Chapter 978 The man in the painting delivers a message
Haibulu shook his head slowly: "Killing Dazan is easy, but what follows will be very troublesome."
Jiaji was stunned when he heard this and looked puzzled.
Seeing his reaction, Haibulu frowned slightly and let out a dissatisfied snort.
"Why, you don't know? How did you arrange your spy in the royal city? Dazan came to attend your invitation today. In addition to bringing several fully armed personal followers, he also sent someone to report to Lao Qi. If he died today, even if you secretly transported his body out of the house, threw it outside the city, and pretended that he was killed in revenge by someone who hated him, Lao Qi would cast doubt on you. He was already right. If you are dissatisfied, I will definitely take this opportunity to attack you. There is no need for us to take the initiative to hand the knife to Lao Qi, and there is no need to trade you for a little leader."
After Jiaji heard this, he suddenly understood and looked ashamed.
He first admitted his mistake to Haibulu: "Your Majesty, I was negligent and underestimated Dazan, so I didn't send anyone to keep an eye on him. But I really didn't expect that a cruel official who is known as ruthless in other people's mouths would , so cautious and cautious.”
"Based on what he has done in the past few days, if he hadn't been careful, he would have died a long time ago. How could he be alive to see you?"
Haibulu's tone was full of sarcasm, and he didn't know whether he was mocking Jiaji's stupidity or ridiculing Dazan's timidity.
Immediately afterwards, he added: "It would be good for us to keep a vicious dog like Dazan alive. The more he bites randomly, the more dissatisfied the tribes will be against Lao Qi. Let them choose sides. When the time comes, do you think they will choose Lao Qi or me?"
Jiaji's sudden realization was revealed at the right time, and Gongwei said: "So this is the case. Your Majesty has thought it through. I am far inferior..."
Haibulu waved his hand and interrupted him: "Stop flattering me. In the past few days, go contact those who are dissatisfied with Lao Qi and see..."
Before he finished his sentence, Haibulu's expression suddenly changed and he shouted towards the corner: "Who is there?"
When Jiaji heard this, he turned around quickly and saw a stranger appearing in the corner of the yard.
I don't know when this person came or how he came in. Not only was he silent, but there was no energy flowing at all. If Haibulu hadn't discovered it, Jiaji wouldn't have noticed this person's existence.
The identity of the uninvited guest was revealed, but he was not in a hurry. He raised a letter in his hand, with a strange and stiff smile on his face: "Third Prince, don't be nervous. I have no ill intentions. I was just ordered to deliver a letter to the Third Prince. "
This man's voice sounded low and hoarse, as if it had been specially treated.
Haibulu raised his brows, stopped Jiaji's subsequent actions, looked at the uninvited guest in the corner of the courtyard, and asked in a deep voice: "Is this your order? Whose order is this?"
"It doesn't matter who ordered it, what matters is the letter."
The uninvited guest waved his hand gently, and the letter immediately flew to Haibulu.
A figure appeared out of thin air in front of Haibulu, and the blood-letting energy wrapped around the letter to prevent it from flying to Haibulu, in case something changed.
At the same time, Haibulu ordered: "Get him!"
As soon as the words fell, a group of people immediately appeared in the courtyard and pounced on the uninvited guests from all directions.
Among these people, there were Haibulu's personal guards, as well as Jiaji, who was lying in ambush in the yard, trying to get rid of the dead soldiers of 'Dazan'.
It's just that Haibulu didn't give the order just now, and Jiaji didn't dare to throw the cup as a sign.
Looking at the guards and dead soldiers who rushed towards him, the uninvited guests neither ran away nor dodge, allowing them to capture him.
But just when Haibulu was about to order the torture, the uninvited guest who was taken down showed strange changes.
His body was like a candle exposed to high temperatures, melting quickly.
In just a few breaths, a 'living person' turned into a pool of colorful strange water.
This strange turn of events shocked the surrounding guards and dead soldiers.
After examining the strange water on the ground, a guard raised his head and reported in shock: "King, it's ink paint."
"Is that person just now fake? Was he a drawing?"
Jiaji was very surprised when he heard this.
Haibulu, who was more knowledgeable than him, frowned and thought: "I once heard someone say that in the Black Lotus Sect, there is a magical power that can make things look real."
Jiaji said in astonishment: "The person in the painting just now is from the Black Lotus Sect? But isn't the Black Lotus Sect cooperating with the Seventh Prince? What is the purpose of sending someone to deliver a message to the King? Is it possible that the Seventh Prince really
If it doesn’t work, the Black Lotus would like to use another thigh to hug you?”
Haibulu didn't know what the Black Lotus wanted to do.
He turned his attention to the letter wrapped in blood by his men and said, "Is there something wrong with the letter?"
The burly guard standing in front of him immediately replied: "There is no problem found at the moment."
"give it to me."
After hearing Haibulu's order, the guard did not dare to neglect, hurriedly removed his blood, took the letter, and respectfully handed it into Haibulu's hands.
Haibulu opened the letter and glanced at it. His expression instantly froze, and his eyes became murderous.
This reaction made Jiaji very curious. Although he resisted the urge to stretch his head to see, he could not resist asking: "Your Majesty, what is written in the letter?"
Haibulu put away the letter, glanced at Jiaji, and did not tell the content of the letter. He just ordered: "Immediately send someone to investigate the origin of the person in the painting. I want to know who sent the person in the painting."
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"Could it... be Dazan who just left?" Jiaji guessed, "He is the only outsider who entered the house today."
Haibulu shook his head and sneered: "Do you think that a small leader of the Flying Bear tribe can have such abilities? If he could see the moon in the mirror, he would have become famous long ago. How could he wait until now to be promoted by Lao Qi?
And if it was really Dazan, he would have sent the person in the painting to deliver a message as soon as he left? Wouldn’t that be self-inflicted?”
Jiaji thought for a while and felt that what his king said was reasonable, so he ordered his subordinates to investigate the origin of the letter.
At this time, Haibulu suddenly reminded: "Don't leak out the fact that someone came to deliver the letter today. The person you sent to investigate the matter must be a trustworthy confidant! In addition, there was a rumor that Dazan had an affair with Dazan today.
You chatted happily, and there is no need to say much about the rest. Let others guess on their own. Although we cannot kill Dazan for the time being, it is still possible to put some eye drops between him and Lao Qi. It is best to make him and Lao Qi
The old and the seventh are suspicious of each other, and the dog bites the dog."
Jiaji bowed and responded: "Your Majesty is wise, I will do it right now."
He then left with his dead soldiers.
After all these people left, Haibulu took out the letter again.
The letter was written in an invisible font and contained two simple lines:
"There was something fishy about the death of the late king."