"Where is Lord Zhu going to send the villain?" The handsome youngster named Li An asked.
"What's your name?" Zhu Yuren looked at Li An and asked.
"Student Li An." Li An was nervous. He thought that Lord Zhu's eyes were so sharp. Was it because he asked too many questions and showed too much enthusiasm that Zhu Yuren was concerned about him?
"Li An?" Zhu Yuren repeated the name. "Where are you studying?"
"At the Lakeside School. Teacher and student, Mr. Meng Deyu. "Li An couldn't help straightening his back and replied. This was a decision he had made subconsciously, as if this could prove his innocence even more. However, in the eyes of an old official like Zhu Yuren, his actions made him look like he was guilty.
"Send my regards to Mr. Meng." Zhu Yuren said aloud. He knew about the Lakeside School and Meng Deyu, but he didn't know who this Li An was.
However, if everything he said was true, he could ask someone to inquire about it later. Where there's life, there's hope.
For an old friend, for a benefactor, he, Zhu Yuren, was willing to be a sword in the hands of others. However, he had to find out who was behind all of this.
"Yes. I will definitely send Lord Zhu's regards. "Li An said respectfully.
"I'm going to send this villain to the Yan residence and hand him over to General Yan Bolai." Zhu Yuren said with a smile: "I'm a civil official. Apart from being able to write a few characters with a raise of my wrist, I don't have the ability to take care of a criminal like Red Boy. It's better to hand him over to General Yan. I think he will be able to guard this person tightly and not give anyone a chance to kill him. "
"Lord Zhu is right." Li An praised. "Although Lord Zhu is a civil official, he is loyal and courageous. He is a model for us scholars. Today, I will accompany Lord Zhu to send this villain to the Yan residence. If anyone intercepts and wants to kill him, I, Li An, will stand in front of Lord Zhu with my body. "
"Yes, we will go with Lord Zhu..."
"Whoever dares to hurt Lord Zhu will have to step over my dead body..."
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Li An's performance made Zhu Yuren even more certain that he was a shill sent by the person behind the scenes.
However, things were developing in the direction he wanted. He would gladly accept it.
Zhu Yuren pondered for a moment and then waved his hand. "We're all iron-blooded men of the empire. Let's go together."
"Let's go, let's go!" Countless people shouted.
A group of people escorted Zhu Yuren and Red Boy, the bandit of the West Sea, who was tied up, toward the Yan Manor.
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"What?" The brush in Yan Bolai's hand paused, leaving an ugly ink scar on the paper. "Hong Hai 'er was transferred?"
"Yes. Red Boy has been transferred, and Zhu Yuren is bringing him to our Yan Residence … "The young clerk at the table said aloud. He was Yan Bolai's trusted subordinate who had been brought back from Jiangnan, and had set up many spies in Tiandu for him. What happened in front of the Zhu Residence naturally could not be hidden from these spies, so he rushed back at the first moment, just to let his master be mentally prepared.
"Zhu Yuren is just a civil official, how could he catch Hong Hai 'er? Hong Hai 'er moves unhindered in the West Sea, and is protected by the Evil Dragon Island. Back then our Yan family also sent people to look for him, but in the end they all suffered a great loss — — How could Zhu Yuren catch him? "Yan Bolai looked incredulous.
"Lord, it is said that Hong Hai 'er fell from the sky — —" The young clerk whispered. He was worried that Yan Bolai would not believe it, and he himself also did not believe it. "It was Lord Zhu who said it himself. He said it in front of countless students. "
"You said he was going to send someone to me?"
"Yes. It is indeed coming from the direction of our Yan Residence, and there are many West Wind students and countless people of Tiandu who came to watch the excitement — — "
Yan Bolai's face was extremely gloomy. "Zhu Yuren is simply a poisonous snake. He usually hides himself very deeply and is kind to people. Once he puts his life on the line, he really can do anything. He was worried that the Song clan would kill him, and worried that our Yan Residence would refuse to accept him, so he deliberately made a big fuss — — In this way, the Song clan would be afraid to take action, and our Yan family can only comply with the public opinion and value Hong Hai 'er. It's really despicable and shameless. "
"Lord, what should we do now?"
