My wife kills me because she has me in her heart!

The figure walked from the other side of the stone steps, gradually getting closer with the words.

Behind Yan Conling, people held their breath and concentrated.

"Who is it? We're done, you can go..."

Before the last word could be uttered, he was forcefully swallowed up and his throat was sealed with a long sword.

The smell of blood filled the air, and there was deathly silence in the dark cell. Only the lights hanging high on both sides were dyed bright red, and the figures cast on the wall swayed and fell to the ground.

The sword returned to his hand.

Yan Conling continued to lead the way.

She pretended to be fainted when she came, so she knew the route out by heart.

As the second seed taught by Yun Sui, dealing with these guards is no more difficult than chopping vegetables and melons. One comes without one, and one comes with a pair lying down.

It didn't take long for the blood to soak the uppers of his shoes and the corners of his clothes.

The women who followed behind them also went from feeling safe at first to looking pale now.

I couldn't help but cover my mouth and retched.

They have never seen so many dead people... so many people can be killed at one time...

"What's going on? What happened!"

When Scarface rushed in sternly, he saw only corpses on the ground.

Before he could react, the sword that killed these people was already across his neck.

The girl standing at the front has a gentle and calm face, and the bloody fingertips are still wrapped around the jade pendant of Princess Qingping. She is no different from the first day we met, "Where is that old thing? Where is he now?"

If she was rude, she would ask her questions easily and naturally.

It's like a normal greeting.

Scarface naturally knew who the old thing she was talking about was.

His cheek muscles twitched hard, and he was about to call someone, but there was a sharp pain in his throat.

The sword came two points closer, forcing blood to flow.

"These people on the ground are the ones who have the same idea as you."

Yan Conling tilted her head and looked at him with gentle eyes, "It's a pity that I accidentally killed them all. Now you are the only one left who can ask questions. You must cherish such a good opportunity."

Hearing the underlying meaning behind her words, Scarface felt his scalp tingle.

"Okay, okay...I'll tell you, I'll tell you whatever you ask me."

If I had known that I would invite such a murderous god, he would have stayed away from anything I said that day. Unfortunately, it's too late to regret now.

"There are more than one level of dungeon here, and there is one below...the one you are looking for should be down there."

Yan Conngling nodded, "Why make beauty incense?"

She simply didn't believe it if it was just for money.

"I only heard him mention it once."

Cold sweat broke out from his forehead. Scarface tried his best to keep his body steady and not get close to the sword. "It was said to lure Zhen Beihou's adopted daughter to the Imperial Capital."

"Bai Liyan?"

Yan Conngling frowned.

He quickly understood and asked, "Is there someone behind that old thing?"

"I don't know about that." Scarface shook his head and swallowed, "I only know that he has a noble person in the Imperial Capital who specializes in bringing goods to the Imperial Capital to sell..."

That is Queen Wu.

Ning Muting from the Protector General's Mansion fell off his horse, and Baili Yan from the Zhenbei Hou Mansion was led to the Imperial Capital. Thinking with your toes, it won't be a good thing.

She's taking revenge.

Who will be next...?

Yunshan Mountain and the Demon Suppressing Tower flashed through his mind... Yan Cong's eyes darkened.

As long as Queen Wu doesn't die.

Sooner or later something will happen to the Demon Suppression Tower, and there will never be peace.

Scarface looked up at her with expectant eyes, "I've said it all, you can let go now..."

"I'm sorry, I'm not satisfied." The sharp blade wiped open the throat.

Hot blood splashed all over her body, and Yan Conngling held up a sword flower to shake away the blood beads.

He was not very lucky, and it happened that she didn't want to be trustworthy today.

The women behind him remained silent and did not dare to express their anger. Yan Conling didn't care about their physical and mental health and stepped directly over the pool of blood.

"Follow!"

The sky was dark and the path was narrow. She cut a few wooden stakes casually, wrapped them with scraps of clothing, used magic techniques to induce fire, and stuffed them into the hands of the women.

"You go first."

Pointing to Li Sang, who was carrying Qi's sister-in-law on his back, Yan Conling said in a deep voice, "Follow her. There is only one way here. You just go straight forward. Someone will naturally meet you when you get there."

Almost all of those guards died under her sword, and she killed them all by herself.

It's impossible to chase after you here, and she has to turn back and cut off her rear.

I don't know whether it was due to the bumpy road or the lack of contact with the outside air for so long, but the baby in my arms began to cry loudly.

Sister-in-law Qi looked back at her worriedly while patting her, "Well, what about you?"

The other party had turned around without looking back, "I'll go back and kill that old guy."

Facts have proved that it was too early for her to kill Scarface. After groping around underground, Yan Conling found the so-called entrance to the second floor.

Wait until you can see the scene clearly.

Her face suddenly darkened.

The old man, who was as thin as a dead tree, was standing in front of a table with bloody limbs and organs scattered on it. When he saw the girl covered in blood holding a sword, he was shocked.

"You! How did you get in?"

"Of course they walked in by killing them all."

Kicking over the boiling stove, Yan Conling took two steps forward, twisted out the talisman from his waist, and hooded his head towards the person opposite——

"what!!"

There was a golden light, and the old man screamed in pain, and one arm vaguely looked like a black dead branch.

Yan Conngling chuckled, "Treant."

"Flowers, grass and trees are purer than birds and beasts, so why should we sacrifice our lives for the evil spirit in the palace?"

The other party's eyes widened in horror, and roots appeared on his face, "You, you have already guessed it?"

Stopping in front of the desk, Yan Conngling cast a burst of spiritual fire and burned it to death.

Hearing this, he raised his eyes.

"Otherwise? Are you being led to suspect Yao Guifei?"

He was speechless, he just gritted his teeth and stared at her resentfully.

Yan Conling did not argue with him, and was not interested in telling how she guessed it from beginning to end. She asked straight to the point, "Empress Wu, no, it's the imperial concubine. What is she going to do?"

The trouble should end it.

Only by clarifying the source of the problem can it be eliminated in one fell swoop.

"I have no idea!"

"You have a pretty tough mouth."

Yan Conngling tightened the demon-binding rope and squatted down to look at him, "I won't kill you with one knife, but you also know that my senior sister is the guardian of the Styx. If you don't say anything for a day, I will peel off your living soul and throw it into the River Styx, where you will be devoured by all ghosts and tortured by hellfire."

"It just so happens that your body is fused into a tree, let's try and see how many years it can last."

The fear of fire in plants and trees is engraved in their bones.

The old man glared at her, "How could Yunshan teach such a ruthless person like you!"

As if he heard something funny, Yan Conngling slapped his face with a sword, and the force suddenly increased, "You are right, if only I had this ability back then."

In this way, no one of her Yan family's more than 100 people will be left alone.

(End of this chapter)