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"Callant, you're here!" At dusk, the boat was docked on the shore, and the boatman reminded him.*.**/*
Today, Wang Cunye was wearing a blue robes. The boatman did not recognize him as a Taoist priest. When Wang Cunye heard the boatman's words, he threw down a string of money and got off the boat and walked into the city gate.
Pedestrians kept coming and going on the street, and Wang Cunye disappeared in a blink of an eye.
The Fan Mansion's residence is quite large, surrounded by high courtyard walls, a small alley is dark, and occasionally there are three or two pedestrians, and Wang Cunye penetrates silently.
The Fan Mansion has a wide courtyard with several layers inside, with strict access control, even more stringent than last time, but for Wang Cunye, it is not as difficult as last time.
As he got closer and closer to the foundation of Ningyuan, the mysterious power that originally existed gradually emerged, and Wang Cunye, like a ghost, gradually approached the core.
There was a secret room with two candles lit in the room, and Fan Shirong was discussing things.
Fan Shirong looked at the wall and refused to look away for a long time. It seemed like there were flowers on it. He said gloomy for a moment: "Wei Mansion has dispatched troops."
Gao Jing did not have the calm expression before and said, "Looking at this point, I don't look for some evidence at all, I have to start. If I think about it carefully, I feel reasonable. As long as I doubt it, I can be convicted. I would rather kill it by mistake than let it go. This is the only way to rule."
As he said that, he swallowed with a dry saliva.
The secret room suddenly became silent. Sang Li's face was blue and dim, and his body was trembling slightly. He thought that the Fan family had a thick and big thigh, but he didn't think it was a way to rebel.
But at this time, it was too late to withdraw, and the means of Marquis of Wei...
After a moment, Gao Jing put out the map: "Young Master, don't be anxious. The layout of Wei Hou is very clear. Through spring hunting, all the noble officials of the aristocratic families were transferred out of the city and concentrated under the control of the barracks. This is the only open plot. We only have a few ways. The first is to do things in advance..."
"The second thing is to assassinate the Marquis of Wei."
"The third is to avoid it. No matter which one is, the young master must stay in the mansion."
"There is not enough preparations for the advance, and assassination of Marquis of Wei is of course the best way to remove the firewood from the cauldron." Fan Shirong thought and said with a wry smile: "But who can do it?"
Gao Jing pondered for a long time and said slowly: "Of course, if Wang Cunye can kill Mr. Wen, it means that he can already assassinate Marquis of Wei."
Speaking of this, he stared at Fan Shirong coldly with a cold smile: "It is of course a clever plan for him to force the young master to take care of him with his family, but he also gave us a handle. You can force him with his family's life and death."
"I'm afraid this boy will be unable to be forced. Even if he suffers, he will be chased and killed by him afterwards."
"There is no future, how difficult is it to assassinate the Marquis of Wei? Even if he can be assassinated successfully, he will be unable to escape unsuccessfully. Even if he escapes unsuccessfully, this son assassinated the Marquis of Wei will break the bottom line of the Dao Palace, the court, and the princes. No matter what, he will not be able to save it. Daozheng will kill him himself. What's the fear of a dead person?" Gao Jingwan said, making people feel a little chill.
"And if the layout of Wei Hou cannot be broken at this time, then the Fan family will sooner or later be destroyed. Why should they be afraid of this son's revenge?"
Fan Shirong took a few quick steps indoors, made up his mind, and said, "Come..."
Before he finished speaking, two screams came from the outdoors, and figures rushed in.
"Be careful..." Sang Li screamed in an instinctive manner.
The secret room suddenly opened wide and the crowd rushed in like a tide. The sound of swords and crossbows breaking through the air was thrilling. Almost instantly, the sword light flashed, and the sound of "puff puff" was heard. After a while, the sword light was withdrawn, and the six secret room guards stood still.
"It's you!" Sang Li screamed.
"Yes, it's me!" Wang Cunye stepped in again: "By the way, it's really a lucky thing, why did I come in at this time?"
Before he could finish his words, the six guards exploded and all rushed to the ground, and they immediately became angry.
When Fan Shirong saw Wang Cunye coming in, his face turned pale and his body was weak. He fell on the chair, pointed his arm at Wang Cunye, and he was angry: "You..."
Wang Cunye was deeply imprinted in Fan Shirong's impression that he killed the officials at night and destroyed the Qingyi Pavilion. Even more terrifying was that even a great master like Mr. Wen also fell in his hands.
