Dayong Nu sentenced to death

Su Rao's funeral is in full swing.

The coffin in the mourning hall contained only her clothes. According to the rules, the coffin was suspended for seven days, and then the funeral was buried and a tomb was erected.

For a few days, Kyoto was like boiling.

Wherever they went, words such as Su Rao, Su Fengyan, and Fu Shi were all around. Mu Furong accompanied Xiao San and the others to guard the spirit. Nan Jinse and Lu Wan heard the news and followed them silently for several days.

In the past few days, the eyeliner outside the palace has become more active.

Yan Yun was busy running between the two governments, calling people to Banyue Xiaozhu to help, everything was heavy and complicated.

Finally, on the sixth day and night of the stoppage.

A piece of news was sent back to the Fu family from Yuanzheng's palace, and Fu Haolin was overjoyed, mobilizing all the masters inside and outside the capital to gather together, ready to go.

The shadow stab came to report, "Girl, the fish is hooked."

Su Rao showed a smile, and quickly restored the Lugong lock that had been dismantled into parts, and put it back on the shelf, "Got it, go get busy."

Shadow Assassin didn't move.

She asked strangely, "Is there anything else?"

"Young Master, I asked my subordinates to tell you that the injury is not healed, so don't do anything with others. Chief Xichi and Shiba will be waiting in the dark."

Su Rao couldn't stop laughing, this man was obviously afraid of her 'following the public and disobeying the female'.

After finishing speaking, Shadow Thorn clasped his fists and withdrew.

She went back to the inner room and walked around, and when she came out again, she had already changed into a neat long skirt with narrow sleeves, and Yan Yun still had to attract the attention of the outside world in Banyue Xiaozhu, so that Fu would not be afraid and shrink back.

Tonight's matter has been planned for a long time, and there will never be any mistakes.

Night falls.

The royal capital was shrouded in darkness, and when the time came, Su Rao immediately set off for a house in the southwest of the city. This house was a private property owned by a jeweler, and it was the place where she stayed when she came to Beijing occasionally.

In fact, it is a dark prison where Han Sheng is imprisoned.

The defense was loose on the outside and tight on the inside. If it wasn't for the shadow spurs deliberately releasing water, Fu's eyeliner would not be able to find this place even after half a year.

Child hour just passed.

A small courtyard next to the house suddenly caught fire. The fire was so fierce that it directly burned through the courtyard wall, and smoke soared into the sky.

"Go away, go out!"

A scream tore through the sky.

The whole street suddenly became lively, and the common people rushed out with their clothes on, and rushed towards this place with buckets, frantically fighting the fire.

They didn't know that it was in the yard next to them.

A group of men in black took advantage of the chaos and rushed in, spattering blood with their knives. Their goal was very clear, leaving some people behind to stop the guards, and the rest went straight to the verandah of the small courtyard.

"Bang" sound.

The door was kicked open, and the killer rushed into the room, saw the old man whose hands and feet were bound with iron chains on the wall, brushed away his messy hair, and saw the bloody face.

After confirming his identity, he raised his knife and dropped it without hesitation.

Blood spattered across the sky.

The leader held the bloody head, turned around and broke out: "Quick retreat!"

The masters beside him protected him and rushed all the way.

"Catch them!"

As soon as the guards saw that man's head was red-eyed, they wanted to chase him, but they were frantically bitten by the killer who had long been determined to die. After they finished dealing with these people, they rushed out of the small courtyard.

The assassin had already mixed into the crowd who came to fight the fire, and his whereabouts were unknown.

The fire was extinguished, and the smell of burnt permeated the whole street.

Three private houses were burnt down. Fortunately, the response was timely and there were no casualties. The shadow stabbing who was in charge of guarding the house turned around and asked, "Have those houses been properly resettled?"

"Well, they've all moved to a new house."

"That's good, let the brothers deal with the injuries first."

In order to ensure the authenticity of the acting and avoid some physical pain, everyone started to clean up the mess.

The killers scattered among the crowd, divided into several groups and wandered around the city.

After confirming that there was no tail, one of them picked up a wooden box with a severed head in it, and limped over a courtyard wall.

Come outside the study.

"Ning San begs to see the master."

"come in."

There was a glimmer of light in the room, and when the door was pushed, the flames moved with the wind, dragging the shadows of the two people onto the wall, baring their teeth and claws like ghosts.

"How are things going?"

One person turned his back to him, leaned slightly, and placed his hands on his abdomen, looking very comfortable. Only by looking closer could he find that the backs of his folded hands were grasping hard, covered with blue veins.

"Ning San lived up to the entrustment and brought his head to the master."

The man raised the wooden box above his head, Fu Haolin sat up when he heard the words, and turned back to look at him, his eyes flashed a strange cold light in the dim vision.

He got up and walked around the desk, and with Ning San's support, he opened the box at once.

A bloody human head appeared in front of his eyes.

The deceased's eyeballs were congested and bulging, and his canthus were about to split open, as if he had been subjected to great torture during his lifetime. Fu Haolin had a cruel and happy smile on his face, and he stared fixedly for a while.

"Okay, well done."

He took the box and held it in his hand, and asked without looking sideways: "Ning San, you have made great achievements this time, what reward do you want?"

"It's the subordinate's duty to share the master's worries, and I dare not ask for rewards."

Ning San lowered his head, hesitated for a while, and said softly: "If the master is willing to show mercy, can you give more compensation to the family members of the brothers who died."

Fu Haolin was stunned for a moment, and asked, "How about the casualties this time?"

"89 people, only thirteen are left."

Ning San said with a heavy tone: "Three people who survived were seriously injured. I don't know if they can survive tonight."

This news caused Fu Haolin's good mood to drop to the bottom in an instant. He spent a lot of money in cultivating these dozens of people, and he almost lost all casualties in his first attack!
Together with the manpower sent to the south, nearly half of his dead soldiers were lost by Han Sheng alone.

"Damn Yan Heqing, why do you have to fight against me!"

Fu Haolin was furious, glanced at the wooden box out of the corner of his eye, the head in the box stared at him with a stiff expression.

As if mocking his incompetence.

He threw the box to the ground in a rage, and the human head rolled in front of Ning San, leaving bloodstains all over the floor.

Ning San suddenly fell to his knees.

After a long time, Fu Haolin finally calmed down the anger in his heart. People can be retrained after death. Killing Han Sheng solved his serious problem. This matter is more important than anything else.

Seeing that Ning San was still kneeling on the ground, he turned pale, "It's not your fault, get up."

Ning San stood up as he said.

"The pension that should be paid, the treatment that should be treated, and the money, I will inform the accountant and send it to you later."

"Thank you, master."

Ning San bowed to him, and Fu Haolin was about to order him to take out the dead head, and then someone would come to clean up the ground and sleep well.

Who would have thought that the moment his eyes touched the head, he would suddenly froze.

"what is this?"

As soon as Fu Haolin uttered a sound, Ning San sensed something was wrong. Looking at the slightly twisted and wrinkled face, his heart skipped a beat!
The two squatted down at the same time.

Fu Haolin didn't care about the blood and bad luck, grabbed the hair and lifted the head, then pinched the wrinkled place and tore it off forcefully.

It was as if the skin had been oiled, and it was easily ripped off by him.

Showing a completely unfamiliar face.

In the house, there was an instant dead silence!