Wu Zixu was filled with grief and indignation, and after some bloody and tearful accusations, the sword was pulled around his neck, and a bloody arrow spurted out.

The sword fell to the ground with a "wave". Blood sprayed on his scattered white hair and beard and then poured onto his body, and Wu Zixu became a bloody man.

He stood there straight, not falling, his eyes wide and round, terrifying.

The chamberlain trembled with fright, bowed to Wu Zixu, and said with a crying voice: "Xiangguo is also down!" Xiangguo is also down! ”

The butler of Xiangguo's Mansion knelt on the ground and cried.

After a while, Wu Zixu's body slowly fell in a pool of blood, making a muffled sound.

The waiter picked up the openwork sword and left in a panic. He trotted all the way, turned a few streets, and entered the Wu Palace. King Wu and Bo Yao were still talking. The chamberlain knelt on the ground and offered the bloody sword.

King Wu said, "Is Wu Zixu dead?" ”

The chamberlain said: "Back to the king, Wu Xiangguo used this sword to kill his neck. ”

King Wu pulled out half of the sword, inspected the blood stains on the sword, and sneered: "Old fellow, this is the end of the collision with the widow." ”

Bo Yao watched from the side, and only shivered in his heart. Wu Zixu is loyal, a hero, and finally ends up like this, doesn't it make the people of the world who are courtiers feel cold!

King Wu asked, "What did Wu Zixu say before he died?" ”

The chamberlain said: "Wu Xiangguo was very sad and said a lot before he killed himself. ”

King Wu frowned and said sharply: "What he said, I'll listen to it carefully." ”

The chamberlain was so frightened that his legs trembled. tremblingly described Wu Zixu's words before he died.

The hatred that King Wu had just eliminated surged even more intensely. It is understandable that Wu Zixu temporarily said some resentful words, but he said that the enemy's words of attacking Gusu, destroying the ancestral tomb and destroying the temple, and predicting the destruction of the Wu State made him unbearable. shouted: "This old thief, he will humiliate the widow when he is dying, Dazai, go, let's go and see." ”

Bring your entourage, and together with Bo Yao, come to Xiangguo's Mansion. I saw Wu Zixu's body lying in the courtyard, which had been covered with a white cloth. King Wu took the sword and picked up the white cloth, only to see Wu Zixu's face was pale, his snow-white hair and beard were stained with a lot of blood, and his eyes were still round.

When Bo Yao saw it, he couldn't help but feel sick and nauseous. Wants to vomit. Hurriedly turned his face away.

King Wu pointed to Wu Zixu's corpse and said, "Wu Zixu, you are dead now, can you still be conscious?" Can you humiliate the widow again? Have your eyes pluck out and hang them on the towers, and the widow will do as you wish. Come! ”

A guard came and said, "Command, king." ”

King Wu said, "Cut off Wu Zixu's head!" ”

The guards were stunned, everyone was dead, what else to toss? "The King's ......"

King Wu shouted: "You want to resist the decree? ”

Bo Ya said, "Quickly, execute." ”

The guard was helpless, pulled out, biting his lip, the ninja was frightened and disgusted, and cut off Wu Zixu's head one by one. Say, "Okay." ”

King Wu said, "Take this filthy head and hang it on the tower of Panmen City." ”

"Yes!" The soldier grabbed Wu Zixu's white hair, lifted the head, and went out.

King Wu said, "Come on! ”

A few guards came over and bowed their heads to obey the order, and King Wu said: "You guys put Wu Zixu's body in a vessel made of horse skin, pull it to the river with a car, and throw it into the river!" Dazai, it's okay here, let's go! With that, he strode on.

Bo Yao said to the butler, "Hurry up and disperse, and run for your life!" ”

The butler said, "Thank you, sir, and we'll go." ”

Bo Yao chased after King Wu, and the housekeeper gathered all the family members, opened the treasury, and each person took some money and goods, and scattered in a hurry. Wu Zixu has been honest all his life and has no savings. In the blink of an eye, the family dispersed and became an empty house.

The soldiers rushed to a carriage, found a bag made of horse skin, stuffed Wu Zixu's headless body into it, carried it to the carriage, drove the carriage, drove out of the prime minister's mansion, drove out of the city, and walked towards the river.

The weather is overcast, blowing a northerly wind that is rare in summer, and the waves on the river are turbulent, making a "whoosh" sound. A few soldiers lifted their horses' skins and threw them into the raging river.

Several soldiers knelt down and prayed, "Lord Xiangguo, you go, there is no room for you in the world." Good people in this world deserve bad luck. Old man, why should you be a good person? Go, go, go! Fish and turtles will eat up your flesh, the sun and the moon will dry your bones, and there will be no trace of you in the world. But people won't forget you. ”

A few of the soldiers prayed, got up and drove the carriage away.

As soon as Wu Zixu's body entered the river, a strong wind suddenly blew on the river, and the horses and bags in the wind stirred at the crest of the waves. In the wind and waves, there seem to be thousands of troops and horses galloping, and there seems to be thousands of thunderbolts roaring.

This sound alarmed the people of several villages on the riverside, and they ran to the river, only to see Wu Zixu standing on the head of the waves, holding a sword in his hand, looking up to the sky and roaring, coming straight to the shore.

When he came to the shore, he suddenly fell to the ground and disappeared. When everyone looked at it, it turned out to be a horse skin bag, and when they opened it, it turned out to be a headless corpse.

There are well-informed villagers who know that King Wu killed Wu Zixu. So as soon as everyone summed it up, they carried Wu Zixu to Wu Mountain and buried him. Later, Wushan was renamed Xu Mountain, and Zixu Temple was set up on the mountain, and there were villagers who paid tribute at four o'clock.

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At this time, Fan Li was walking in the wilderness. He didn't know what this place was. The sky was milky white, and he couldn't see the sun, nor the moon or stars, and he couldn't tell if it was day or night. Surrounded by sparse locust trees, under the feet are knee-deep grass.

Fan Li walked forward, he didn't know how he got here, and he didn't know where he was going. On all sides is a milky white fog barrier. Not far away, not far away, besieged him.

He stood down, and he heard a sound, the sound of a bell on the horse's neck that he was familiar with at that time. Sure enough, a jujube red horse came from the fog barrier, carrying a white-haired veteran on horseback, wearing a fiery red robe. It was Wu Zixu.

Fan Li suddenly mourned in his heart, saying that Wu Zixu was given death by King Wu. Isn't this alive? Fan Li rushed forward and shouted, "Brother, you're fine." ”

Wu Zixu's eyes looked into the distance, and he didn't seem to see Fan Li, and the war horse didn't stop, and walked straight past Fan Li.

Fan Li said: "Brother, I am Fan Li." Don't you see me? He reached for the reins of the horse, and grabbed an empty one. The war horse carried Wu Zixu and disappeared into the milky white fog barrier without looking back.

Suddenly filled with an inexplicable sense of loss in his heart, Fan Li shouted: "Brother-Wu Zixu, Lord Xiangguo!" ”

"Sir, wake up!" A girl's voice called in her ear, and when Fan Li opened her eyes, she saw Tian Ji looking at her. The oil lamp was quietly on, and it turned out that he was sleeping in the small shop of Caiyun.

"I'm dreaming." He said.

Tian Ji said: "What did Mr. dream of? ”

Fan Li said: "I saw Wu Zixu. ”