When the wolf guards heard this, they were all furious. His mother, what does it matter to me that your Fu King is dead?Why do you come here and insist that one of us did it, and bring so many heavily armed soldiers?

Is this a clear attempt to drive us out?

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The man from King Fu's personal guard shook his head again: "No! I saw with my own eyes that the assassin who had killed King Fu was dressed in black, with only one pair of eyes exposed. Now, the group of people you are talking about are wearing only a big pair of pants on their bodies, where can they be dressed in black?"

Hu Kuan hesitated for a moment, and then said, "How do you know that the assassin won't throw away the black clothes after killing King Fu?"

The man still shook his head: "Sect Leader Hu, I don't think that this group of people who only wear big pants actually have a place to hide a black night suit!"

Hu Kuan couldn't help but be annoyed when he heard this, and glared at him angrily: "Then what do you say it should be?"

The man smiled and said unhurriedly: "It is already a fact that the prince is dead, and now we want to catch the real murderer, not perfunctory." It doesn't matter if you catch the wrong person, it's a big deal to be beheaded by King Fu's father, Dingyuan Hou!"

Hu Kuan continued to stiffen his neck: "How do you know that he didn't take off his black clothes and hide after killing someone?"

The man smiled, with a sneering smile on his face: "I just want to know, where did this group of poor soldiers who usually only wear a big pair of pants come from, dressed in black?

Rao is Hu Kuan is scheming, and he is also stammering at this time, and he doesn't know how to deal with it for a while.

After a long time, Hu Kuan reluctantly said, "Perhaps, someone else temporarily handed it to them from the outside, right?"

The man from the pro-guard team smiled: "Sect Leader Hu, what you say is always very reasonable!

Hu Kuan didn't know that he was satirizing himself. But for the sake of face, he could only hold on and say: "That's right! The person who assassinated King Fu is extremely insidious and cunning, we must not take it lightly!"

The man from the pro-guard team smiled again: "Sect Leader Hu, I still have one more question. When we found King Fu's body, there were four dead men dressed in black lying next to his body. I can swear to heaven that our prince will not have any martial arts at all. So, of course, those four people dressed in black would not have been killed by the prince. The question is strange here: those people in black are going to kill the prince, or are they going to save the prince? If they are killing the prince, why do they die there? If they are to save the prince, why are they covered in black and covering their faces?"

Hu Kuan's face changed even more. It's just that he is cunning and cunning, and quickly replied: "Maybe it's because they are the shadow guards of the prince?"

The shadow guard is a kind of personal guard that is rare in the Empire. This kind of guard usually doesn't meet with others.,Every day it's hidden in a place that is not easy to be discovered.,Silently guarding the master.。 No matter day or night, wind, frost, rain and snow, there will always be a group of shadow guards silently on duty, guarding the master who gives them a high salary.

The man from the pro-guard snorted: "Impossible! Our prince acts above board, and he doesn't need a shadow guard at all!"

Hu Kuan: "...... All right. Let's not talk about this for now. I'll tell you, the suspect of the assassin is here, do you catch it or not?!"

While they were talking, Ling Ye kept staring at them coldly. Although he didn't speak, the coldness in his eyes froze at least several times if he could freeze a person.

King Fu's shadow guard does not exist, how the black-clothed and masked killer died, he Ling Ye understands very clearly - because, that is what he killed!

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In the first half of the night, when everyone was tired and hungry and began to fall asleep, a dark shadow slowly approached Ling Ye's side and quietly shouted: "Ling Ye!"

Ling Ye had already been awakened by the sound of his footsteps, and sat up to look at the other party.

Under the dim light of the stars and moon, this person was wrapped in black, and his body was still wrapped in a cloud of black gas, and he couldn't see his body and physiognomy, and he couldn't determine where it was sacred.

The only thing Ling Ye thought of was his mother's, this damn guy is here again!

"Huh. After the black shadow flashed past the killer several times in the night, his eyes stared at him sharply: "Is this the only thing you have?"

Ling Ye stopped and snorted: "I don't have time to practice!"

The black shadow smiled faintly, raised his hand and beckoned: "Come with me!" said and turned his head, without looking at him, and ran quickly.

Ling Ye hesitated slightly, then chased after him. People definitely didn't come to kill themselves, and if they were, they would have died a long time ago!

The two of them ran one after the other for a long time. Ling Ye found that the man's running footprints were from a distance, and then slowly left from King Fu's residence, and then ran back wildly, intercepting Ling Ye, and then stopped and watched him run.

Ling Ye also stopped and stared at him coldly: "Looking for death?" or begging for mercy?"

The man smiled again: "Neither!"

He paused and said, "I don't want to talk to you more nonsense. Young man, you just need to understand that you are dying now, you know?"

Midnight: "...... What do you mean by that?"

The man said coldly: "Think about it yourself, why did Hu Kuan let you go during the day?"

Ling Ye snorted, but did not speak. He was indeed full of suspicions, but he just didn't want to say it first.

The man stared at Ling Ye and smiled again: "If you don't understand, think slowly." Now, it's better to come with me!"

The man walked away. Ling Ye thought for a moment and left with him. The footsteps of both men were soft, and the place where they spoke was far away from where most of them were camping, and no one noticed it.

The man wasn't going far. After going around, the man took Ling Ye to the side of King Fu's tent.

It was late at night, when most people were sleeping soundly. It stands to reason that the big fat pig of King Fu should have slept a long time ago.

This is not the case. Ling Ye saw that the two soldiers who were supposed to be standing in front of King Fu's tent to guard were both on the ground at this moment. The tent was not quiet, but there were voices coming out of it, as if someone was struggling in pain.

Ling Ye stretched out his finger and poked a small hole in the camp tent, and in a moment, everything in the camp came into view—the fat pig-like Fu Wang was lying on the ground, his limbs were twitching, and the corners of his mouth were foaming at the mouth, and he couldn't speak. Beside him, four men dressed in black and covered with scarves stood, stared at King Fu cruelly and cruelly.

One of them smiled and said, "King Fu, you have done enough in this world, go to hell and continue!"