As An Immortal, I Only Learn Forbidden Skills-Novel2

Chapter 959 Chapter 959

"You look exactly the same, but you're dressed differently."

"Isn't that so?" Song Chengyou quickly added. "Your Majesty, I think we should arrest him and bring him to justice!"

"Please let me go," the prime minister begged.

"I think the prime minister is quite pitiful. Your Majesty, why don't you let him go?"

Song Chengyou sighed, his eyes filled with sympathy. action

"Some things can't be forgiven so easily. You'd better surrender!"

Sikong Wuyuan snorted coldly, thinking that Song Chengyou was too kind.

"You are not the real prime minister. Who are you?"

Jiang Ming raised his hand to release his spiritual energy, which immediately tore off the prime minister's face.

The prime minister immediately cried out in pain. He felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He even wanted to grab Jiang Ming's face and stick it onto his own face.

Jiang Ming could see his intention and kicked him out.

The prime minister was forced to step back, revealing his original face.

"You…" Sikong Wuyuan's face twisted. "I didn't expect you to be an old man."

"Where did you hide the prime minister?"

Song Chengyou's expression changed. He trapped the old man and shouted, "That's right. How could you lie to us? This must be the prime minister's trick!"

"Your pre-emptive strike is good."

Jiang Ming looked at Song Chengyou and sized him up.

"What are you talking about?" Song Chengyou asked awkwardly. "Your Majesty, could there be a misunderstanding?"

Sikong Wuyuan became suspicious after hearing Jiang Ming's words.

"Did you plan all of this?"

He looked at Song Chengyou with a determined gaze.

He probably knew what Jiang Ming meant. There was something wrong with Song Chengyou.

Song Chengyou could not help but laugh at the mention of him.

"What are you talking about? How could I have planned it? I helped you find the prime minister."

"This prime minister is fake, but not real."

Sikong Wuyuan pursed his lips and stared at Song Chengyou.

The more he looked at Song Chengyou, the more suspicious he was.

Song Chengyou took a deep breath and pretended to be miserable. "I've never had such evil thoughts. Can you not think of me like that?"

Jiang Ming only wanted to say one thing when he heard that.

"Shut up and hand over the real prime minister!"

He felt that Song Chengyou must have hidden the prime minister.

Song Chengyou coughed and scratched his head. "I don't know why you think I would hide the real prime minister, but I didn't."

Sikong Wuyuan did not believe him at all. His eyes were indifferent.

"I didn't expect you to be such a person. I've really seen through you."

Song Chengyou was furious, and his brows were furrowed.

"Since you don't believe me, there's no need for us to stay together. I'll leave first."

"Who said you can leave?"

Jiang Ming stood in front of Song Chengyou.

Song Chengyou's eyes were filled with shock, and his hands trembled uncontrollably. "Why can't I leave?"

He did not expect that he would end up like this after helping Sikong Wuyuan and the king. It really made his heart turn cold.

He exhaled and smiled. "Your Majesty, I think I'm sincere. I'm really disappointed that you're treating me like this."

Jiang Ming felt that Song Chengyou was quite capable. He was very good at making false accusations.

Song Chengyou had finished speaking and was about to leave.

Jiang Ming raised his hand and smashed Song Chengyou's head.

He covered his forehead, and his eyes turned purple. He shouted at Jiang Ming, "Your Majesty, what are you doing? I'm about to die from the pain."

"The real prime minister is in your hands," Jiang Ming said coldly. "If you don't hand him over now, you will lose your life."

His aura made Song Chengyou feel a lingering fear. He said nervously, "Your Majesty, stop joking. I still have something to do. I have to go."

Jiang Ming saw through Song Chengyou's thoughts and stuffed the pill into his mouth.

Song Chengyou did not want to swallow it, so Sikong Wuyuan took the opportunity to kick him.

The kick landed right on his stomach, and Song Chengyou swallowed it down.

As he swallowed, he felt a little strange.

How did the king know that he was hiding the real prime minister?

He had only wanted to divert their attention, but the king had already seen through him.

He even put himself on the line. It really made people irritable and uneasy.

Jiang Ming did not say anything. Sikong Wuyuan was curious about his reaction.

"What is this pill for?"

Before Jiang Ming could answer, Song Chengyou suddenly muttered to himself, "Where am I? What do you want to do? Leave me quickly.

Sikong Wuyuan was taken aback by his words, and then he looked at Song Chengyou.

Song Chengyou was already in a sickly state, muttering something to himself.

"Where is Prime Minister Zhen now?" Jiang Ming asked.

This pill had a very long-lasting effect. It was long enough for him to ask a lot of questions.

"I locked him up in a small wooden house. The wooden house is in the bamboo forest in front of us. He has been tortured by me to the point of excruciating pain. He is about to die."

A hint of pleasure flashed across Song Chengyou's eyes.

Jiang Ming felt that Song Chengyou wanted to take revenge on the Xiaguo Kingdom. He turned to Sikong Wuyuan and said, "Let's go find the prime minister. There are some things I haven't asked him yet."

Sikong Wuyuan quickly nodded and followed Jiang Ming into the bamboo forest, ignoring Song Chengyou.

Song Chengyou continued to laugh and rummage through the nearby leaves like a madman. From time to time, he would mumble to a leaf and do something to it.

The bamboo forest was huge, and the bamboo trees were growing vigorously. Jiang Ming and Sikong Wuyuan searched for a long time, but they could not find the small wooden house.

After walking for a while, Jiang Ming suddenly realized that they seemed to be lost.

They continued to wander around and found that they had returned to their original place.

Sikong Wuyuan could not help but sit down. He said helplessly, "We couldn't find the wooden house. Instead, we got lost."

"Don't be anxious. Some things might turn around. I don't know if there are other people in this bamboo forest."

Jiang Ming was a little tired and sat down.

Just as he was speaking, a woodcutter was walking over with a walking stick. He was carrying a bamboo basket on his back, and there were some crisp bamboo shoots in the basket.

"Ning Caichen, you're really good at predicting things. This person came so quickly."

Sikong Wuyuan's eyes lit up and he hurriedly walked forward to ask for directions.

However, the woodcutter brushed past him and planned to leave.