Seeing that the six guards were not overturned like last time, but were killed immediately, he vaguely understood why Shen Zhengzhi and Wei Hou decided to kill this son, and such a person should not be kept!
But Wang Cunye saw the two of them and sneered: "I came here after receiving the official letter from Marquis of Wei. I wanted to discuss something with Mr. Fan, but I didn't want to listen to something interesting."
As for Sang Li, Wang Cunye didn't even look at it. Sang Li was just a small captain at this time. He was already a ninth-grade rank at the time of the Dharma Assembly. After years of fighting and practicing, his martial arts doubled!
Speaking of this, Wang Cunye's eyes flashed with cold light, and there was no sneer on his face. He stared at Gao Jing and said, "You are your own master, and it is your duty to plot against me, but from my standpoint, people like you must not stay in the world for a day. What last words do you have can be said."
If you don’t say anything, then you’ll just say it. Fan Shirong’s face was pale, he suddenly stood up, and words popped out from his teeth: “Wang Cunye… don’t go too far…”
Wang Cunye watched coldly, unmoved at all, and continued, "I'll give you half a stick of incense!"
At this time, Sang Li suddenly stood up. When Wang Cunye delivered the letter, he was not sure about his relationship with the Fan Mansion. Now he understood whether the two of them were all the way. He immediately said to Wang Cunye: "Bold, I don't want you to be so crazy in front of you..."
"Noisy! There is no place for you to speak here." Wang Cunye frowned, waved his hand, and with a "pop", Sang Li fell out and a row of teeth flew out.
"You!" Fan Shirong has been threatened since he was a child. He has never been so threatened. He is less than thirty years old. He suddenly feels anger rushed up. Huo stood up and looked at Wang Cunye: "Wang Cunye, each of them is his master. Besides, I have not adopted it. Please think more about it."
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a "pop", his eyes suddenly blurred, and he fell backwards, and the sticky liquid sprayed out. Fan Shirong was stunned for a moment before he realized that he had fallen to the ground, but was slapped in the face.
"You dare..." Fan Shirong felt his ears "buzzing", and he was dizzy for a moment, pointing at Wang Cunye, with the bleeding from his nose and the blood on his mouth still dripping.
"Mr. Gao!" Wang Cunye looked at Gao Jing who was stunned.
Gao Jing is a smart person, so he understands the horror in front of him better. When this man slapped him in the face, the situation had deteriorated to the highest point, and his whole body was stiff and it was difficult for him to get up.
Seeing that he had no reaction, Wang Cunye said again: "Life and death are in your life, why should you do this?"
As he said that, he took a rope, pushed Gao Jing forward, and when Gao Jing saw the rope, he woke up from a nightmare, and couldn't help but scream: "...No...I didn't expect that I would end up...No, no, I still have a lot to do, I want to make up for the shortcomings..."
"Save these things for the future!" Wang Cunye said coldly, and grabbed Gao Jing. As he screamed, his neck had already hung on the rope. As soon as he put it down, his heavy body fell down.
Gao Jing hissed, and a suffocating sound came out. Gao Jing struggled, trying to land his feet on the ground that was destined to be unable to touch anymore. Every violent movement gradually slowed down from the last time.
Gao Jing's lungs were burning, Gao Jing grabbed them desperately, trying to take another breath of air.
At this time, the rope was deeply embedded in his neck, completely closing his trachea, allowing his life to enter the most painful stage.
"..." Fan Shirong saw this, as if in a nightmare, and immediately bit his teeth and bleed.
"... Very good, it's amazing to be able to maintain such soberness and control!" Wang Cunye said calmly: "People always ignore my serious warnings. Only blood can remember them, so I have to ask Mr. Gao to hang them up and let everyone wake up."
"Also, I thought you were going to yell at killing my whole family, so I just wanted to hang you up too. Three corpses in the secret room, and the master and servant returned to the west together. Isn't it a good story?"
The smile of these words made Fan Shirong's deepest heart cold. In his eyes, Wang Cunye's words seemed not to be the voice of the world, but came from Jiuyou, with a tremendous chill, which made his heart and his blood.
"Don't worry, I will fight to the death to ensure the safety of your family." In this situation, Fan Shirong surrendered, and he struggled to get up and said.
"Be good, that's better, but I'm very good at your plan, except for the part I've used it and killed it!" Wang Cunye smiled and said, "Tell me, which general or who is the key to the layout of Wei Hou?"
Chapter completed!