The little guy in Tsing Yi looked indifferent, and replied unhurriedly: "The general's martial arts are world-famous, if you don't use poison, the kid will never be sure to take the general's life." ”

"We've tried everything with silver needles. Zhang Yong muttered, as if he couldn't accept everything that was happening in front of him, and couldn't accept that those elite guards who followed him in a hundred battles died so unexplained.

"Not all poisons in this world are tried with silver needles. Chen An, a young man in Tsing Yi, had a faint smile on his face, and his tone was relaxed like a good student answering his questions in a private school.

"Haha, it's ridiculous to think that I am Zhang Yong Hero I, and finally planted in the hands of your little doll. Zhang Yong intended to temporarily suppress the poison, but found that the poison was extremely domineering, and it could not be suppressed at all while consuming his vitality, and he could not suppress it at all, so he forcibly swallowed a mouthful of reverse blood, and laughed miserably: "By the way, just now you said that your name is Chen An? I really didn't expect that the famous Secret Division Killing God was actually a little doll." ”

Chen An still had a warm smile on his face: "As the so-called ambition is not old, General Zhang, Mrs. Zun and Ling Lang are already waiting for you on Huangquan Road, and the lower officials kindly remind you not to make them wait for a long time." ”

"You ......" Zhang Yong was inexplicably shocked when he heard it, and there was a cramping pain in his heart, and the toxicity in his body could no longer be suppressed and rushed straight to his heart. He knew that he would not be able to avoid giving up resistance today, so he laughed loudly, and his laughter was as bad as a cuckoo crying blood: "Good, good, good, I think I, Zhang Yong, have done my best for this Great Zhou world all my life, but I ended up being wiped out, and it was really a cunning rabbit and a dead lackey." Now that you have laid a net of heaven and earth, I am determined to be in the midst of catastrophe, so let me teach you the world-famous poisonous skills. ”

As soon as his voice fell, he spread his hands and pounced on Chen An.

Chen An seemed to have been prepared, and shouted in a low voice: "Take it", and then slid to the side. The black-clothed people around him moved in response, raising the sharp blades in their hands and slashing at Zhang Yong.

But he didn't want Zhang Yongren to change his moves in mid-air, so he slapped his right hand into a palm and backhanded at Chen An's vest.

Chen An was not ambiguous, and a white light danced from the short knife in his hand and slashed towards Zhang Yong's palm. Zhang Yong saw the white mangs piercing, but he didn't dodge or dodge.

There was a "clang", and what was surprising was that the result of the intersection of the palm knives was that the short knife was bent like scrap metal. Zhang Yong's figure twisted to avoid the knife shadow behind him, and a pair of fleshy palms went straight into the palace and slapped Chen An's chest.

Chen An's body was like not having half a penny, and it floated up with Zhang Yong's palm. Zhang Yong knew that he was not lucky, his palms were strong and fierce, only attacking and not defending, but he couldn't even touch the corner of Chen Anyi.

At this time, the man in black behind him chased after him, and the sword light swept towards many key points on Zhang Yong's body. Zhang Yong's face remained unchanged, and his body slid through the knife light as soon as he twisted, as if his body was coated with grease, and it was difficult to bear the force.

He staggered behind the two men in black and slapped his palm on their vests, and one of them couldn't dodge, spurting blood and flying upside down, and he lost his breath in mid-air. But this seemed to have exhausted Zhang Yong's energy, and another mouthful of black blood spit out, and his body was pierced through his chest by two sharp blades behind him.

Zhang Yong roared, his body shook violently, and the two men in black only felt that the tiger's mouth was hot, so they could no longer hold the handle of the knife, the hand holding the knife was drenched in blood, and his chest was bored for a while, and he took several steps back one after another to stabilize his body.

Chen An took the opportunity to bully him, pointed at Zhang Yongmei's heart, and then retreated. Zhang Yong, who was hit in the center of his eyebrows, immediately froze in place, and more black-clothed people pounced on him, and slashed Zhang Yong, who had already run out of oil, into several pieces before stopping.

Chen An stood in front of Zhang Yong's corpse, his face was gloomy for a while, he knew best what the effect of his soul dispersion was, although he added other drugs in order to enhance concealment and latent nature, but it was definitely a highly poisonous thing that sealed his throat with blood, and he actually killed so many of his subordinates, and he deserved to be a strong man with great internal strength and true qi.

Although the other party was a general and did not have a weapon, Chen An still believed that if the other party was not poisoned, he would definitely not be able to make three moves in his hands. The fierce general who can fight on the battlefield is really extraordinary, if he lasts for a while and a half, I am afraid that he will have to be buried with him.

"Qi Yu Guan took the adult, and the traitor Zhang Yong and his twelve people all surrendered to the law. A man in black with a slightly bloated figure, holding a bronze tiger talisman in both hands, reported to Chen An respectfully.

Temporarily reining himself, Chen An took the bronze tiger talisman that his subordinates found from Zhang Yong's corpse, checked its weight casually, and asked after confirming the authenticity: "What about our people?"

The fat man in black muttered: "Two dead and two seriously injured, Li Qing's right hand may be useless." ”

Chen An had no expression on his face, but the fat man in black felt a burst of coldness spread around him, and his hairs stood on end.

After a long time, Chen An opened his mouth and said, "Xu Yuan, after I go back this time, I will apply to Lord Tingwei to transfer you all to serve in Mingsi, how about it?"

