Bayegu is dead.

His body was found in a felt bag by his own soldiers. At the time of his death, he was lying on top of a bearded girl, maintaining a cultivated posture, and a dagger stuck in his throat was a murder weapon that killed him. The dried blood stuck to the carpet, creating a puddle of black marks.

The woman lying beneath him had also been dead for a long time. Her naked and white body, her slender neck had been pinched purple and black by a pair of iron hands of Ba Yegu, and her protruding eyes were full of unwillingness and despair. It is not difficult to see from the countless bruises and purple scars on her body that the deceased struggled senselessly before she died, but in the end she could not escape the bad luck of being humiliated to death.

The woman was forcibly taken captive by Bayegu.

When Bayegu returned from outside the city during the day, the woman was with his man, pouting his ass and straightening out the goods. The plump and round shape made the thief feel excited, and he casually found a reason to peddle fakes, and asked the soldiers to tie the man's hands with ropes, and dragged the man to death on horseback, and the long blood stains then covered the whole street.

The grief-stricken woman was obviously unwilling to become the plaything of her husband's murderer, and had been resisting since nightfall, and her wild high-pitched shouting and scolding were still fresh in the memory of the soldiers outside the felt bag.

Resistance failed to save her chastity. Bayegu likes this pleasure of conquest and humiliation, and then in the extreme pleasure, ends the woman's miserable life.

But he obviously underestimated the woman's determination to take revenge, and the moment he fell into bliss was the moment when his heart was lost. A momentary relaxation of vigilance gave women an opportunity. With a dagger, she sent the executioner who had ruined her family to hell.

According to the situation at the scene, Tieler's master of solving the case gave the most reasonable explanation, but this explanation was not enough to calm the anger of Tieler's people.

Two days ago, there was a conflict with the Huns, and within a few days, Bayegu died. If all this is not a secret trick of Jechiel, who has always been at odds with Batya, who believes it?

No one believed it, except Tang An.

He knew of Bayegu's death before anyone else.

Last night, when Mu Rong sneaked into Bayegu's felt bag, he happened to see an unsightly picture: the man ignored the woman's struggle, strangled the woman's neck fiercely, and the whole body kept hitting back and forth.

With a long moan, the man reached the pinnacle of bliss. He had a smile of great satisfaction on his face, but the big hand that grabbed the woman's neck was bruised—a brutal and inhumane torture.

In just a few breaths, the woman's arms that were touching around finally slowly drooped, and although the protruding eyeballs were full of unwillingness, she still swallowed her last breath.

A man who bullies a woman will never be able to win the favor of another woman, even if the woman being bullied is a Hu girl, and the woman who sees all this is a Han person.

When Bayegu opened his eyes, he suddenly found that there was an extra figure in the felt bag. His eyes widened to see the appearance of the visitor, but the furious Mu Rong didn't give him this chance at all, and the silver dagger placed on the bedside decoration became a tool for asking for his life, and Mu Rong held it in his hand and stabbed Bayegu's throat fiercely.

Bayegu could only let out two "roars" in despair, and before he died, he tried his best to see who he was dying, but until his face was pressed against the carpet, he only saw a white phantom.

Die with a grievance or everlasting regret.

Tang An calculated the time, there was still a full day before the three days agreed between him and Jechile, and he had already completed the task ahead of schedule.

At noon, after lunch, he leisurely basked in the sun in the yard. The chill of early winter was a bit biting, but he felt warm all over.

"Your Excellency, Your Excellency!"

Ali's voice came in a hurry, and after a while, he ran over quickly, panting, and his chin and beard followed one after another.

Tang Jiazuo, who had long known Ali's intentions, said casually: "What's so flustered? ”

Running in front of Tang An, Ali had irrevocable reverence in his eyes: "Venerable lord, now Ali finally believes that you must be the apostle of the Immortal Heaven - Bayegu is dead!" ”

When Tang An made his prediction, Ali was a little unimpressed. Bayegu has been rampant in the city of Dima for many years, and no one dares to jump out against him. But Tang An had only made his prediction for two days, and Bayegu was really dead!

Above all, this is not a murder, but nothing more than "the revenge of the humiliated woman with hatred."

God, how the hell did he do it?

This kind of incomparably adoring gaze made Tang Anxin even more proud, and smiled freely: "It's just a small scene, if it weren't for the water and soil, I could even figure out what color underwear he was wearing when he died." ”

"He didn't wear underwear when he died." Upon learning of Bayegu's death, Ali's mood also relaxed, and he raised his eyebrows ambiguously: "He died on a woman's belly." ”

Briefly reported the "death process" to Tang An, Tang An nodded "thoughtfully", and sighed: "Alas, the cycle of cause and effect, the reincarnation should be repaid, I knew it was like this, why bother in the first place." All of this has its own providence in the dark! ”

Ali knelt down in response and bowed to the heavens: "Almighty Immortal Heaven, please bless your most pious people!" ”

Damn, you can do whatever I say, what a good dog!

