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Chapter 446 Assassination

Song Shisan said that the higher the position, the more intent on deceiving the world, and the more proud and complacent they will be. The greater the deception, the greater the sense of accomplishment.

From following Wanyulou to Chen Weiwei, he felt that he had realized a truth.

What is the attitude of people like Chen Weiwei and Wan Yulou when they speak?

Yes...you have to listen to what I say, and you have to believe what I say.

And what is the attitude of the working people and ordinary people when they speak?

Yes...please believe me.

If you don't listen to the former, that's fine, I don't care about you anyway. If you don't listen to the latter, then how about I kneel down and beg you?

Chen Weiwei is not as good as Wanyu Tower now, but Song Shisan saw something in Chen Weiwei that Wanyu Tower did not have.

That is desire like wildly growing weeds, and the desire of Wanyu Tower is like withered grass hoping not to be burned by wildfire.

Quite interesting.

So Song Shisan felt that his heart also became itchy, maybe, what that guy Chen Weiwei said came true.

For many days in a row, Song Shisan did not make any big plans.

He kept experimenting, using living people, rotten things, captured rats, and every other method he could think of.

Of course he won't end up personally, and he doesn't want to die.

About seven or eight days later, Song Shisan found Chen Weiwei.

He only said one thing...you can try it.

Chen Weiwei asked him: "If it succeeds, how many people will die."

Song Shisan replied that if it succeeded, the Beiye Army might feel that there was no need to hold on to Liyang City.

Chen Weiwei asked again: "Can you guarantee that only you and I will know about this matter?"

Song Shisan said: "Then I'll kill it until only you and me know about it, wouldn't it be good?"

As a result, everyone who knew about it was killed.

That night, Song Shisan arranged for people to throw the rotting corpses of those who died of illness into the city's water source.

The corpses were thrown into wells, rivers, any place where drinking water could be obtained, and not just water sources, but all places that were conducive to the spread of the disease.

Then, he killed all the people responsible for throwing the corpse, leaving no one behind.

After the killing, he and Chen Weiwei left Liyang City. With their strength, they didn't have to go through the city gate.

As for the other Shangyang Beizong disciples in the city, they don't care.

After leaving the city, they chose a small village more than ten miles outside the city and rented a courtyard to live.

Every night, Song Shisan would go out and try to find a way to enter Liyang City to see if there was any progress in his carefully planned matter.

For several nights in a row, Song Shisan was not happy after returning, and even began to doubt the feasibility of his plan.

Chen Weiwei even tried to persuade him a few words, saying that if it didn't work this time, there would be a next time, and if it didn't work next time, there would be other ways.

The child who came out of the Yan Family Martial Arts School and was taught by Shangyang Palace is no longer there.

Now Chen Weiwei has only one goal in his eyes, to become a master.

He doesn't want to be used by anyone anymore. Even someone as strong as Yan Beisheng will be used by others, so people like him understand the consequences of being used.

On the night of the sixth day, when Song Shisan came back, his face was filled with joy, and there was no concealed joy.

"It's not impossible. It turns out that people didn't think it would be an epidemic at all."

Song Shisan smiled and said: "For those who died at first, their relatives and friends all thought they died of a sudden illness."

"After entering the city tonight, the disciples in the city said that recently there have been more and more people wearing sackcloth and mourning in Liyang City."

He looked at Chen Weiwei: "I want to drink a glass of wine now. This feeling is really fascinating."

Chen Weiwei felt a little distressed, feeling that the people in the city were really pitiful.

But soon, this distress was replaced by joy at the thought that his plan might succeed.

"The next thing is to wait and see."

Song Shisan said: "If we are lucky, maybe Liyang City will become a ghost town in half a month."

Chen gave a slight hum, and then said: "No matter when it comes, this matter must not be leaked."

Song Shisan looked at Chen Weiwei as if he were a child: "If the relationship between you and me can still coexist in the future, it means that the interests are too involved. If there is not such a big involvement, you will kill me sooner or later.

Or I will kill you sooner or later, so your attitude now is as if you and I are brothers, so why bother."

Chen nodded slightly: "You are right."

Song Shisan said: "So you and I should try our best to fight for each other. No one can live without the other in the future, so as not to be too wary of each other."

After finishing speaking, he stood up: "I'd better go back to the city and keep an eye on you. I won't come back to see you in the next few days."

Chen nodded slightly and sent him out.

A few days later, Song Shisan came back again, but this time, his face was not as good-looking as the previous few days.

"This Yuan Qing is a decisive and ruthless person."

Song Shisan said: "He sent troops to transport all the people who were infected with the disease in the city. He said they would bring them back to the camp for treatment, but he killed them all and then burned the bodies in a fire."

"Kill every one you find. In the past few days, there have been fewer and fewer sick people in the city. I'm afraid this strategy won't work."

Chen thought for a moment, then suddenly smiled. He looked at Song Shisan and said, "But the opportunity has also come."

Song Shisan smiled: "Yes."

He said: "That's why I'm not so dissatisfied. Yuan Qingze must have guessed that our people have all evacuated from the city. He is running around everywhere and is not as heavily guarded as before."

Song Shisan said: "I have to go back to the city. Before I come back, I have told your people to look for an opportunity to attack."

Chen hummed slightly: "You should be more careful, after all, you and I can still help each other."

Song Shisan laughed and turned around.

That night, after midnight.

Yuan Qingze had been busy all day and could breathe a little easier. The plague that suddenly appeared in the city was of course caused by the so-called Shangyang Beizong. After many days of continuous treatment, it was finally under control.

