Wei Yong holds a scroll of bamboo slips in his left hand and lightly holds a writing brush in his right hand.
It's just that when his old eyes looked at the figure that appeared in front of him, they gradually became frightened and his face was distorted.
"Bata...!"
The bamboo slips and writing brush in his hands fell powerlessly to the wooden table.
"You, you... how can you still be alive?" Wei Yong looked at Si Yuan, and he was extremely horrified: "Where is she? Could it be... you have killed her?"
"Guessed it right, but unfortunately there is no reward."
Si Yuan lowered his head slightly and bared his teeth at Wei Yong in a smile.
But his current appearance was in a dark place, coupled with the blood stained on his body and clothes.
It looks more and more ferocious and terrifying.
It's like a demon from hell has descended into the mortal world.
"Now, guess what, will I kill you?"
"No... don't kill me!" Wei Yong's face gradually became frightened: "I am Wei Guo Da Sikong. If you kill me, you won't be able to leave Daliang City alive."
"I'm still useful. I can help you with many things."
"It can also help you resolve the hidden danger of double pupils..."
"I have given you a chance to cooperate, but you didn't take it yourself." Si Yuan looked down at Wei Yong, who was frightened in his eyes, and chuckled: "Without anyone to protect you, you are as fragile as an ant."
"I'm not the one who killed you."
"But...a snare!"
"No……!"
Si Yuan brazenly reached out his right hand and grasped Wei Yong's neck tightly.
Five fingers used gentle force to crush his throat. His old body instinctively twitched and struggled a few times.
It soon fell down without strength.
"Bata...!"
The fresh corpse fell and lay quietly on the cold ground.
Si Yuan looked at Wei Yong's body and kept thinking secretly: "Should I refine this old guy's body into a dead puppet that can be controlled by me?"
"The sound I made against those people just now was actually not very small. There is no guarantee that no one will hear it from a distance."
"If Wei Yong, the great Sikong, dies tonight, no one will doubt me."
"Although I intend to let the Luowang organization take the blame, Da Sikong's status is extraordinary after all and cannot be regarded by ordinary nobles."
Think carefully for a moment.
Si Yuan decided to let the Great Sikong Wei Yong "come to life" again.
Wait until the time is right before dying.
"Wei Yong, Wei Yong, why bother? Let's work together for once, okay?"
"Unfortunately, my master is too low-key and not suitable for..."
He summoned the furnace of life and death and opened the circular furnace cover.
Put Wei Yong's fresh corpse into the Yin Furnace, use your spiritual mind to select [Shape Seizing] to smelt, and then start it again.
"Buzz...!"
The small and exquisite furnace body trembled slightly.
A cold, dark and strange light spread quietly from the Yin furnace to the study. Si Yuan's face was expressionless, and he kept thinking quietly.
"I am not Wei Yong."
"Even if he uses the form-grabbing curse seal to control his body, words and deeds, temperament, daily habits, etc., he will definitely be different from the real Wei Yong."
"It doesn't matter if you face strangers."
"But if you face someone who is familiar with Wei Yong, your flaws will inevitably be exposed in a very short period of time. Wei Yong's identity as a dead puppet will not last long."
Just then.
The cold and strange light disappeared out of thin air.
Si Yuan stretched out his hand to open the furnace cover, took out Wei Yong's body that had been refined into a death puppet from the inside of the Yin furnace, and used the internal power of Xuan Bing to refine it.
While continuing to think about it just now.
"Since it won't last long..."
"Then within the limited time, I will try my best to obtain the greatest benefit I can for myself, and I will not let others notice too many abnormal situations."
"It must be resolved quickly."
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After a while.
Wei Yong, who was already dead, opened his eyes again.
He turned to look at Si Yuan, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, trying to imitate the real Wei Yong's smile, but quickly gave up decisively.
"The imitation is not realistic enough to fool people who are familiar with Wei Yong."
"Sure enough, it still doesn't work."
Si Yuan sighed helplessly.
He put away the furnace of life and death, turned around and left the study again, taking advantage of the dark night and quietly going away, like a ghost in the dark night.
Wei Yong's body, which had been controlled by part of Si Yuan's spiritual thoughts, sat quietly alone for a moment.
Suddenly he shouted loudly.
"Someone is coming!"
After a while, a servant hurried over and stood outside the study to ask respectfully.
"Excuse me, sir, what do you want me to do?"
"Execute immediately the cook who came to my study just now, and anyone else who comes into contact with him tonight."
"Don't let anything slip."
"I obey, little one!"
Afterwards, the servant quickly went away to convey the order of Grand Sikong Wei Yong.
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After leaving Da Sikong's mansion.
On the way back to his mansion, Si Yuan found a pond, dived directly into the water, and quickly washed away the blood stained on his body.
As for the bloody tattered clothes, he burned them on fire.
After washing away the blood stains on the body.
Si Yuan was just naked, taking advantage of the cover of night to quickly leave the place, return to his mansion, and get into bed.
Falling asleep beautifully.
One night passed by in a flash.
The next day, early morning.
Si Yuan had breakfast, dressed neatly, and then stayed in his study.
Wait patiently for any news from the dead puppet Wei Yong.
"I hope this plan can be completed smoothly..."
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The other side.
The dead puppet Wei Yong, served by a beautiful maid, put on his imperial robes.
But he did not go to morning court.
Instead, he ordered someone to summon the King of Wei and lied that he was ill and could not go to court.
And kept waiting patiently.
It was not until the early morning court time of Wei State passed that the dead puppet Wei Yong took the small jade bottle left by Si Yuan last night and got into the carriage prepared by the servant in advance.
"drive……!"
The special driver gently shook the horse's reins and drove the carriage out of Da Sikong's mansion.
Go straight to the Palace of Wei.
About a quarter of an hour later, the carriage arrived at the gate of Wei Palace.
The dead puppet Wei Yong got off the carriage, with an expressionless face and calm eyes, and walked slowly and unhurriedly towards the interior of the Wei Palace.
Climb up the stairs and see the palace attendant.
Immediately he gave an instruction: "I have urgent matters to meet with the king, please go and tell the story."
"yes!"
"Please wait a moment, Da Sikong."
The chamberlain responded with a respectful salute to Wei Yong.
Then he turned around and headed towards where King Wei Anli was at this moment, but there was some confusion in his heart.
"Why does Da Sikong speak so differently today than usual?"
"How strange!"
Although he was confused, he didn't dare to say anything openly.
He couldn't afford to offend Da Sikong.
The servant walked all the way to a back garden inside the Wei Palace, lowering his head slightly and not looking at the King of Wei who was teasing the beauty.
"Reporting to your Majesty, Da Sikong asks for an audience."
"Said there is something urgent that needs to be reported to the king."