Wang Chunhai is a military general, and his temper is not good. The woman he had sent to Gao Wei's side just now was killed, and the list he gave to the Dark Pavilion was now rejected by the people in the Dark Pavilion. When did he receive this? Now he doesn't fight, but he is a general, and when is he not going anywhere, others have to provide for him? If he says a word, many people have to follow him, and everyone else has to listen to him. Now this dark pavilion actually rejected him unceremoniously, and his tone was cold, and he wasted his superb spiritual tea, which was spiritual tea! It was something he had been asking for from his old boss for a long time. Now he was actually drunk a big glass by this guy, and the most important thing is that this guy actually doesn't do anything!

"Once you take the order, you have to get things done. Otherwise, you should never think of any shadow in any corner of the Ming Empire!" Wang Chunhai's guest hall was placed with a sharp sword, which was the weapon he used to fight back then, and the ones he had seen and killed were some enemy soldiers, of course, there were also some of his own people who opposed him, "I will do what I say, in the imperial capital of the imperial city, I Wang Chunhai still has the number one!"

The black-cloaked figure was silent for a long time, not speaking. The guest hall was suddenly quiet and weird, Wang Chunhai pointed his sword at the black cloaked man, and the black cloaked man gently raised his hand and took off the hat he had touched, revealing his hideous face.

There was a long scar on this face, and half of the face was no longer visible. I really can't find a single adjective to describe the horror of this face. But hideous, definitely the only adjective suitable to describe this face. Coupled with his smile, it was even more hideous and terrifying.

"Wang Chunhai, do you remember me?" the figure under the black cloak took off his hat and said with a smile, "Twenty years ago, it was also this sword. You pointed at me and stabbed me hard. It crossed most of my face on my face! Now that I think about it, the wound still aches faintly!"

Wang Chunhai was shocked for a while, and as soon as his hand was loosened, the sword fell to the ground. His eyes were wide open, and he couldn't close his mouth. He collapsed to the ground as soon as his feet were weak, pointed to the hideous face of the man in the black cloak, and said in horror after a long time: "You, you, you, how can it be you? You are obviously dead! I killed you with my own hands back then, you will not have a chance to survive, and no one can survive that kind of injury!"

The black-cloaked man smiled, "Yes, forty-two sharp swords penetrate the body, and they are frantically strangled in the human body, and it is impossible for anyone to survive! But I just survived, and God refused to accept me! I just survived." At that time, I only had one breath to hang my life, and I thought I was going to die. But I didn't expect this breath to hang for 20 years! Twenty years, these 20 years have passed! I thought that this was the end of my life, but the pavilion master found me. I want revenge, but I'm a dead person, even if I come back to life now, everyone thinks that I was dead back then, right?" he bent down slightly, and continued in a gloomy tone, "So you should be glad that I won't kill you, if it weren't for the fear of causing some big shock, then I wouldn't have told you this, you'd have died a long time ago." ”

Standing up straight, the black-cloaked man smiled faintly and said, "I'm here today for office work, so I won't talk to you about the past anymore." But if you'd like to come and play with me, I wouldn't mind playing with you. I have time at any time!" After finishing speaking, the man in the black cloak glanced at the old butler lightly, snorted coldly, and said: "But I have not been comfortable in the past 20 years! Now that I have found you, why don't I come back with some interest first? In the future, I will come to you again to collect the capital! But today, forget it!"

After saying that, he made a gentle eagle talon gesture, and the sharp sword on the ground was immediately sucked into the black cloaked man's hand. I saw that the black-cloaked man waved it lightly and threw it to the ground. Turning around, he once took the hat from his cloak. One step out, it is already a hundred steps away, and this is a magical power that shrinks the ground into inches. In the blink of an eye, the black-cloaked man had disappeared without a trace, and there was no trace of him again.

Wang Chunhai sat paralyzed on the ground, came back to his senses for a long time, stood up with a tremble, sat tremblingly on the chair on the side, picked up the cup of tea, his body kept shaking, and the teacup and the lid of the teacup kept trembling and making a sound.

"He, he, it's him, he's back, he's not dead!" Wang Chunhai kept saying, "He didn't die, he actually survived after that battle! This, how is this possible? How can anyone survive after such a battle? This, how is this possible?"

He really couldn't figure it out, and he didn't want to believe that this person wasn't dead. But the fact that this happened in front of his eyes would not deceive him, he did not die, not only did he not die, but he was alive and well, even stronger than he was back then. They are no longer on the same level!

"Old, sir, who is that?" said the old butler in horror, he really did not think of why this man's strength was so strong. Although he knew that this person's strength would be very strong, he really didn't expect it to be so powerful. The master's strength is at the seventh level, and this person's strength is probably already at the eighth level, right? This is not a level person at all! Could it be that his master had provoked such a person back then? Listening to what they said, it seems that there is still some deep hatred between these two people?

"This person," Wang Chunhai smiled bitterly, "Actually, you also know this person." We were all involved in the rounding up of him. I thought he was dead, not only me, but even the one above thought he was dead. It's just that we were all wrong, and he didn't die at all. Now, he's back. Speaking of this, Wang Chunhai turned his head to look at the old butler, "He is the general of Longcheng back then-Sun Feihu!"

The old housekeeper was also startled at the time, and before he could speak, a burst of blood gushed out from his neck, spraying it on Wang Chunhai's face. Immediately afterwards, the old butler fell to the ground with his eyes wide open, and could not get up again.

Wang Chunhai sat there stunned and shook his head gently, "Sure enough, you won't let us go, right?"

After some time, there was news from within the Empire. General Zuo Wang Chunhai hanged himself at home, suspected of suicide!