"What should we do?" Yan Bolai's eyes narrowed like a thin needle. "Since he has sent them here, we should just follow their wishes and take them in. Anyway, it doesn't matter if they lock up one or two … He has even found such a good excuse for us. In this way, even if the Song enterprise wants to find trouble with us, they won't be able to find an excuse. Under such circumstances, isn't the Song clan unable to do anything? If they have the ability then kill him on the street — — just like they ambushed the little dragon back then — — "
"They would do such a stupid thing?" The clerk looked surprised.
After a long silence, Yan Bolai slowly said, "I hope they would do such a stupid thing."
Before his voice faded away, there was already a clamor at the entrance of the Yan residence.
Yan Bolai knew that Zhu Yuren had already sent the West Sea bandit Hong Hai 'er to the door.
He glared at the clerk fiercely, and the clerk only felt a little refreshed, because he knew that the master was very dissatisfied with his reaction speed. It was really a dereliction of duty to send the news when Hong Hai 'er was almost at the door of the mansion.
However, Chang 'an Avenue was only so long, and these officials all lived on the same street, so it didn't take long. His people also had to find out the cause and effect of the matter before they could report to him, and he had to control the progress of the matter in his heart …
The clerk bowed to express his deep apology.
Yan Bolai snorted coldly, dropped the writing brush in his hand, and walked towards the door.
Since they sent the "goods" here, he had to come out to express his "gratitude."
* * *
"What?" Song Yu cried out in surprise, and even the soup bowl in his hand fell to the ground. He was not in the mood to eat in the old house of the Song family, and later the plan of the old master made him feel confident. After returning, he felt hungry and wanted to go to work after eating. However, he didn't even drink two mouthfuls of soup before he heard such bad news.
Yes, the arrest of Hong Hai 'er was bad news for him.
"General, that Hong Hai 'er, was really caught …" Song Fuxiao's expression was also extremely ugly. He knew what Red Hai 'er's arrest meant to the general. "I didn't believe it at first, thinking that Hong Hai 'er was far away in the West Sea, and there was no lack of arrogant soldiers under his command, how could he be caught? Besides, Zhu Yuren is a weak scholar, how could he catch Hong Hai 'er? What I didn't expect was that when I went to Chang 'an Avenue, the person they tied up and paraded on the street was indeed Hong Hai' er … General and I have met Hong Hai 'er, and he left a deep impression on me. "
"Damn it." Song Yu said fiercely. "Hong Hai 'er, that idiot, could still be found hiding in the West Sea. If I had known this, I would have killed him the last time. "
"General, even so, but in the end, Hong Hai 'er and we are still in the same boat … If Hong Hai' er falls into the hands of Yan Bolai, I'm afraid that General's situation will be extremely dangerous. We need to come up with a countermeasure as soon as possible. "
"What other countermeasure can there be?" Song Yu's pupils turned blood red, and he shouted aloud, "Of course, we have to find a way to kill him. Only in this way can we make him shut up. "
"If we kill him, won't people think …" Song Fuxiao wanted to say something but stopped. He knew this General's violent temper. Even if he was his number one confidant, there were some things he didn't dare to say directly. Inside and outside the Iron Gate Pass, Song Yu was given the nickname 'White-haired Demon King'. His hair was white, but his heart was black. And he was ruthless. He not only killed the enemy, but also his own people.
Therefore, the entire Iron Gate Pass was his word, and no one dared to disobey every word he said or every order he gave.
"Won't what? Fuxiao, do you still need to hide things between us at this time? "Song Yu shouted angrily.
"If we go and kill that Hong Hai 'er, won't the world think … General has a guilty conscience?"
