Chapter 172 You forced me to do this
Fang's Castle, the second floor inside.
The current head of the house, Fang Xiang, lay quietly on the bed, frowning slightly, as if he had dreamed of something bad.
The successive changes in the emperors of these days made him very worried. Qin Mo's unparalleled potential made him frightened. He hadn't slept well for a whole week, and his spirit had been sluggish.
For this reason, he purposely separated from the Duke's wife temporarily, thinking that living alone would make the surrounding environment quiet enough to nourish his spirit.
But obviously this method has no effect.
The deep darkness was like a steel knife hanging around his neck. Not only did it not play its due role, but it made him even more restless.
A certain moment.
Fang Xiang slowly opened his eyes, staring at the extremely dark ceiling with tired eyes, and sighed heavily.
"It seems that if Qin Mo doesn't die, I won't be able to sleep well." He whispered so softly.
Chick!
Suddenly, a sound resounded in the room.
A flame emerged from the darkness, and wisps of smoke escaped.
Fang Xiang's face suddenly changed, he turned around like a frightened hare, and stared at the figure not far away.
I saw this uninvited guest who broke into the castle in the middle of the night lit a cigarette, crossed his legs, and sat on a chair in the bedroom.
The cigarette burned slowly, and the sparks gradually approached the face, reflecting a very young face.
That face is very familiar.
Fang Xiang couldn't help but widen his eyes and was shocked.
"The moonlight lotus brand cigarettes cost at least a thousand yuan, right? You are worthy of being the head of an ancient family, so it is good to smoke."
Qin Mo looked at the cigarette case in his hand, inserted it into his pocket logically, and asked with a smile:
"I said Fang Guogong, you want me to die so much? You don't even let me go in your dreams. What did I do wrong to make the Lord Guo unhappy?
Or... is the Duke single just looking at me annoyed? "
Following the ending, Fang Xiang glanced at Fang Xiang with an indifferent gaze, and stared him straight out of three souls and seven souls, like falling into an ice cellar.
Fang Xiang scanned the surrounding environment vigilantly, while thinking about how to escape from the bottom of his heart.
You know, he himself is only an S-level awakener, but Qin Mo in front of him is a real king of heaven, and he even made a brilliant record tonight.
Since he quietly appeared in front of his eyes, it is obvious that the comer was not kind...
No matter from which angle you look at it, it seems that tonight is already destined to be his death.
but.
Fang Xiang is the head of the Fang family at any rate, the prince of a country, his demeanor, style, and calmness are all on par.
He asked knowingly: "I don't know what the Duke of Qin came to visit at the humble house in the middle of the night to discuss?"
"Haha, it's not that something went wrong in Baiyun District. There are a few watchdogs who don't have long eyes and bite people indiscriminately. Although they didn't hurt people, they also caused some troubles.
My lord has not yet taken up the post in the Logistics Bureau, and I am still the deputy director of the Security Bureau for the time being. There is trouble in the imperial capital, so I want to have some snacks. These few mad dogs in the province hurt Your Majesty. "
In the words, it is impressive to point fingers at Sang Huai.
Fang wanted to hear it, his face was slightly ugly, but in order to survive, he still had to be patient.
"Since there are mad dogs making trouble, Lord Qin should go find the dogs. What are you going to do here?"
"Oh? Doesn't Fang have a dog? This is really strange." Qin Mo said in surprise.
Fang Xiang's heart sank suddenly, and the depths of his eyes were a little flustered.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"That's really a coincidence, I don't understand what you're talking about, I said, my lord, you've reached this point, so stop pretending to be stupid, it's really boring.
And... if your last words are just those few words that are not nutritious, then I will say them for you. "Qin Mo said seriously.
Fang Xiang didn't understand what his last sentence meant, and he didn't have time to think about the metaphor in the words now.
His attention was all on the two words of the last words, which made him confused, his pupils shrank sharply, staring at Qin Mo, and said in a deep voice:
"Qin Guogong, there is no need to do this. You and I are far from being immortal. There are no eternal enemies in this world, only eternal interests. We can cooperate."
"Uh... finished?"
The cigarette in his hand just burned to the filter, Qin Mo threw the cigarette **** on the ground, raised his foot and slowly wiped it out, looked at Fang Xiang with a smile, and slowly stood up.
Fang wanted to retreat a few times subconsciously, but suddenly he thought, facing a heavenly king, where can he retreat any further?
The haze of death shrouded his head, and Fang Xiang's breathing unconsciously became rapid.
"Actually, I really didn't want to kill you at first, killing people is not a happy thing, and I don't want to have so much blood on my hands.