The people from Shangyang Beizong acted so ruthlessly and viciously. If it was said that people from Shangyang Palace were really behind the scenes, Yuan Qing would not believe it.

Even if this is the only way, the people in Shangyang Palace will not use it.

He came out of the granary and looked at the street. It was empty. The wind blew, which made people feel chilly.

"General, are you going back home?"

His personal soldier Duan Ling asked.

"Return."

Yuan Qing then ordered: "Go find a carriage. I'm tired and don't want to ride a horse."

Duan Ling quickly ordered to go down, and soon the soldiers drove a carriage over.

Duan Ling rode beside the car and looked at Yuan Qingze in the car: "General, if you catch those people, they should be cut into pieces."

Yuan Qing said: "Most of them have left the city and will not stay in the city to wait for death, but...sooner or later we will catch them all and chop them up."

Just as Duan Ling was about to speak, the cavalry in front suddenly shouted: "Who is it?"

Several cavalrymen urged their horses forward. The two men pushing the wooden cart in front looked back, didn't even want the cart, and ran away quickly.

When he got closer, Duan Ling was startled. There was a corpse being pushed on the trolley. He had obviously died of illness.

Probably someone in that family didn't want to be known when he was sick, so he hid at home all the time, lacked medical treatment, and ultimately failed to survive.

They probably wanted to come out late at night and bury the person. During the day, the Beiye Army was so strict in their investigation that they absolutely did not dare to come out.

Duan Ling immediately covered his mouth and nose: "Go find some dry firewood and burn the car together."

"yes!"

The men hurriedly ran out and collected firewood nearby.

Duan Ling turned around and said: "General, please go first, this body is not clean."

Yuan Qingze hummed and waved his hand: "Let's go first."

The soldier driving the carriage responded, whipped his whip, and urged the horse forward.

At this moment, the soldiers holding firewood suddenly screamed in agony, and several flying machines spun past, killing those people.

Duan Ling immediately shouted, then urged his horse to rush towards the carriage to protect Yuan Qingze.

On the wooden wheeled cart, the originally lifeless dead man opened his eyes, threw out the short knife in his hand, and directly penetrated Duan Ling's heart.

The person who pretended to be dead was none other than Han Hansheng.

Although he had learned a lot and practiced the fake Shangyang Palace Kung Fu, he learned the Qi-holding technique by accident.

When he was pretending to be dead, his body was stiff, he was not breathing, and his heartbeat was extremely slow and difficult to detect.

After flying up, Han Hansheng swung his hands forward, and a dozen flying knives arrived at the carriage in an instant, directly punching through the carriage.

Yuan Qing stepped through the bottom of the cart with all his strength, and the man fell under the cart. The soldier who was driving the cart was killed by a flying knife.

"Damn."

Yuan Qing frowned and muttered to himself. With a long knife in his hand, he rolled out from under the car and swept the wheel with his kick. The wheel quickly hit Han Hansheng.

Han Hansheng smashed the wheel with one palm, clapped his hands together, and two flying machines rolled towards Yuan Qingze, one from the left and the other from the right.

Yuan Qing swept across with his sword, the sword glowed fiercely, smashing the flying weapon into pieces, breaking both weapons with one blow.

"life for a life!"

He stepped forward and swung out his sword again. The sword was almost ten feet long, completely beyond Han Hansheng's expectation.

He immediately retreated, a little too late, and a cut was made in his chest by the sword.

In pain, he slowed down his movements by half a minute, but Yuan Qingze caught up with him and cut off Han Hansheng's neck with a knife, causing his head to fly up.

He stepped back and cut down all the assassins one by one. These masters were vulnerable to him.

His swordsmanship in the army is extremely advanced, and his swords are extremely sharp. How can these assassins be his match?

If he hadn't been careless before, so many of his soldiers would not have been killed.

The remaining soldiers carried the corpses of his comrades and placed them beside the car. Looking at these corpses, Yuan Qingze's face turned as cold as ice.

"Two of you, go back to the camp and bring carriages and horses, and bring back the bodies of our brothers."

He took two steps back, sat down on the collapsed car, and stabbed the ground with his long knife.

After leading the army for so many years, he has encountered countless dangers, but he has never been afraid, and the same is true today.

But I have never been so angry as today, and I wish I could chop all those people into pieces and feed them to the dogs.

He looked at the corpse in front of him with sad eyes.

Not long after, a group of people came over. They were all infantry. They should be soldiers patrolling the city after hearing the news.

Those people ran up to Yuan Qingze and saluted, and Yuan Qingze nodded without saying a word.

The captain at the head said: "General, why don't you go back to your home first, we will guard here."

Yuan Qing thought for a while, stood up, and then suddenly turned around and slashed the two soldiers who were close to him in half.

Then he grabbed the captain's neck and said, "You guys, how can you deceive me?"

The fake captain didn't expect to be found out so quickly, and it was too late to resist.

Yuan Qing stabbed the long knife on the ground, pinched the false captain's neck with one hand, and made a fist with the other hand: "You want to lie to me? Where did you get the courage?"

He punched the false captain in the face, smashing his face into pieces.

There was a pop.

A knife penetrated Yuan Qingze's heart.

Behind him, a corpse stood up quietly, and kept turning the knife behind him.

"It's really not easy to lie to you, but it's not impossible."

Song Shisan, who was pretending to be a corpse, sneered a few times, drew his knife and quickly escaped.


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