The two men's clothes were stained with the enemy's blood. They held big knives in their hands, with bloodthirsty and cold expressions, and approached Zhao Wencheng step by step.
In Zhao Wencheng's view, the strange expressions of the two people at this time were as if the Black and White Impermanence were holding a chain to lock his life.
Zhao Wencheng stepped back repeatedly and pushed the Eye Dancer towards the two men in fear.
One after another was brought out to die for him.
The noise here alarmed the thugs and guards, who rushed into the room with swords in their hands. Zhao Wencheng became arrogant again.
He kept shouting that he would cut them into pieces.
Su Sijin couldn't bear to see Zhao Wencheng's cowardly behavior, so she threw a pill to Lu Changgong and said, "Take it."
Then a handful of powder was thrown at the enemy. Anyone who inhaled the powder would foam at the mouth and bleed to death.
In a moment, Zhao Wencheng was the only one left in the room.
Zhao Wencheng prostrated himself on the ground, kowtowed repeatedly and begged for mercy. "Please spare my life, ladies. As long as you don't kill me, I will agree to any request you make. Silver, gold, whatever you want, I will give it to you. I will give it all."
Su Sijin snorted coldly, "Go ask the souls of those who died because of you, ask them if they are willing?"
Lu Changgong held a large knife to Zhao Wencheng's neck and asked coldly, "Zhao Wencheng, the legitimate son of the Dali Temple Minister, shouldn't you be beheaded? Why are you appearing in Zhuxin County, thousands of miles away?"
"How do you know..." Zhao Wencheng covered his mouth hurriedly.
He ducked his eyes, shrank his head, and argued, "What Dali Temple Minister? I don't understand what you're talking about."
Lu Changgong sneered, shot a cold look at him, and chopped off two of his fingers with the big knife at lightning speed.
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