No matter whether the people who died at my hands were good or bad, no matter whether their blood was fragrant or stinky, it was always very uncomfortable. "
Qin Mo walked towards him and said with a smile.
Hearing this, Fang Xiang's expression gradually twisted.
He stared at Qin Mo firmly, as if he wanted to engrave Qin Mo in his mind.
"Qin Mo!!"
Fang Xiang suddenly shouted loudly, and then said sharply: "Do you know what the consequences of killing a duke are?! Do you know that this is a violation of the Great Qin law!
You are still young, and you still have options, so there is no need to go astray!
If you turn around and leave now, I can pretend that nothing happened, otherwise after tonight, the whole of Daqin will chase you endlessly!
Everything you are about to have will be like a dream, and you still have a bright future, you..."
Fang Xiang's voice stopped abruptly, his face flushed instantly, and his eyes protruded slightly.
A very clean hand pinched Fang Xiang's throat like a golden hoop, Qin Mo slowly lifted it up, and at the same time put the index finger of the other hand to his mouth, making a silent movement.
"Shh...you really talk a lot of nonsense.
But to my surprise, I didn't expect that you were dying, and you didn't think about begging for mercy, but instead started negotiations with me, and even threatened.
As expected of being the Patriarch elected by an ancient family that has been passed down for thousands of years, this mentality should be highly regarded.
Just, no use. "
Qin Mo's expression was as calm as usual, with a harmless faint smile on the corner of his mouth, looking very amiable.
However, Fang Xiang's limbs throbbed even more violently, and his face flushed even more red, with some bruises in the red.
"The so-called great future, bright future, and the Laoshizi Logistics Bureau, Daqin law, these things... I don't care about them all.
Mr. Fang Guo, you have always threatened the wrong place. It seems that you will surely die tonight.
I really don’t want to kill you, I’m actually a good citizen who abides by the law.
I just want to go to work to catch fish and find a daughter-in-law when I am old. Is this a high requirement? Is it that difficult to achieve? "
The smile on Qin Mo's face grew thicker, but the strength in his hands became heavier and heavier.
"But you insist on targeting me again and again, who can be blamed for this?
I don’t want to either, but you forced me to do this.
Why do you have to bother me?
Why...do you have to think about killing me? "
The faint voice fell to the ground, followed by a soft sound.
Fang Xiang's body fell heavily on the bed, and the last expression frozen on his face was unspeakable horror, and...
Deep remorse.
Qin Mo looked down at the fresh corpse, and did not leave immediately.
His eyes moved slightly, he thought for a while, then took out a cigarette from his pocket again and put it to his mouth.
Immediately afterwards, Qin Mo lowered his eyes, and suddenly two small red dots appeared in the center of his pupils, and high-temperature rays shot out from his hair instantly.
Chichi!
The cigarette was lit, Qin Mo took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled.
"Hiss, hoo..."
Afterwards, after the cigarette was burned out again, Qin Mo clapped his hands, flew out of the castle, and melted into the night in a blink of an eye.
The deep and silent night is like a pair of gentle hands gently stroking people's cheeks.
Under this kind of touching, people will always unconsciously sleep a little longer.
Fang Changhai also wanted to sleep more, but as the chief housekeeper of the Yannan family in the Imperial Manor, getting up early was something he needed to do every day.
Before dawn, he was already active in every corner of the manor, personally arranging many things.
Around seven o’clock, Fang Changhai walked into the kitchen and glanced at the pot of pheasant soup on the stove that had been simmering for more than seven hours.
This is something for the master to drink. The master has been depressed recently, and it is to replenish his body, especially when another incident happened last night.
Thinking of last night, Fang Changhai's expression turned ugly.
But he quickly disappeared this look, and walked calmly to the large living room on the first floor of the castle.
Mrs. Guo has been down for a long time, but Fang Xiang has not moved yet.
"Changhai, go and have a look." Madam said.
Hearing the words, Fang Changhai said in a slightly respectful voice: "It may be that the master is tired at night and slept for a long time, so I will go and call."
After he finished speaking, Dang even turned and went upstairs to Fang Xiang's bedroom.
After reaching the door, Fang Xiang gently knocked on the door a few times, and said respectfully:
"Sir, it's time to eat."
The voice fell to the ground, and there was silence, as if we had come to no man's land.
Fang Changhai couldn't help frowning. He waited for a while, but seeing that there was still no answer, he asked another question.
But the result is the same.
There was no sound coming from the house, even…
Not even the sound of breathing.
It seems to be really no man's land.
Fang Changhai himself is also an S-level awakener, and he was keenly aware of something that was wrong.
The next moment, Fang Changhai frowned, and the genetic power surged into his wrist. He twisted his five fingers back and forth with force, and only heard a click, and the door lock was opened neatly.
