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The door was closed again, Yingren frowned, Feng Wuma was about to step forward, Yingren reached out to stop him, shook his head and said, "Wait a minute."

Not long after, I heard footsteps coming from behind the door, and then the door was opened again. The scarred man didn't just open a gap this time, but opened the door completely, and then stood aside with a white lantern, " You come in."

Wang Han looked at Chu Huan, saw Chu Huan nod, and immediately led Fat Liu and other Imperial Guard soldiers to go in first. Behind the gate, there was a courtyard, which was bleak and without aesthetic feeling. After Wang Han and others entered, After looking around, he confirmed that there was no ambush, so he nodded towards the door, and then Yingren stepped into the courtyard surrounded by everyone.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, Feng Wuma immediately gestured, leaving four soldiers from the Twelve Guards guarding outside the gate of Zhongyizhuang. Will not be attacked.

Ying Ren entered the courtyard, took a look around, then turned to look at the scarred man holding a white lantern, and asked, "Are you Cai Shisan?"

The scarred man shook his head and said, "The owner is waiting."

"Where is it?" Ying Ren hurriedly asked, "Take me to see him."

The scarred man bowed slightly and said, "Please follow me."

Chu Huan suddenly asked, "Why doesn't the owner of Guizhuang come to meet you?"

The man with the scar took a look at Chu Huan and said, "The owner of the village has just suffered from a serious illness, and he is still in the process of raising him. If you want to see him, you can go to see him, but he can't come."

Ying Ren thought for a while, and finally said: "Take me to see him." Xiang Chu Huan said: "Chu Huan, Feng Wuma, come with me."

The two agreed, and the scarred man led the way with a lantern. Chu Huan and Feng Wuma followed from left to right, but Li Maotu winked, and the four captains of Shenyiwei followed from a distance.

Walking along a small path to the depths of the house, there was a gust of night wind and a gloomy atmosphere. When they came to a small courtyard, the scarred man led a few people in, and then entered a room in the courtyard with a light on.

Everything on the road was as dark as ink, but this lone lamp was very conspicuous.

The courtyard was very deserted, the scarred man walked to the door and said softly: "Villa Master, you are here." After speaking, he pushed the concealed door open.

The sound of "creaking" sounded, Chu Huan and Feng Wuma were fully alert, Ying Ren hesitated a little, and finally walked into the door, only to see that the furnishings in the room were very simple, and there were densely packed spiritual tablets at the entrance.

There are several long desks, on which there are four rows of spirit tablets made of black wood. There are more than a hundred spirit tablets. There are melons and fruits on the table in the middle, and two extremely thick white candles are lit. The light of the fire is the candlelight.

Seeing several rows of spiritual tablets suddenly, Yingren was obviously quite surprised. With an "oops", he couldn't help but took two steps back, while Feng Wuma and Chu Huan had already clenched the handle of the knife.

But I heard an old voice next to me say: "Your Highness, don't be afraid. These heroic spirits are the loyal souls of the Great Qin Empire. Without them, Your Highness might not exist in the world. They protected His Highness's family during their lifetime, and they will be loyal to you after death." Your Highness's family."

The voice was old and slow. They turned their heads and saw a chair in the corner of the room. An old man with white hair was sitting on the chair at this moment, wearing a brown linen suit with a blanket covering his knees. , in that dim corner, looked very strange.

"Without them, there would be no king?" Yingren frowned: "What do you mean by that?"

The old man lifted the blanket and stood up slowly, looking a little difficult, he stood up, faced Yingren, then knelt down slowly, and respectfully said: "My servant sees the prince!"

Chu Huan and Feng Wuma looked at each other with surprise in their eyes. They didn't know the identity of this old man, but since he called himself a "subject", he was obviously not an ordinary citizen.

Yingren raised his hand and said, "Get up."

The old man stood up with some difficulty, he stared at Yingren, while Chu Huan and Feng Wuma stared at him.

The old man seemed to be seven or eighty years old, extremely old, the wrinkles on his face were piled up and extremely slack, and his eyes looked very cloudy.

"Your Highness, please sit down!" The old man pointed to a chair, Yingren nodded, walked over to sit down, looked at the old man and said: "You look not in good health, sit down and talk."

The old man respectfully said: "Thank you, Your Highness!" He was not polite, sat down on his own chair, covered it with a blanket, and said to the knife scar by the door: "Make tea!"

The scarred man was obviously in awe of the old man, bowed and was about to step back, but Yingren shook his head and said, "No need." Looking at the old man, he said, "You haven't answered my king yet, you said just now that there are no such people There is no such thing as this king, this... this king can't understand."

The old man didn't give an explanation immediately, but showed a faint smile, and said in an old voice, "Your Highness, how old do you think I am now?"

Ying Ren was taken aback, frowned and said, "Should be sixty?" He still had a lot of reservations, the old man looked at least seventy years old.