"What do you think? We can't kill him, and we can't keep him … What do you think we should do? "
Song Fuxiao also had a difficult expression.
This time, the situation had forced him to this point, and he didn't know what to do.
Song Yu also knew that the situation was extremely delicate.
First, the old thing Zhu Yuren reversed the verdict in the court and put Song Yu on the fire to roast. He splashed the court with his own blood, making everyone believe that he was loyal and upright … Making people feel that what he said was true, and that he would never deliberately frame others.
After all, Song Yu was a general with military power and a core figure of the Song family. Did he have nothing better to do than to do such a thing? That was the risk of being beheaded.
Later, he said that he had a witness in his hand and sent it to the Yan family, who were at odds with the Song family.
At this time, there was a hubbub of voices, and the people of Tiandu were talking about it. Everyone knew that as long as the murderer Red Hai 'er was found, General Song Yu could be convicted.
Now they really found Red Hai 'er.
Killing him was the best way.
It was also the only way.
However, the Song family regarded itself as a scholarly family, and they cherished their reputation the most.
If he sent someone to kill Red Hai 'er, everyone in the world would think that it was the Song family who did it.
At that time, the reputation of the Song family that had been maintained for thousands of years would collapse, and the image of mountains and stars in the hearts of students would also collapse.
Was this what the old immortal wanted to see?
"Could it be that I have to sacrifice myself …" Song Yu thought to himself. "No, absolutely not. Alive, he had to live. If he dies, then there will be nothing left. "
"Red Hai 'er must die." Song Yu said coldly. "Either he dies or I die."
"But what about the old immortal?"
"I can't care so much. When the time comes, there will be no proof. Even if the old immortal gets angry, I will not admit it … Red Hai 'er has killed countless people. Who knows which enemy killed him? It's better to make him speechless than to let him talk nonsense. That way, it will have less impact on the Song family. "
A fierce light appeared in Song Fuxiao's eyes and he said, "Then kill Red Hai 'er."
Song Yu looked at Song Fuxiao and said, "Fuxiao, you and I are like brothers, and you are also the person I trust the most. And you are also the most capable person by my side. So, I can only ask you to do this … If I do it myself, it will not end well if I reveal any flaws. "
"Fuxiao will do it." Song Fuxiao cupped his hands and said.
Song Yu patted Song Fuxiao's shoulder and said, "Yu's life is in my hands. I will wait for your triumphant return. "
"Yes, general." Song Fuxiao bowed and said. "I will not let you down."
"When Red Hai 'er dies, it will be the day Zhu Yuren betrays the country. Let's work together and set off together. "
"Yes, general." General. "Song Fuxiao bowed deeply, turned around and walked out.
"Zhu Yuren … Red Hai 'er … and Li Muyang …" Song Yu clenched his fists and energy surged all over his body. His clothes puffed up and the jade crown on his head shattered into powder. His white hair fluttered in the wind. "I will let you all die a horrible death."
At this moment, the god of death descended.
* * *
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Yan Mansion. Dungeon.
Ever since Zhu Yuren sent Li Wenjin, the only survivor of the Li Clan, to the Yan Mansion, Yan Bolai put him in the dungeon of the Yan Mansion.
Because in the entire Yan Mansion, except for the secret room where Old Master Yan discussed important matters with several core members of the family and the treasure room of the Yan Mansion, the dungeon was the most secure place. It was easy to guard and difficult to enter.
The secret room and the treasure room were naturally inconvenient for outsiders to enter, so the dungeon was the only choice. As for whether Li Wenjin was going to commit this crime … who would care?
As long as they could protect him from being silenced, the Yan Family's mission would be completed.
Of course, Red Hai 'er was a notorious wanted criminal of the imperial court, so he had to be thrown into the dungeon.
Originally, Li Wenjin's life was not bad. Although he lived in the dark dungeon, the Yan Family treated him well. He had a blanket to sleep on, food to eat and a pot of good wine every day.
