Medical Concubine Chenghuang

Chapter 887 Trampled to Death (1)

It seemed that this house had nothing to do with what they were talking about.

Seeing Jiang Fu's ignorant appearance, Ye Xiuluo raised his eyebrows and smiled lightly: "What? Don't understand?!"

Jiang Fu nodded in astonishment, with a twitching smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Qiu Xin... you come and tell him..."

Ye Xiuluo stood up suddenly, putting some distance away from Jiang Fu.

Qiu Xin rolled his eyes and walked over, full of sarcasm.

"What our lord means is that...you were tricked by others...the Tartars built such a shabby house and tricked you...because people like you don't understand that the heads of our brothers hang on the Tartars What kind of benefits will it bring to some people on the city gate of Zizi..."

Qiu Xin bent over slowly in front of Jiang Fu, his eyes fixed on his face aggressively.

"To put it simply and bluntly, that is to say... your broken place is nothing more than a drop in the bucket for other people's interests... He exchanged the heads of our brothers for glory and wealth, but it's just for you. A bit of rubbish…”

At this moment, Jiang Fu finally understood what they were trying to express.

"You mean... I deserve more wealth?"

"That's right!" Ye Shura smiled and turned his head slowly.

"..."

Jiang Fu looked at him in confusion, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

"why?"

His glory and wealth are just rewarded by others.

Just this random reward is enough to satisfy him.

So now he doesn't understand at all why Ye Shura has such a statement.

"It's really rotten wood that can't be carved..." Ye Shura shook his head slowly, as if he had given up on the conversation with him: "No wonder someone is looking at you, you are really easy to deceive..."

"Why?" Mu Feng stepped forward suddenly, grabbed Jiang Fu by the neck, and lifted him up firmly: "Do you know?! How much is our master's head worth in Tartars? Do you know what it means to the Tartars that our brothers are defending to the death? Do you know what it means when they hang our brothers' heads and trample on them?"

Jiang Fu's back felt cold and his hair stood on end, but he didn't understand what Mu Feng was trying to express.

He is just a pawn, and he has never been exposed to the core secrets in his life, so naturally he will not understand what Mu Feng said.

He will never understand what Ye Shura means to the Tartars, let alone how many people want his head, destroy his cronies, and trample on his territory.

For him, it is worthwhile to borrow a dead man's head in exchange for the glory and wealth of his later life.

Besides, these people are already dead.

He did not exchange the lives of these 200 brothers for glory and wealth.

Jiang Fu turned his head to look at Mu Feng in horror, feeling the coldness and madness in his eyes.

"Brother Mu Feng..."

"Shut up! Who is your brother!" Mu Feng yelled suddenly, and squeezed his hand under his neck with more strength.

"Yes yes yes..." Jiang Fu trembled all over, instinctively shrank his neck, and wailed in horror: "I was wrong... I was wrong about this matter... I just want to say... I really don't know what you said What do they mean... I was obsessed with ghosts at the time, so I agreed to this... I thought that it was just a bunch of dead people, buried in the same place..."

(End of this chapter)