, you misspoke," Mu Yi's eyes turned serious.
"You …"
Qing Hui sighed silently, but didn't say anything else.
He could sense that these people were no longer rational.
They had been brainwashed by the so-called Lord Fire.
Indoctrinate.
It no longer belonged to humans.
"I almost forgot. Senior, I have something to say here," Mu Yi said.
"What?" Qing Hui frowned.
"Lord Huo has taken a liking to your daughter. He hopes that you can offer your daughter to him," said Mu Yi with a smile. Qing Hui was instantly enraged. "What did you say?!"
"Don't get too excited. Of course we won't ask for it for free. Do you … do you want to see your wife?" Mu Yi smiled.
"Aya." Qing Hui froze.
"As long as you offer your daughter to Lord Fire, it's not impossible to resurrect your wife," Mu Yi said with a smile. "In order to convince you, we've also brought our sincerity."
With a light wave of his hand, Mu One's subordinate took out a porcelain bottle.
This porcelain vase was surrounded by flame seals. When the vase appeared, Qing Hui shed tears for some reason.
"Looks like you've felt it."
Mu Yi smiled when he saw the tears in Qing Hui's eyes.
"Inside this porcelain vase is your wife's soul."
Qing Hui's arms trembled when he heard this. The elders in the hall were also shocked.
A soul.
Could a person's soul be retrieved after death?
They had never heard of this before.
Just who was this Lord Huo? He was actually able to retrieve her soul.
"May I … take a look?"
Qing Hui's eyes were empty. She slowly extended her hand, filled with longing.
This was the result Mu Yi wanted to see. He nodded with a smile.
"Of course."
He took a few steps forward, undid the seal, and uncorked the bottle.
Wisps of unconscious soul lingered in the hall. When they all gathered, they became Qing Hui's deceased wife.
"This …"
The elders in the hall couldn't help but click their tongues.
Qing Hui stared at the unconscious soul in front of her.
"Aya."
"Senior Qing Hui, do you believe me now?" Mu Yi shrugged. "As long as you give your daughter to Lord Fire, we can use this soul to resurrect your wife. You love your wife very much, right? She's a daughter. After she comes back to life, she can have another child. Am I right? "
This was Mu Yi's trump card.
Qing Hui was famous for being infatuated with his wife in the village.
He loved his wife to the extreme.
With his identity and status, it was normal for him to find a few more wives after his wife's death. But he didn't. After his wife's death, he began to clear his mind and read a book every day.
That book was his wife's favorite when she was alive.
In Mu Yi's opinion, as long as he used this trump card, Qing Hui would definitely obey.
"You're … right."
Qing Hui looked up at the soul above her and slowly uttered a few words.
"That's right, Senior Qing Hui. That's what you should say." Mu Yi nodded in satisfaction and put the soul away. "We'll take good care of it. We'll definitely resurrect your wife in less than three years."
"You want Little Yu, right?"
"Yes, that's right! Of course, you still need to submit to Lord Huo and help him expand his territory. "
"Sure."
Qing Hui's eyes were hollow, as if he was immersed in his thoughts of his wife.
Mu Yi's smile widened.
He had prepared a backup plan. If Qing Hui was stubborn, he would take Qing Yu back by force.
He didn't expect it to be so easy.
"Then please invite Miss here, Senior Qing Hui. Kill those intruders while you're at it."
"Okay." Qing Hui nodded and looked at the porcelain bottle in Mu Yi's hand. "Can I hold my wife again?"
"Wait for your wife to come back to life … Okay …" Mu Yi didn't want to give it to him, but he thought it would be easier to follow up, so he nodded and put the porcelain bottle in Qing Hui's hand. "You have to be careful. If the porcelain bottle is damaged, your wife's soul will also be destroyed."
"My soul will be destroyed?"
Qing Hui's eyes were hollow as he nodded silently.
Then —
His eyes regained their sharpness and he crushed the porcelain bottle.
The broken pieces pierced Qing Hui's palm.
Bright red blood trickled down his palm.
"Freedom was what she wanted most when she was alive, but I couldn't give it to her.
"Now, how can I let her be trapped in this small bottle?"
"Aya, you're free this time!"
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