However, when Red Hai 'er came in, Li Wenjin's good days came to an end.
When he saw Red Hai 'er being sent to the dungeon by the soldiers of the Yan Mansion, his eyes were bloodshot and murderous.
How many days and nights, how many times he cursed in front of Red Hai 'er's portrait. He wanted to eat his flesh when he was alive and drink his blood when he was dead.
He must take revenge for the hundreds of lives of the Li Clan in this life.
Unexpectedly, the enemy of the massacre was right in front of him.
"Red Hai 'er … You are Red Hai' er …" Li Wenjin knelt in front of the dungeon door, pointed at Red Hai 'er and roared.
Red Hai 'er looked at him coldly and asked, "Who are you?"
"I am Li Wenjin. I am a man of the Li Clan that was massacred by you … Red Hai 'er, I must kill you, I must kill you … "
Red Hai 'er's eyes flashed red and he said coldly, "Just you?"
He was even unwilling to talk to Li Wenjin anymore. Under the escort of the guards, he quickly walked towards the dungeon.
"Red Hai 'er … Red Hai' er … I must kill you, I must kill you, I want to eat your flesh, I want to drink your blood, I want to take revenge for my Li Clan …"
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In the dark of the night, a dark figure appeared in the dungeon without anyone noticing.
The dark figure dashed forward like a fish. He swept past Li Wenjin's cell and the cell of a death row prisoner. Soon, he stopped in front of the deepest dungeon.
He looked at the heavily bound prisoner who was lying on the ground resting. With a light tap of his finger, the huge copper lock was broken by him.
He held a long sword and quickly slashed at the head of the prisoner on the ground.
Crack …
Blood splattered and the head rolled to the side.
Clang …
The dark figure sheathed his sword and was about to leave when he realized something was wrong with the head …
It was not the head of a living person. It was the head of a dead person.
In other words, the person was already dead before he struck.
"I've fallen into a trap," the dark figure whispered and was about to break out of the dungeon.
Crack crack crack …
Countless torches were lit in the dungeon. There were huge luminous pearls embedded on the stone walls at the top. The entire dungeon was as bright as day.
"Song Fuxiao, since you've come to the Yan Residence, why are you in such a hurry to leave?" On the long stairs, at the entrance of the dungeon, a group of people were casually walking towards them.
The leader was Yan Bolai, who was in charge of watching over the prisoners. Beside him was Yan Wuxia, who had the highest cultivation but never cared about the affairs of the Yan Residence.
Yan Wuxia looked at the dark figure trapped in the depths of the dungeon and a mocking smile appeared on his lips.
Behind Yan Wuxia were the elite guards of the Yan Residence and hundreds of archers. They surrounded the entrance of the dungeon tightly.
A trace of despair flashed through the dark figure's eyes. He tore off the black veil on his face. It was indeed the "shadow" Song Fuxiao. Song Fuxiao's eyes were cold. He stared at Yan Bolai and shouted, "Yan Bolai, do you really want to fight the Song Family to the death? Why must you kill our General Song Yu? "
"Song Fuxiao, it's not that we want to fight the Song Family to the death, nor do we want to kill your general … It's that you want to put the Yan Family in an unjust place. If we let you kill both Red Boy and Li Wenjin, how can the Yan Family explain to His Majesty? How can we explain to the people of the world? "
"Besides, the Yan Residence has set up an inescapable net to catch a turtle in a jar. Who would know that this turtle is you, Song Fuxiao? "
"Leave a line in life, and it will be easier to meet in the future. You should know that if you force me, Song Fuxiao, to stay here today, you will become a sworn enemy of the Song Family — — Today's matter will end here. I will leave here, and you will pretend that you have never seen me, Song Fuxiao. How about that? "
"Hahaha — —" Yan Bolai burst into wild laughter. "Song Fuxiao, what a big joke. When you almost killed my son Xiangma, did you ever think about leaving a line in life, and it will be easier to meet in the future? You did not show mercy that day, how can you meet the Yan Family today? "
"You should know that I did not kill Yan Xiangma — — If I wanted to kill someone, would the idiots of the Monitoring Division be able to take him away from me?"
