Chapter 972: The Mysterious Beggar

On this cold night, when the water was freezing and dripping into ice, she was wearing a tulle shirt. The long black hair pouring from the waterfall was combed to the side, revealing most of her delicate face.

The old butler was stunned, and he looked straight at the woman.

The woman smiled at her, and then walked over slowly.

The old butler froze, and his eyes looked straight at the woman. He forgot about himself and about the danger. At this moment, a sharp dagger had been plunged deep into the back of the old butler's heart.

Lord Wang of the military department has rushed over at some point. He stood behind the old butler, still holding a bloody dagger in his hand.

The old butler fell to the ground, he knelt down a few steps, and hugged the woman's legs violently: "I...... I know you......"

The woman smiled characteristically: "It's because you know me that we will kill you." ”

The old butler looked up at the woman, and suddenly a strange smile appeared on his face.

Lord Wang suddenly flew up and kicked the old butler out.

The old butler's body slammed against the courtyard wall.

The old butler fell to the ground, writhed twice, and then died.

The woman glanced at the old butler's corpse, looked at Lord Wang of the military department, and smiled distinctly: "Are you jealous?"

Lord Wang had a cold face and snorted in his nose.

The woman grabbed Lord Wang's hand violently, and said coquettishly: "People are joking, are you really angry?" The woman spoke, and suddenly took out a colorful sugar cube from her arms: "Eat a piece of candy to dissipate your anger." ”

Lord Wang chewed on the candy cube, and a smile slowly appeared on his face.

Under the hazy moonlight, the woman's delicate little face suddenly became hideous and terrifying.

Lord Wang had sensed that something was wrong, for he suddenly found that his tongue was completely numb.

"You...... You ......" Lord Wang's speech was already slurred.

The woman looked at Lord Wang's distorted old face and sneered, "Do you really think that I will like you?"

Lord Wang glared at the woman, he wanted to speak, but he couldn't.

The woman sighed: "You are smart for a lifetime, and you are confused for a while." How can I like you, a big girl?"

Lord Wang's fat body was trembling violently, and he wanted to speak, but his mouth could only make a whining sound.

The woman smiled characteristically: "The famous Lord Wang will also fall for women." Do you think that little silver can buy my heart?"

Lord Wang's mouth was wide open, his eyes bulging out, he covered his neck with his hands, and a sharp hissing sound came out of his throat.

The woman sighed and walked out slowly.

The moon in heaven has been obscured by dark clouds.

As soon as the woman turned the moon gate, she disappeared without a trace.

The Lord of the War has fallen. When he died, his eyes were still wide open.

The news of the violent death of Lord Wang of the military department has spread throughout the imperial city. The streets and alleys, teahouses and wine shops, are all talking about this matter.

Escape Building. An old southern guest looked at his companion with drunken eyes. His companion was a big man with a black face.

The black-faced man did not squint, he was concentrating on drinking and eating.

The old southern guest stretched his waist, and his arm touched a man's chest.

Behind the old southern guest stood a young man in white at some point. The man in white lowered his head and stared blankly at his slender fingers. His fingers were pale, his nails were long, and it was the middle of winter, but he still had a sandalwood paper fan in his hand.

As soon as the old southern guest turned around, the sandalwood paper fan unfolded violently.

A flash of white light.

The old southern guest fell straight down. As soon as he fell, he stopped breathing.

The black-faced man was stunned.

The man in white looked at the black-faced man with an indifferent expression.

The black-faced man's heart tightened, and a chill crawled above his head from his heels in an instant.

The black-faced man stared at his eyes, his face full of horror.

The man in white suddenly smiled.

The black-faced man stepped back, and he bumped into a table, three chairs.

The black-faced man turned around sharply and fled from the building screaming. He ran and shouted hysterically.

In the garbage heap on the corner of the street, an unkempt beggar with a stinking body stretched his waist, yawned, and sat up slowly.

The black-faced man was already running towards the corner. The beggar picked up a piece of rotten vegetable root casually, and with a flick of his index finger, the rotten vegetable root shot out like lightning, impartially, and hit the sleeping hole of the black-faced man.

The black-faced man collapsed on the corner.

Twilight. Escape Building.

The setting sun shines through the large, wide windows. In the past, now is the time when it is full of friends and very lively. Today is different. As the sun set, it suddenly became dark in the Xiaoyao Building. There is no sound in a huge restaurant, let alone a trace of anger. There was silence all around. The whole building, the whole street, seemed to have become a tomb.

Late at night. There are few cold stars.

In the distance, there was already a scattered sound of more bang.

On the dark street corner, there was a sudden bright light, and there was a faint sound of footsteps. It didn't take much effort, and a person turned out of the street corner like a ghost. The man was carrying a bright red lantern in his hand. The hazy light shone on his face. This person's face was full of dirt, and he couldn't distinguish his facial features. This man turned out to be the beggar who slept on the street corner during the day.

The beggar carried the big red lantern, bent over, and walked straight towards the Xiaoyao Tower.

The door of the building was hidden. The beggar stretched out his hand covered in mud and nudged it gently. The moment the door opened, a chill rushed over me.

The beggar shuddered, and he walked in with a shrunken neck.

A large red lantern hung on the staircase, and the red light illuminated the hall hazy. There was a table of eight immortals in the hall, and the table was full of steaming wine and food.

Wine is good wine, food is good food! Next to the table, there is a Taishi chair carved with dragons and phoenixes.

The beggar put his hands on his hands and looked around, and he found that there was nothing left in a huge hall except a table and a chair.

The cold wind blew in through the doors and windows, the red lanterns shook gently, and a faint red light reflected in the hall. This hall not only looks weird, but also eerie.

The beggar suddenly walked towards the table of the Eight Immortals. The table is full of delicacies from the mountains and seas, and the aroma is overflowing.

The wind, swept in through the broken window paper, making an eerie whistling sound.

The beggar sat down slowly, and sat on the expensive and luxurious Taishi chair. He opened a jar of wine and poured himself a full bowl of wine. At this moment, a pale hand, slowly reaching out, gently rested on the beggar's shoulder.

The beggar's gaze narrowed, and he slowly lowered his head, and was greeted by a bloodless palm with long fingernails. As soon as the beggar turned around, he saw a pale face.

This face, too, is not bloody.

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