The old man showed a desolate smile, shook his head and said: "Your Highness is wrong, I am only 46 years old this year!"

"What?" Yingren was taken aback, and his face suddenly changed, while Chu Huan and Feng Wuma were also dumbfounded.

This old man is not younger than 70 years old no matter in terms of appearance or spirit, but he claims to be only 46 years old. How can it not surprise people, Feng Wuma and Chu Huan looked at each other again, feeling more and more strange.

Looking at Yingren's posture, he looked for Cai Shisan as soon as he came to Zhongyi Village. He seemed to know who Cai Shisan was and knew something about him, but Yingren's behavior at the moment seemed to know nothing about Cai Shisan.

Feng Wuma asked calmly, "Are you Cai Shisan?"

The owner nodded and said, "My real name is Cai Quan. He killed 13 people in a row in World War I, so he got the nickname Cai Shisan."

Yingren frowned and said, "You said you are only 46 years old now, but...but why do you look so old?"

"A person who was wounded by a knife and stayed in this room for 20 years, accompanied by these loyal souls every day, would not be too young if he were someone else." The owner Cai Shisan smiled lightly.

Yingren pondered for a while, and finally said: "This king is here this time, because he was entrusted by the elder brother of the prince, and came to pick up something."

The owner of the villa was not surprised, obviously it was expected, nodded and said: "Twenty years have passed, and I have been waiting for this day. Your Highness has come here this time, and I have fulfilled my duty." He sighed and said: "The subject has lived for 20 years, neither human nor ghost, nothing more than being loyal to his duty. In the past 20 years, the subject has counted the days and finally waited until today."

Yingren couldn't help but asked: "You said you have been waiting here for 20 years? Why did you wait for 20 years? Who told you to wait here for 20 years? Is it because of that thing that you said you were dedicated to your duty?"

The owner of the villa didn't answer, but just looked at Ying Ren with a very strange look, as if he wanted to say something, but hesitated for a long time, and then slowly said: "Your Highness, it's already late, I wonder if Your Highness can stay in the house tonight. Rest in the manor for a night, let these loyal souls appreciate His Highness's kindness, and what His Highness wants to take can only be obtained tomorrow."

Yingren frowned, he just wanted to get the things earlier and leave this gloomy Zhongyi Village, if he could leave now, he didn't want to stay longer.

But what Cai Shisan meant was to let himself stay here for a night. Yingren was really reluctant and couldn't help asking: "Is the thing not in your hands?"

The owner of the villa stared at Yingren, pondered for a moment, and finally shook his head and said: "It is not in the hands of my servants now, but I will definitely hand it over to Your Highness."

Yingren thought for a while, and finally said: "In this case, I will stay here overnight." When he got up, the owner of the villa had already given orders to Scarred Man: "Arrange a place for His Highness."

The scarred man agreed, and Yingren glanced at the densely packed spirit cards, then at the scarred man, and asked, "How old is he?"

The scar face looks to be in his early fifties. Since the owner looks over seventy but is only in his forties, the real age of the scar face may be much younger.

Sure enough, the owner said calmly: "20 years ago, he was the only one!"

Yingren nodded, but Chu Huan suddenly asked, "There are only two of you in this manor?"

The owner of the villa gave Chu Huan a strange look, and asked, "Do you think there will be many people willing to live here in such a place?"

Chu Huan smiled lightly and said, "You're taking the liberty."

Several people left the owner's yard, led by the scar man to another yard, and settled down. However, under the command of Feng Wuma, the guards had already set up guard around the yard, and other people were patrolling the manor. .

At this time, the night was dark, and Zhongyizhuang seemed even more deserted.

Cai Shisan was still sitting on the chair at this time, in a dark corner, like a ghost, but his eyes were quietly looking at the rows of spiritual tablets, expressionless.

The door was pushed open, and the scarred man walked up to Cai Shisan lightly, and said respectfully, "The arrangement has been made."

Cai Shisan nodded and did not speak.

"They have prepared their own dry food. They don't eat the food prepared in the farm." The scarred man said softly, "Master, they are still very wary of us."

Cai Shisan nodded and said calmly: "This is expected. But it's better this way."

The scarred man frowned slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say it.

Although Cai Shisan didn't read his expression, he seemed to guess that he had something to say, and asked, "What do you want to say?"

Scar said humanely: "Master, have you...have you decided?"

Cai Shisan leaned back on the chair and said calmly: "From the very beginning, I have made up my mind and I have never changed it."

"But...!" Scarred Man's eyelids twitched: "In this way, I'm afraid...!"

Cai Shisan shook his head and interrupted him: "I have made up my mind, so there is no need to say more." Staring at the rows of spiritual seats, he said slowly: "No matter what we do, these brothers are watching us. People who are dying, at least after death, have enough qualifications to be placed with their tablets."