Summon Qunhao

Chapter 321 [Head Falls]

Bai Wumei was pacing back and forth in his military tent.

The storm has stopped for many days, the entire Yunyan County is calm, and the previous martial law has also been relaxed.

Because everyone knows that the storm is over.

The ghost has already landed, and has launched an offensive.

The target was directed at Gu Yue'an.

It's no secret that Gu Chang'an has been captured by the vampire who came ashore.

Moreover, the news that Gu Yue'an had set off to rescue her was known to most of the people.

Most people are worried.

Because after all, Gu Yue'an just beheaded the listener, and he saved all the people in the world.

So no one wants anything to happen to him.

But that was only the majority of people, and a small number of people hoped that Gu Yue'an would die in the hands of the vampire.

These people are Da Chen's officials. Naturally, they cannot hope to change the dynasty, otherwise, they will have nothing.

Bai Wumei is naturally one of these people.

However, he is still somewhat different from these people.

There are more things hidden in his heart, for example, he also wants the world, or for example, he knows more things.

The plan this time was entirely planned by him for the Ghost King. He also knew that Gu Yue'an appeared on the Weihe River the night before, but the ending was still unknown.

He was very anxious and kept walking up and down, even looking impatiently at the sky outside the tent.

This is rare, he has not been so impetuous for many years.

But also, there is no way, Gu Yue'an, to him, is really a nightmare in his heart.

Not only took away his sweetheart, but also gave him heavy blows many times, and even almost killed him several times, even if ten years have passed, these things cannot be forgotten.

That's why he tried so hard to come up with an idea this time.

Of course, part of the reason was that Gu Yue'an was indeed a stumbling block in his struggle for world hegemony.

If Gu Yue'an was around, his chances of gaining the world were really too small, even if he had actually buried so many hidden chess pieces, but as long as Gu Yue'an was around for a day, he would be nothing.

Therefore, Gu Yue'an must die.

After walking back and forth again, the sky was completely dark, and the wind was blowing from the sea, which was a bit strong, and a bit wet and cold. Tonight, it seemed that it was going to rain again.

Bai Wumei pinched the center of his brows fiercely, and shouted outside the tent: "Come here."

"Yes, my lord." A confidant immediately responded.

"Is there no news from Yongzhou? Press me again, no matter how much it costs, you must get me the latest news." Bai Wumei waved his hand irritably.

Although his martial arts has also advanced by leaps and bounds in the past ten years, and he has also been promoted to the realm of a master, he has not yet reached the realm of heaven and man that can penetrate heaven and earth, and he cannot know things thousands of miles away by perception. Original message dissemination.

Now the most accurate and fastest news must be by the emperor's side, because compared with Bai Wumei, the emperor should want Gu Yue'an to die immediately more than him.

The sky was getting darker, and a strong wind blew outside, making the entire Chinese military tent rattle.

In the next breath, the rain fell immediately and hit the military tent, making a sound almost like an arrow piercing a bag.

A lot of wind and rain.

Bai Wumei began to rub his brows again, a bad omen.

Nothing will happen.

It shouldn't be, everything is fine, everything is in plan, Gu Chang'an's capture almost heralds Gu Yue'an's downfall.

Could it be that the ghost king is so useless that he can't deal with Gu Yue'an?

Bai Wumei took a sip of the cold tea, and felt that all the bones in his body were cooling down inch by inch in this sip of tea.

Is it raining so cold tonight?

Just as he had this thought, he heard footsteps in his ears.

It was a kind of very vague footsteps that seemed to be completely covered by the sound of rain, but inexplicably, he could hear them clearly.

It was as if the sound of footsteps had merged with the sound of rain, so fitting and in sync.

Between heaven and earth, it seemed that for a moment, only the sound of footsteps remained.

Bai Wumei held his breath, holding the teacup tightly in his hand, not daring to put it down.

Because he had an inexplicable illusion, as if, as soon as he put down the teacup, he would die.

Time was infinitely stretched at that moment, and it seemed to be infinitely shortened.

I don't know how long it has passed, maybe it was a moment, maybe it was a long time.

Bai Wumei finally felt it.

Yes, a drop of rain fell.

A drop of rain falls.

"Tick-tock-"

It hit the tent, and it seemed like it hit, at that moment, Bai Wumei's heart.

He got up all of a sudden, like a ferocious beast out of the cage, about to rush out immediately.

But the next moment, he was interrupted.

"My lord! My lord!" The previous confidant suddenly returned.

This abrupt interruption made Bai Wumei spit out a mouthful of blood, almost spurting it out.

He threw the teacup in his hand on the ground, and said with a crisp sound, "What's wrong?"

The confidant didn't know that he usually only killed people secretly, and the manager Bai, who never got angry on the face, suddenly became so angry today, so he had to say cautiously: "There... there is news."

"What news?" Bai Wumei's eyes had never looked at his confidant.

He is still looking out.

in fact……

"That person..." The confidant carefully looked up at Bai Wumei again, and said, "He is not dead."

That person is not dead.

Gu Yuean did not die.

Bai Wumei already knew.

Of course he already knew.

Because, at this moment, that person is standing in front of him.

The man, out of the heavy rain, came.

The rain dripped down his body, and it also dripped down his knife.

"Tick-tock-"

Another drop of rain fell.

It turned out that it was not rain, but water, dripping from the knife.

So, in the next moment, will there be blood dripping from that knife?

"My lord..." The confidant raised his head anxiously, wanting to leave first.

But it was discovered that Bai Wumei's head had fallen to the ground at some point, and a white-haired man who came from nowhere was standing in front of Bai Wumei's head at this moment, with a knife in his hand, a knife On the ground, something was dripping down the edge of the knife.

I don't know if it's rain or blood.

"Boss Bai, we haven't seen each other for many years." The last thing he heard was that person's whisper.

That night, Bai Wumei, the commander of Cangpingwei in Yunyan County, Jiangzhou, and the general manager of Jiangzhou, gave the leadership in his central army tent.

On the same night, the heads of dozens of generals of the Great Chen Army fell to the ground.

By a knife that will drip rainwater one by one.

　Second more.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)