Seeing King Yun take the dark black wooden box from Yu Zhouwan's hand, Zhuang Mengdie also supported the armrests on both sides of the chair with both hands, and slowly stood up, wanting to see what the mysterious person who broke into King Yun's mansion had sent to King Yun.

King Yun opened the dark black wooden box in his hand, only to see a gray human head facing up, placed in a wooden box filled with lime, when Yu Zhouwan and King Yun saw clearly that this head was the head of King Yun's mansion - Zhang Yu, they couldn't help but change their faces.

As a result, all the secret guards sent by King Yun to assassinate Zhuang Fuyao have been killed, and the head of the head of the secret guard has been sent to King Yun's mansion in a box to demonstrate.

As soon as the wooden box was opened, a bloody smell filled the entire dormitory, Zhuang Mengdie smelled this bloody smell, the food and medicine she had eaten in the morning were churning in her stomach, her face was pale, she resisted the urge to vomit on the spot, and asked in a trembling voice: "This, who is this?"

However, Zhuang Mengdie's question was not answered by anyone, and at the suggestion of King Yun, Yu Zhouwan lifted Zhang Yu's head and studied the incision on his neck with King Yun.

Zhuang Mengdie looked at the head that was lifted, his face was gray, his eyes were wide and bulging out, even if the person had been dead for a long time, he could still see the huge horror on his face before he died.

The fracture at the neck was smooth and flat, and it was obvious that the whole head had been cut off cleanly with a single sword, and the blood stains below had already dried up, mixed with lime powder, which had been frozen hard in this cold weather.

"This is the head of the secret guard sent by this king to assassinate Zhuang Fuyao. King Yun took a deep breath and finally answered the question Zhuang Mengdie asked just now.

"That'...... He, he was killed by Zhuang Mengdie, cough cough...... Send the head to the Yunwang Mansion to demonstrate?" Zhuang Mengdie asked with a surprised face, and couldn't stop coughing after asking.

King Yun was silent, he looked at Zhang Yu's head with a solemn face, Zhuang Mengdie has been Lin Yuanxiao with martial arts since she was a child, and she is talented and intelligent, and she has learned Lin Yuanxiao's swordsmanship by seven or eight points at a young age. But the secret guards he sent this time were all carefully selected, and they were the most outstanding in King Yun's Mansion. Even if Zhuang Fuyao is good at swordsmanship, in the face of more than a dozen masters, she can still kill the enemy so freely?

And after destroying more than a dozen secret guards, he sent Zhang Yu's head to the palace to demonstrate, and even Yu Zhouwan, who has always boasted of his light achievements, couldn't catch up?

Zhuang Fuyao, who is young, can be so capable?

King Yun held the wooden box with a gloomy face, he really couldn't believe that Zhuang Fuyao in his early twenties had reached such a state.

Just when King Yun was about to hand the wooden box to Yu Zhouwan and ask him to go to Haosheng to settle Zhang Yu, he suddenly found that the lime powder placed in the wooden box was a little yellow.

"Wait!" he immediately stopped and was about to take the wooden box, waiting for Yu Zhouwan to put Zhang Yu's head into the box again.

"Father-in-law, did you see anything unusual?" Yu Zhouwan's outstretched hand suddenly froze in the air, he looked at King Yun with a solemn face, and asked.

King Yun didn't answer Yu Zhouwan's words, and he didn't have time to care about Zhuang Mengdie, who was already walking with difficulty, and came to the side of him, he hesitated for a moment, but still stretched out his finger in the lime powder in the wooden box, and gently flicked the exposed light yellow place.

Sure enough, with King Yun's movements, a piece of light yellow paper was revealed under the lime powder, and King Yun picked up the piece of light yellow paper, flicked the lime powder on it, and unfolded it. sweet potato

On the scrap of paper were the words written in blood: Whoever breaks his promise, die!

With just a few words, Zhuang Mengdie's back was dripping with cold sweat, as if a cold knife had been placed on her neck.

These words written in blood, each stroke is strong and heroic, sharp, and powerful through the back of the paper. Every stroke is like a sharp blade that can kill, and it is clearly placed in front of you.

This note, Zhuang Mengdie saw it for the first time, but at this moment she had already guessed who the owner of this note was, and the owner of this note was not Zhuang Fuyao, but Zhuang Fuyao's biological father Lin Yuanxiao.

Zhuang Mengdie looked at the blood book full of warnings and threats in King Yun's hand, and remembered the letter that fell out of King Yun's wide sleeves that night in King Yun's mansion, folded and put on the head of his bed when King Yun fell asleep.

What Zhuang Mengdie could think of, King Yun naturally wouldn't have thought of it, his hand holding the blood book couldn't help but tremble slightly, no wonder he could kill the secret guard he carefully selected so freely with the power of one person, no wonder the fatal wound was so clean and neat, and no wonder Yu Zhouwan, who was outstanding in light skills, couldn't catch up with him.

"Lin, Lin Yuanxiao, he's not dead yet!" King Yun's face turned ugly for a moment, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and his trembling hand squeezed the piece of blood into the palm of his hand.

"Father-in-law is saying that the figure that Zhou Wan chased out was Lin Yuanxiao?" Yu Zhouwan couldn't help but ask when he heard King Yun's words. Yu Zhouwan was originally a native of the rivers and lakes, so naturally he heard the people of the rivers and lakes talk about Lin Yuanxiao, but he didn't expect that Lin Yuanxiao was not only outstanding in swordsmanship, but also so good at light skills.

"Lin Yuanxiao hadn't been buried with the coffin of the mother emperor, how could it be that day when he saw the craftsman inject molten iron into it and seal it...... How could it be ......" Although Zhuang Mengdie had already guessed that the blood book was from Lin Yuanxiao's hand, when he heard King Yun say that Lin Yuanxiao was not dead, he couldn't help but be shocked. If Lin Yuanxiao insisted on seeking revenge, not only King Yun, but also Zhuang Feiyu would not be spared.

Once Lin Yuanxiao gets rid of King Yun, then his next target will most likely be himself or Zhuang Feiyu.

King Yun no longer had time to listen to what Yu Zhouwan and Zhuang Mengdie asked, let alone answer their questions, his hands under his sleeves were clenched into fists tightly, and he couldn't see the green tendons bulging, but he could hear the crackling sound of his knuckles making a "titika".

"Someone!" King Yun shouted loudly outside the dormitory, and at the same time flipped the wooden box that had been picked up by Yu Zhouwan to the ground.

The wooden box fell to the ground, the lime powder flew out, Zhuang Mengdie coughed lightly, and waved her sleeves to sweep away the lime powder and retreated.

After King Yun shouted, the guards on duty outside the dormitory immediately lined up in two rows, holding long knives and standing upright, waiting for King Yun's fate.

"Zhou Wan, you immediately take someone to the imperial mausoleum, open the mausoleum of Empress Zhuang to see if Lin Yuanxiao's body is still there, and bring his body back to the palace for the king to regain his life. King Yun told Yu Zhou in a deep voice.

"Yes, Father. ”

Yu Zhouwan immediately responded, then leaned over to pick up the wooden box on the ground, and handed the wooden box and the head of Zhang Yu in his hand to a guard standing in the front row.