"That's reasonable. Since you said so, then let us also seriously injure you — — just like my son Xiangma. If you can leave alive, then your luck is against the heavens, the Yan family will not stop you — — "
"Excuse me." Song Fuxiao thundered, charging towards the entrance of the dungeon with a long sword in his hand.
"You overestimate yourself." Yan Wuxia snorted coldly, stretching out the robe inside his sleeve, and slammed it towards Song Fuxiao.
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Zhu Yuren was dead!
Li Wenjin was identified!
Red Boy was caught!
Song Fuxiao's assassination — — failed!
One by one, one by one, he nailed the insufferably arrogant General Song Yu, who commanded hundreds of thousands of troops, to the pillar of shame.
When the news that Song Fuxiao had broken into the prison of the Yan residence to silence people spread, the whole Tiandu was in an uproar.
This time, even an idiot knew that Song Yu and Red Boy had an inextricable cooperative relationship. And the extermination of the Li clan, and even several cases of political enemies being killed by Red Boy, were all instigated by Song Yu.
Song Yu, in order to eliminate his own crimes, but also in order to eradicate his competitors in the army, did not hesitate to use Red Boy, the trump card, to kill them and their families again and again. The cruelty of his means was outrageous.
Song Yu was a murderer, this was the consensus of the people of Tiandu.
Even without a trial, everyone had already come to this conclusion.
The emotions of the people had erupted, countless people were discussing this matter openly and secretly, condemning Song Yu's evil behaviour.
Even the Song Clan behind him would be implicated in this.
Everyone would have such a question in their mind: Song Yu had committed so many murders, could it be that Old immortal Song, who was known as the 'Eye of the Starry Sky' by the people of West Wind, did not know anything?
Song Yu had fled.
When he did not wait for Song Fuxiao's return, he knew that the matter had been exposed, and at the first instant he took his trusted troops, the black armoured guards, and fled outside the city.
He was going back to the Iron Gate Pass, which was his territory.
He was the king there.
As long as he returned to the Iron Gate Pass, he would have the foundation to protect his life, and anyone who wanted to kill him would have to consider the backlash of hundreds of thousands of troops.
It was Old immortal — —
Thinking of Old immortal, Song Yu's scalp went numb.
If Old immortal knew about this, he would certainly fly into a rage, right?
Thinking of this, he once again urged the hummingbird beneath him.
As long as he could quickly fly to the Iron Gate Pass, he could really be at ease.
Whoosh — —
In the clouds ahead, a black figure appeared.
Song Yu's eyelids twitched, and then he turned around and fled into the distance.
"Song Yu — —" The old man stood in the clouds, letting out a soft sigh.
Hearing the old man's voice, Song Yu's frantically fleeing body suddenly stopped.
He hesitated for a moment, and then urged the hummingbird back to the old man.
"Father — —" Song Yu dared not look Old immortal in the eye.
"If you're wrong you have to admit it, you can't run away." Old immortal sighed. "If you run away, you will never be able to clear your name."
"Father is right." Song Yu said in a low voice.
"You don't have to go to the Iron Gate Pass." Old immortal said. "Do you have a candidate to take over?"
"Murong Jiaxi is both brave and intelligent, and is also my trusted aide. He can be put in an important position."
"Well, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?"
"No."
"That's good." Old immortal nodded and said, "You and I have been father and son for a long time. I'm here to see you off, and also to see you off for the last time … Take care of yourself in the future."
With that, Old immortal turned around and flew in the direction of the Tiandu City like a cloud.
"Father — —" Song Yu cried out in sorrow, and slapped the top of his head with his palm.
An ambitious and ruthless man of his generation died just like that.
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