The two chatted for a while, and Ali was just about to take Tang An to dine together, when the servant hurriedly ran in and said, "Young master, the big thing is not good, Jechile sent someone to invite you and your honorable lord to go." ”

Honorable lord, of course, it is Tang An. For this obviously flattering title, Lord Tang has always given him an encouraging look.

With a hint of a sly smile, Tang An muttered, "Lao Tzu has been waiting for you for a long time..."

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When it came to the felt bag of Jechile, the proud Hun changed his previous arrogance and personally poured a bowl of mare's milk wine for Tang An, and his ugly and rough face was replaced by a smile like a spring breeze. It's just that when his face with obvious Hun characteristics and a hypocritical smile are matched together, it is as ugly as it is.

Tang An knew that he had believed in his "identity", after all, not everyone could do such a thing as predicting the life and death of others. So he sat down with a big sword, and asked lukewarmly, "I don't know what Lord Jechiel is doing when he comes to us?" ”

Tang An was full of might, and Ali's status also rose with the tide, and he even learned Tang An's tone and translated the original words in a negative way.

If anyone had dared to speak to him in such an manner, he would have been cut down by Jechire's temper. However, after seeing the "magic technique" of the "Central Plains Shaman", Jechile had already lost his temper, and even said a little flatteringly: "Lord Shaman, a few days ago, it was Jechile who had no eyes and neglected you, please don't mind." ”

Tang An lifted Erlang's legs, looked up at the ceiling and said: "How dare I, I am just a wanderer who has left his hometown, and there is a difference of 108,000 miles between his identity and adults, and my lord's words can torment me!" ”

Such an attitude proves that the "shaman" is obviously still haunted by what happened at the beginning. Jechile knelt down on one knee, took out a delicate wooden box from his arms, and said, "Lord Shaman, the warriors of the Huns have the determination to dare to take responsibility. It was all my fault for being arrogant and rude to you in the first place, please punish me! ”

Tang An made a look, and Ali took the wooden box with his hand and started heavily. When you open it, you can see that it is full of colorful gemstones! Blue agate, green crystal, red gemstone...... The colorful colors made Ali dazzled.

Tang An waved his hand lazily and said, "You can take it." ”

Just one action made Jechile's understanding of him can't help but raise a few points: in the face of such a generous courtesy, this shaman is definitely the master who has seen a big scene, and he will definitely not be a liar!

Thinking of this, Jechile gritted his teeth and said, "Since the shaman disdains to do it, let me, the guilty one, punish himself!" ”

"Smack!"

As soon as the words fell, a resounding slap spread throughout the felt bag. Jechile was hard enough on himself to slap him!

Jechile is a well-known ruthless man in Dima City, he is cruel enough to others, and the same is true to himself, four or five slaps in a row without any moisture, and the crisp slap sound is unusually loud, Ali on the side feels like a slap on his face, and he can't help but let out a "hiss".

As if moved by Jerchile's sincerity, Tang An was finally "moved", locked the former's wrist with a shocked face, and said, "My lord, what are you going to do here?" ”

Jechile looked resolute and said, "Those who dare to admit their mistakes are the real warriors." Jechile was blind and mistook the shaman for a charlatan, and deserved to be punished. Please let go, or Jechile will be at peace in his heart! ”

Tang Anxin sneered, this guy was thick on the outside and fine on the inside, and he saw that he was a "capable person", so he was impressed by himself. What's more, Bayegu's death proves that the "great omen" he mentioned before has been fulfilled, involving his own net worth and life, how can he not be careful to look at his face and behave?

If you can change your mind and help him "escape", the cost of these slaps is indeed negligible.

Tang An cooperated and put on an extremely touched appearance, and said "ashamed": "Lord Jechile, you are too narrow-minded. I have been touched by your sincerity, please accept my sincerest apologies. ”

"No, no, I should apologize." Jechile was overjoyed, and hurriedly grabbed Tang An's arm, let him into the chair draped in tiger skin in the felt bag, and said, "From today onwards, you are the most honored guest of Jechile!" ”

Ali was dumbfounded, he had long known that Tang An was mysterious enough, but even if he wanted to break his head, he couldn't even imagine that even Jerchle would be impressed by him. Look at the demeanor of this deputy city lord, it seems that he has lowered his figure, and even has some flattery.

Tang An was not polite, he sat down on the main seat with a grin, and frowned: "Lord Jechile..."

Jerchile, who had communicated with him many times, understood his Chinese name, and waved his hand again and again: "It is my greatest shame that you finally heard the word 'adult' - how can I be worthy?" I should call you 'Adult'! If the shaman doesn't mind, he can call me by my name, and that would be my greatest honor as a believer. ”

After listening to Ali's translation, Tang An smiled and said, "Okay, Brother Jerchile. I understand what you're worried about right now, and the other day I did calculate that you would be doomed in the near future, but you should also know that such an unethical thing as snooping on the heavens is often accompanied by great danger. And there is a way of reincarnation, and heaven is impermanent, and I can't understand it all. ”