Soon, a military officer with a mustache walked in. He was wearing dark yellow armor with leopard heads on both sides of his shoulders. It was the captain's standard armor. His cultivation level had reached War Sequence 4, which was the fourth level of the Killing Soldier.
"I greet the governor." After entering, he immediately knelt on one knee and greeted him in a short and powerful voice.
"Get up, this fortune teller said he has seen you." Tu Haoyang did not open his eyes, but raised his hand to signal.
At this time, the burly military officer turned around and looked at the two of them.
"Excuse me, who is the fortune teller?" He spoke in a neither humble nor arrogant voice.
"Of course it's me." Bu Moyin said.
"Do you remember that day in Youcen Town, when I asked you about the Sunset Mountains?"
"I remember." When the military officer saw Bu Moyin speak, his expression became complicated, as if he was struggling fiercely in his mind.
"Then dare you to repeat it again."
"I...don't dare." He lowered his head.
Bang——, a loud noise made everyone tremble with fear.
"Why not!" Tu Haoyang opened his eyes, his brows stern, and the teacup in front of him was shattered into pieces, with broken fragments and tea leaves scattered all over the floor.
"Yes." The military officer trembled all over, raised his head and looked at Bu Moyin, but his pupils were dim at this time, as if dead.
"For the sake of a small profit, I was afraid that someone would steal my credit, so I concealed the truth on purpose and caused this disaster. I am guilty." He knelt on his knees and banged his head on the ground repeatedly, like a stone hammer hitting the ground, with a loud bang and blood oozing out.
Tu Haoyang took a deep breath to calm his chest, then turned sideways and asked.
"What crime should be committed for this?"
The aide beside him bowed in response.
"Deceiving military intelligence is punishable by death according to the law, and as the lord's personal soldier, his crime is even more severe. His family shall be demoted to the ranks of the poor, and their property confiscated."
After hearing the aide's answer, the officer kowtowed even faster, and a pool of blood flowed to the ground.
"I was wrong, please forgive me, my lord, and spare my wife and children..." He kept muttering like a madman.
In response, Tu Haoyang slowly closed his eyes and did not respond.
Seeing this scene, Bu Moyin was a little slow to react and fell into confusion.
But when the military officer saw Tu Haoyang was hesitant to speak, his voice began to sob and he began to cry. Finally, he suddenly raised his head, drew the sword from his waist, and aimed it at his neck.
"Please forgive me, my lord." After he said that, a stream of blood splattered and his body rolled to the side without a sound. His face was already covered in blood and his mouth and nose were covered in blood.
At this point, Tu Haoyang's throat choked and moved slightly, then he slowly opened his eyes and looked at Bu Moyin.
"Now, are you satisfied, oracle?" His eyes were bloodshot and his voice was deep.
"Hmph." Bu Moyin stood up, his whole body trembling. He said no more and took the lead to leave the hall.
Seeing this, Loran Hill sighed, bowed briefly and said goodbye, then turned around and followed Bu Moyin.
The hall fell into deathly silence again. Tu Haoyang just sat in the hall where blood was flowing, looking at the dead figure on the ground for a long time without moving, while the staff beside him also lowered their heads and remained silent.
"Tell me, am I wrong?" There was a slight tremor in his voice.
"My lord, you are right. To accomplish great things, you must be resilient and do what ordinary people cannot. You must conceal your heart and ambition, and wait for great achievements."
"Maybe..." He sighed, slowly stood up, walked forward to help the dead military officer up, slowly covered his face with one hand, and let his eyes close.
"Bring his wife and children to my house and raise them. Provide them with good food and shelter. Also, tell his family that he died slaying a demon on the border, and that he was a hero."
"Yes, sir." Then the aide slowly pushed it down, leaving Tu Haoyang alone in the hall.
In the empty hall, Tu Haoyang took out two wine glasses, slowly poured clear wine into them, then poured one of the glasses into the hall, and held the other glass in his palm as he slowly walked out of the house. It was already late at night.
"The night stars are dim, and ghosts are watching from all directions. When will we see the bright moon and the light return?"
The cold wine goes down my throat like fire piercing my intestines.
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