He pushed the door carefully and entered, maintaining sufficient vigilance and vigilance.
However, when he saw the scene in front of him clearly, a huge shock hit his brain like a heavy hammer, causing him to be in a trance for a moment.
Fang Xiang's corpse sat quietly on the bed, and a famous painting was hung on the wall behind him.
Famous paintings are hung upside down, with the back facing outwards, and a big letter written on it...
plum.
This is... Lee from the Lee family of Cheongyang.
Fang Changhai's face changed suddenly. He couldn't tell that Fang Xiang had completely lost his breath, and his body was almost cold. It was obvious that he passed away in the middle of the night yesterday.
Fang Guogong of Daqin is actually in his own home...
Was killed? !
Even the murderer left a large character?
How crazy is this?
How audacious is this? !
Fang Changhai's mind flashed many thoughts in an instant, and the incident in front of him made his mind flustered into a pot of porridge.
But at this time, if Fang Xiang dies, the entire Fang family is equivalent to lacking a backbone. He has to shoulder the responsibilities that he should bear, and he has to stabilize the overall situation.
Flashing in his mind, Fang Changhai walked out the door quickly, turned around and closed the door tightly, and forcibly kept his composure to call the two servants over.
"Master is a little tired today, you need to rest more, you wait at the door, don't let anyone in without the master's order."
"yes."
Following that, Fang Changhai quickly went downstairs to talk to his wife, then went to another room in the castle, picked up his mobile phone and quickly dialed the number of the Presbyterian Church.
Five minutes after the call was hung up, a private helicopter in Yannan County suddenly took off.
…
…
Five hours later.
Fang Jingtian strode into Fang's Castle with a dignified and serious expression.
He came to the bedroom and saw Fang Changhai guarding the door himself.
"No one has been in there?"
"Don't worry, great elder. I have been guarding every step. No one has entered it. The news of the Patriarch is still blocked for the time being." Fang Changhai replied.
Hearing this, Fang Jingtian waved his hand and said:
"Continue to block, no order from me, no disclosure."
After the voice fell, he pushed the door straight and entered, stepping into it alone.
As soon as he entered the door, there was a bone-chilling chill, as if it wanted to invade the bone marrow.
Fang Jingtian couldn't help shivering, raised his head slightly to glance at the silent old woman standing in front of the corpse, and then quickly swept around the scene.
The assassination of the current Patriarch of the Yannan Clan was a huge event, enough to cause a sensation in the whole of Daqin, and even Daqi next door would be a little surprised.
Especially in these extremely sensitive times, it is a big deal.
From the appearance of the old woman here, you can see the leopard, which is evident.
After all, according to the original plan, she still needs half a month to come to the imperial capital, but now she is forced to change her itinerary.
The old woman opened her cloudy old eyes, glanced coldly at Li written on the scroll, and said lightly:
"He dares to leave a name for killing people, because he is afraid that our Fang family will have nowhere to seek revenge."
"Ancestor, according to my disciples... this calligraphy and painting is more like three hundred taels of silver here, I'm afraid it's a trajectory deliberately set up by a traitor, in order for me to start a war with the Li family in Qingyang." Fang Jingtian said .
Hearing this, the old woman's expression remained the same, but she just nodded her head imperceptibly.
"If Li Da is still here, leaving such a frivolous and flamboyant handwriting, I will definitely believe it, but his brother Li Er is not of this nature."
The old woman suddenly raised the crutch in her hand, pointed at Fang Xiang's corpse, and said:
"Go and see if there is any message left."
"clear."
Fang Jingtian immediately stepped forward to check it carefully over and over again. After waiting for a long time, his expression suddenly changed, his eyes narrowed, and he got up and said:
"Old Ancestor, there are indeed clues."
He got out of the way, revealing Fang Xiang's right side of the body's back waist, and saw a few crooked and twisted scratches on it, and the scratch marks were not deep.
"This was forcibly pulled out by fingernails. It must have been left when Fang wanted to suffocate to death, while struggling with his limbs." Fang Jingtian slowly explained: "It seems...a big character."
Hearing the sound, the old woman immediately sneered and said in a cold tone:
"Big characters? Heh! This is obviously a sky character!"
Fang Jingtian took a closer look, and there was indeed a faint scratch on the top of the big character, which is really a heavenly character.
But…
What does the word Tian represent?
Hiss!
Fang Jingtian was shocked all over suddenly, and his face was as pale as blood in an instant.
He has already realized the true meaning of it, and he has figured out the key point.
The so-called Tianzi, isn’t it just…
Emperor? !
(end of this chapter)
