When Count Wenyuan heard this, he frowned, "Is it reliable or not? How strong can a poison user be? People nowadays are so heaven-defying, how can he do it? And even if the other party is poisoned, he can use his own strength to expel the poison and even change his body. "
He obviously didn't believe that there were poison experts. It could even be said that he didn't believe in anyone who used poison.
Count Yu Ye killed his trusted aide, Xiao Jiu.
Xiao Jiu was actually his illegitimate son, otherwise, he wouldn't be so angry.
So he also wanted to kill Xiao San to take revenge.
Of course, he would wait for the right time. It would be best if Count Yu Ye died before he made his move. Otherwise, he was worried that Count Yu Ye would shed all pretense of cordiality.
If Count Yu Ye wanted to deal with him at all costs, it would be troublesome.
"Sir, this poison user is different from other poison users. He is called Blood Poison Ancestor." The subordinate said very respectfully.
"Tell me, what's the difference?" Count Wenyuan Asked.
"He is a disaster wherever he goes. When our people first saw him, they found that he had destroyed an entire town. Not a single blade of grass grew. Later on, he was chased by some experts. We thought that he was going to die this time, but those experts were killed by him one after another. Maybe he can't compare to those top experts in a frontal attack, but if he targets them, those top experts will die." The subordinate said very confidently.
Obviously, he had seen Blood Demon Ancestor's ability.
"Since you say that he is so powerful, then bring him here. Let me see his ability first." Count Wenyuan was obviously a little tempted, but he still wanted to see it for himself. There couldn't be any mistakes.
He was determined to succeed this time, so he couldn't allow any mistakes. Right now, he wanted Xiao San to die.
"Yes, sir!" The subordinate said.
Just as the subordinate was about to walk out, another subordinate hurriedly rushed over, "Greetings, Count, Head."
"What's the matter? Why are you in such a hurry?" The head Asked.
"Head, that Blood Poison Ancestor went crazy outside and killed thousands of people. He even killed the guards. You should go and take care of it. Otherwise, who knows how many people will die." The subordinate hurriedly said.
Oh?
Count Wenyuan's eyes lit up.
"Sir, I'll go and take care of it first," the leader said.
"Remember, don't let anyone know that I brought him back." Count Wenyuan said. He was clearly a little tempted after hearing those words. However, he couldn't let anyone know that the Blood Poison Ancestor had come to his place. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to explain himself to Master Long and the Marquis after killing Little Three.
Just like Marquis Long at the banquet, the reason why he ordered people to beat up Mistress was to remind Count Yu Ye, and also to teach Mistress a lesson.
His meaning was simple.
Even if he didn't have any evidence, he could still kill Xiao San.
This was also a method.
Marquis Master Long was their boss, so he naturally had to intimidate them and not let them act recklessly. Otherwise, if everyone acted recklessly, then his subordinates would be in chaos.
Of course.
As a boss, he wouldn't let his subordinates get along too well.
Otherwise, all their attention will be on you, the boss.
This was the Dao of a monarch.
Never let your subordinates be the boss.
Count Yu Ye's manor.
"Master." Count Yu anxiously looked at the dying man in front of him.
"If I die, take care of Little Three for me. Make sure he's safe. If there's a chance, let him get more benefits. If there's no chance, let him leave the central region and hide as far away as possible." Count Yu Ye's voice was hoarse as he said.
"Don't worry, Master. I will protect Little Three," Count Yu hurriedly said.
"I can't hold on much longer. What else is there to save my life? Hurry up and take it out. I want to live for a few more days. I have to live until Little Three goes to the city to absorb power." Count Yu Ye gritted his teeth and said.
Actually, death was a release for him, but he held on. He didn't want to die. He didn't want to die for himself, but for Little Three.
"Master, let yourself go." Count Yu's heart ached.
"No, I only have one descendant. If I die, how am I going to face my ancestors?" Count Yu Ye clenched his fists and looked at the ceiling, "I don't have a second chance in my life. I hope that my son will be a famous person in the future. He will definitely do it."
"Little Three Young Master will definitely do it." Tears flowed down Count Yu's eyes.
"Have you prepared the people you want to kill?" Count Yu Ye Asked.
"It's ready. I've prepared 30,000 men of sacrifice. They can all die for Young Master Xiao San. When Young Master Xiao San comes back from the devouring, if he doesn't succeed, these people will protect Young Master Xiao San and quickly leave the central region. In order to make it easier for him to leave, I've hidden many people. When the time comes, they'll kill 300,000 people and create chaos. That way, Young Master Xiao San can take the chance to leave." Uncle Yu said flatly.
"Spend money and find more people. Anyway, I am going to die. If I die, the money will have nothing to do with me. I can't give it to Little Three. Continue to spend money to find people. Kill a million people. Go to the small city and continue to kill. Kill! We have to create chaos around here. Only then can Little Three leave safely," Count Yu Ye said.
In his eyes, only his illegitimate son's life was important. Other people's lives were worthless.
He was using the lives of millions of people to exchange for his illegitimate son's safety.
"Yes, I will ask someone to arrange it," Count Yu said.
"By the way, Count Wenyuan and Master Hou's men will definitely come to visit me every day for the next two days. They say they're here to visit me, but in fact, they're here to see if I'm dead or not. When these people come, block me outside and tell them that I'm not feeling well these days and that I'm afraid I won't be able to live past a month. If I'm dead, pretend that I'm sitting in the courtyard and block all visitors. Don't hold a funeral and don't cry."
"I understand." Count Yu Ye naturally understood what Count Yu Ye meant. He was worried that if he died, Master Hou and Count Wen Yuan would attack.
If he said that he was fine, no one would believe him. So, he could only say that he was getting worse and worse.
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