"Fei Li, what do you mean by that?" Nangong Shan was shocked when he heard this.

"Since Commander Xiao put down the note in that Taoist temple, so far he has only seen four corpses, and none of the centurions have returned to the city office, I am afraid that the rest of the people will also be more auspicious."

"Hiss"

gasped, Nangong Shan didn't realize this.

But Xiao Wuji seemed to have known for a long time that he was expressionless at this time, and he just wanted to find out the traitor.

"And twelve more." He said this in despair.

"Why, are you still sticking to your latent plan?" Nangong Shan asked rhetorically.

Seeing that he was stunned, Lin Tianchong couldn't help but persuade him: "Commander Xiao, I know you are very angry, how can we not be the same, since it is certain that the information has been leaked, it is better to give up this hidden plan for the safety of the centurion." ”

As if his strength had been drained, Xiao Wuji stood up, shook his body a few times, and said weakly:

"Everything is up to the prince!"

He gave up!

Xiao Wuji admits that this plan failed!

"That being the case, according to the military order set by Commander Xiao, in the future, the affairs in the army will be decided by the king alone, including the dispatch and use of the Black Dragon Guard." Nangong Mountain was a little proud.

Closing his eyes, Xiao Wuji was in the mood to fight for any military power at this time.

He sat back in his chair in a gloomy manner, only hoping that the remaining twelve people would have survivors, otherwise he would return to Jinglin and face Nangong Ding without shame.

While a few people were talking, the guards came to report.

"Report to the prince, ...... outside," the guard didn't seem to dare to say.

"In front of the prince, what are you doing?" Seeing this, Yu Guangli angrily reprimanded.

These guards were all city defense troops, and he didn't want to leave a bad impression on Nangong Mountain.

"Lao Hong, the coffin shop, pulled twelve coffins outside, saying that he was entrusted by the people of the city government to deliver the coffins today."

The guard replied stiffly.

"What?" When everyone heard this, they were all stunned.

"Coffin? Which of you ordered? Nangong Mountain looked around at everyone.

There was no answer.

"Yu Guangli, is there such a thing?" Nangong Shan could only ask by name.

"Back to the prince, the last general didn't let people buy a coffin."

"Wait." Li Feibai Huo Ran stood up, pretending to be a little frightened: "Coffin? Or twelve? ”

"This ...... Isn't that exactly the number of centurions left? ”

Hearing Li Feibai's words, Xiao Wuji's eyes suddenly shot out of a fine light, and his figure rushed out of the city office.

Outside the city office, an old man with gray hair and a gorgeous costume, with twelve carts behind him, pulling twelve coffins, stood in place and waited.

He is Lao Hong, the owner of the coffin shop.

Usually, the coffin is delivered by the guy in the store, but today it was ordered by the city government, so he personally sent it over.

"倏"

A figure flew out, Xiao Wuji couldn't help but say, "Bang Bang" and opened all the coffin lids.

Lao Hong reacted and hurriedly stepped forward to stop: "This military master, who are you?" ”

Ignoring him at all, Xiao Wuji ran to each coffin and glanced at it.

Really!

It contained the corpses of the remaining twelve centurions.

The body took a few steps back, and Xiao Wuji's eyes were blank.

"Hehe, hehe, hehe."

Suddenly, he laughed, and the laughter seemed unusually sad under this cloudy sky.

"Ahh

He raised his hands high, looked up to the sky and roared, and a line of tears flowed from his eyes.

"Poof"

Suddenly, a mouthful of blood spat out of his mouth, Xiao Wuji fell to the ground, unconscious.

"Commander Xiao, Commander Xiao......" The guard hurriedly stepped forward and carried him down.

Lao Hong was stunned on the side!

Everyone rushed to the outside of the city office, and when they saw Xiao Wuji being carried down, they were all full of doubts.

"What's going on?" Nangong Shan asked.

Lin Tianchong saw that the twelve coffins were opened, and he quickly stepped forward to take a look.

Then he returned to Nangong Mountain's side with a solemn face: "It's the corpses of twelve centurions!" ”

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Chapter 187: The Last Twelve Corpses

There was a sudden silence for a quarter of an hour.

Only Li Feibai secretly said in his heart: You kill one person in my Thousand City Pavilion, and I will kill you twenty centurions, fair!

"Someone, take this person down!" Nangong Shan ordered to break the deathly silence in the field.

The guards rushed up and controlled Lao Hong.

"Military ...... Master Jun, why is that? Old decay is wronged! Lao Hong was so frightened that he couldn't stand.

"Say, what's the matter with these corpses?" Yu Guangli stepped forward and asked.

"I don't know, I really don't. When the coffin went out, it was obviously empty, how did it get here, there were corpses inside, and the old man really didn't know it at all! Lao Hong explained with a sad face.

The coffin was on the cart, and the weight of an extra corpse was difficult for the person pushing it to detect.

"Nonsense! Could it be that the ghosts are haunting? Yu Guangli slapped Lao Hong.

"Who told you to send the coffin?" Li Feibai also stood up and asked.

"Isn't it from the city government?"

"We didn't buy the coffin." Li Feibai said.

"That'...... The man wore the clothes of the city guards, gave the old man a hundred taels, and said that the coffin would be sent to the city office this morning, and they would bury the dead soldiers, and the old man was just acting on orders. Lao Hong tried his best to explain.

"By the way, I still have the silver taels that the man gave me, and the note left behind." Lao Hong took out a note from his arms.

It reads: The city government is small and five collects!

"Those guys in my shop can testify to this, please check it out!"

Yu Guangli stepped forward, took the silver two and the note, and respectfully handed it to Nangong Mountain.

"You said the coffin was empty when you went out?" Li Feibai continued to ask.

"Yes."

"Have you ever left your eyes halfway?"

"The coffin is a heavy object, and it is regarded as an ominous thing, we did not take the avenue, but there was a break to drink tea on the way, and I was afraid that there would be tea time when we left."

Hearing this, Li Feibai nodded.

"Lord Wang, let him go, the facts are very clear, the people of Qiancheng Pavilion pretended to be the guards of the city government, went to the coffin shop to order twelve coffins, and on the way to transport, they took the opportunity to put twelve corpses into the coffin to demonstrate to us. The person was completely unaware. ”

Helpless, Nangong Shan could only wave his hand and let the guards let Lao Hong and the others go.

In fact, how can there be so many strange things in this world, and the methods of Qiancheng Pavilion are not so powerful, and they can quietly put the corpse into twelve coffins in less than a cup of tea, without people discovering it.

"Thank you, thank you."

Lao Hong thanked him and left with his subordinates, with an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth.

Everything is very simple, Lao Hong is also the person who hides in Baijiang in Qiancheng Pavilion.

The twenty centurions were all killed in less than half a day after Zhao Qiancheng received the order given by Li Feibai.

The corpse could not leave the city, so it was placed in Lao Hong's coffin shop, so there were all kinds of corpses thrown before.

Of course, Xiao Wu did pretend to be someone from the city government and went to order a coffin, in order to let the guys in the store testify for Lao Hong.

But before departure, the body was already in the coffin.

Chapter 187: The Last Twelve Corpses