The fat man Xu Yuan was startled, looked up at Chen An, and said carefully: "Boss, we just want to follow you behind, if you want to go to Mingsi, we will all go." ”

Chen An smiled: "Lao Xu, we are not assassin killers, but secret agents, but over the years, I have been leading you to fight and kill, and there are less than half of them left with my brother at the beginning." I was so selfish all these years that I only thought about meritorious promotion and didn't think about the feelings of my brothers. When I arrived at Mingji, not only did I not have to fight and kill, but I also had unlimited scenery, it was indeed a beautiful difference, and the merits we have accumulated now are definitely enough. ”

Xu Yuan was also moved in his heart, carefully observing the expression of his boss, and sighed: "If you can be an upright person, who is willing to do these shady jobs all day long, and the brothers support the things that the boss decides." ”

Chen An patted Xu Yuan on the shoulder, then turned to leave, ignoring the corpse on the ground, found a horse, turned over, and ran in the direction of the capital.

The remaining men in black cleaned up the corpses on the ground, took their wounded companions, and scattered.

Three days later, the whole of Upper Kyoto was discussing that Zhang Yong, the Duke of Dingguo, colluded with Rong Di and committed suicide by taking poison.

At this time, Chen Anzheng respectfully received a golden nameplate carved with a five-clawed black python from a middle-aged man in a brocade robe.

"You did a good job this time, the emperor Longyan Dayue, I specially grant you the position of the Golden Scale Medal Holy Court Zheng Wupin. You must know that you are not as weak as the crown this year, and you have achieved your current position, which can be described as the emperor's grace. ”

"Thank you, Your Majesty, Your Majesty, and thank you for your cultivation. Chen An's face was full of joy mixed with a hint of trepidation, and he thanked him.

The middle-aged man in the brocade robe was very satisfied with Chen An's performance, and said with a smile: "After this mission, you can rest for a while, and there are more difficult tasks waiting for you in the future, I hope you will be loyal to the country in the future, as for your application, I will consider it, there is no problem for those subordinates of yours to turn into Mingsi, as for you, I have other arrangements, you go down first." ”

"The subordinates retired. Chen An didn't care what position he was in, he didn't say anything about these arrangements, and bowed respectfully before turning to leave. He left the Yamen, got into a carriage, and drove all the way to the outskirts of the city. It took half an hour for the carriage to stop in front of a courtyard with four entrances. Chen An paid the fare, walked into the house, and a white-haired old servant greeted him and said respectfully: "The master is back, how are you doing lately?"

This old servant was dressed in coarse cloth clothes, really old, the few sparse white hairs on his head looked very desolate, his cheeks were thin and yellow without any blood, his ten fingers were twisted, and his bones were thick, obviously he had been twisted by a huge force, and if he met him in the middle of the night, he would think that he had met a ghost.

Chen An didn't have a half-unusual expression, because this was his mansion, and although the housing price in the center of the capital was expensive, he didn't mean that he couldn't afford it, but he was quiet by nature and didn't like to live in too prosperous places. So he set up an estate on the outskirts of the city.

Walking into the house, Chen An replied casually while combing the dust on his body with the clean water prepared by the old servant: "Everything is going well, everything is okay at home?"

The old servant grinned, "All is safe at home." ”

Chen An paused, put down the handkerchief in his hand, looked at the old servant with a smile between his eyebrows and said a strange word: "In this way, everything is going well at home?"

The old servant obviously understood what Chen An meant, and his wrinkled old face repeated a little seriously: "Everything is going well at home." ”

Chen An's eyes froze: "Okay, you go and prepare, I'll go and take a look." ”

After a while, Chen An freshened up and stopped, and changed into a dry home dress, with a blue silk jade belt on a white background wrapped around his waist, although his face was slightly immature, but he was handsome, and he was much brighter when he was dressed in this way, and he no longer looked like a yin owl when he was in the dark division.

He followed the old servant into a modest bedroom, where the neat beds were clearly his dwelling. The old servant reached out and writhed on the censer in the closet beside the bed. There was only a sound of the machine turning, and the bed slowly rose, revealing a square stone slab under the bed.

The old servant dusted off the slate, pulled out a brass ring from it, and pulled it open with all his might, revealing a passage to the ground underneath. The old servant took out an oil lamp and lit it, jumped into the passage first, and led the way for Chen An.

Chen An followed behind the old servant, without any unfamiliarity with the surrounding environment, obviously not the first time he came here.

The two of them walked for a cup of tea, and they had gone nearly two feet deep into the ground before they came to a stone room. The stone chamber is large, divided into six rooms by bluestone and thumb-thick iron columns.

The three cells on the left are shaped like prison cells, locked with three adult men with numb eyes and painful and distorted faces. One of them was skinny and bone-like, shaped like a dried corpse.

Chen An just glanced at it casually, then ignored it, and followed the old servant into the innermost stone room on the right.

It's a simple and empty place, with four walls dug into rows of grids, and there are hundreds of them as far as the eye can see. There is a ceramic bone cup in each grid, and the scene is very eerie.

Chen An didn't seem surprised by this, but just urged: "Uncle ghost, where is the thing?"

The old servant smiled strangely, and somehow pulled out a pair of deerskin gloves to put on it, and then stepped forward, took out a bone cup from a grid, opened the lid, reached inside, and found a hideous insect that kept writhing. The insect kept struggling in the hands of the ghost uncle, its eight short legs stretched and contracted, and its terrifying zigzag mouthparts swayed from side to side, which made people's hearts frightened.

Chen An frowned and questioned, "It's just such a thing, it took us three years?"

The ghost man grinned, revealing his mutilated teeth, which were much more hideous than the strange insects in his hands.

"My lord is relieved, this soul eater is the work of the old slave for half his life, and the effect will definitely satisfy you. With that, he walked out of the chamber and came to the three prisoners. Chen An also came to his side with curiosity to watch his actions.

The ghost uncle shook his hand, and threw the strange insect in his hand on the young man who didn't know how to dodge at all.