"Uncle, what are you talking about?"

Xiahou Qing couldn't believe that the man in front of him was his dear and loving second uncle.

The relationship fell apart in an instant, like a hole in a riverbank, and years of accumulated torrents rushed down furiously, leaving no room for buffering.

Wherever it goes, faith collapses!

Xiahou Yi said: "Do you think that if I hadn't given in to my stupid brother, he would have been able to become the city lord? Even you, I helped you become the city lord."

"Stupid brother..."

Xiahou Qing never expected that his father was so despicable in his second uncle's heart!

He suppressed his anger and said, "If that's the case, why don't you become the city lord yourself? Why do you give in? Why don't you take it earlier? Why do you have to wait until now, when the dust has settled, to take everything away from me?"

Xiahou Yi paused and said, "Because I was wrong before."

Xiahou Qing looked at him coldly.

Xiahou Yi looked at the endless night and said, "Half of the city lords of the Xiahou family died of this disease, and there are not many records of whether the rest of the Xiahou family also died of this disease. I still remember that the night before my eldest brother was about to take office as city lord, he held my hand and said that he was very scared that as long as he became a city lord in the Xiahou family, he would not be able to escape this curse. If he died, he asked me to take good care of you and not let you become the next city lord."

This was the first time Xiahou Qing heard such inside information. For a moment, he didn’t know whether to be surprised or feel it was ridiculous.

"Is this the reason why my father didn't announce his successor before he died?"

"That's right."

"Then you might have fallen into a trap."

Xiahou Qing was not good at judging people, but he was unusually clear-headed about certain things.

Xiahou Yi said, "Yes, I fell into his trap. He had long seen that I was capable and ambitious, and in order to prevent me from competing with him for the position of city lord, he used this to scare me. Of course, I didn't believe it completely, but he did get sick after he succeeded to the throne. After he died, I had a bold idea."

Xiahou Qing's heart was hit hard again: "Help me take the position, and then try to see if this curse is true. But I didn't expect that I, the city lord, didn't get sick, but you got sick instead."

Xiahou Yi nodded: "Over the years, I have thought of many ways to lift the curse."

Xiahou Qing said seriously: "Second Uncle, this is not a curse, it's a disease! A disease that has been passed down from generation to generation!"

Xiahou Yi said calmly: "No, this is a curse, and I have found a way to solve it."

Xiahou Qing didn't even want to ask what the solution was. His second uncle must be crazy to say such nonsense as curse.

He said angrily: "Second Uncle, don't think that pretending to be crazy and stupid will make me forgive everything you have done! Even if you are my real second uncle, I will not... be merciful!"

Xiahou Yi suddenly laughed.

A very faint sneer.

However, Xiahou Qing was not as shocked as before. It was nothing that he could even speak and laugh.

"Come...someone."

As soon as he uttered the word "ren", he felt a blockage in his throat.

He covered his throat and tried to pronounce again, but found that there was no sound at all.

He...can't speak anymore!

He glanced at Xiahou Yi.

Xiahou Yi's eyes were cold, without any surprise in them.

He just watched Xiahou Qing fall down holding his throat.

Xiahou Qing's body began to spasm and his hands and feet began to tremble.

“Ah…ah…”

Finally, his throat was unblocked, but he could only make a very low and hoarse "ah ah" sound.

He tried to shout louder so that the butler outside the door could hear him.

At this moment, a high-pitched voice sounded from the side: "Who are you? Why are you trying to sow discord between me and my second uncle?"

This voice, this tone of voice, is exactly the same as his! The man walked over slowly: "You are framing my second uncle!"

Immediately, under Xiahou Qing's extremely shocked and angry gaze, the man picked up a human skin mask and put it on his face.

This is Xiahou Qing's face.

At the same time, Xiahou Qing felt a burning pain on his face. His skin seemed to be burning and his facial features seemed to be torn apart, making him roll on the ground in pain.

He tried to roar, but the weak voice was soon drowned out by that man: "You'd better surrender! Otherwise I won't let you go! Stop right there!"

Xiahou Qing's vision and consciousness became blurred at the same time.

In a trance, he saw two figures breaking out of the window.

From outside the house came the shout of the steward Chang: "City Lord! Where are you going? The assassin has been captured by the guards!"

"This man framed my second uncle, I must catch him myself!"

"City Lord! City Lord!"

Manager Chang chased after him.

Xiahou Qing was desperate.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he actually saw his second uncle standing up from the wheelchair.

Xiahou Yi squatted down and searched his body.

After searching for a while, he frowned and asked, "Hmm?"

He grasped the last bit of consciousness and bit his tongue hard.

The huge pain made him wake up instantly. He pushed Xiahou Yi over, got up and rushed out the door.

"Someone come...someone come..."

He shouted hoarsely and hopelessly, his vocal cords were paralyzed and could not vibrate at all.

He bumped into a guard and was about to order him to arrest Xiahou Yi when he saw the guard draw his sword: "Who are you?"

Xiahou Qing said with difficulty: "I am the city lord."

The guard looked him up and down and said murderously, "Where did this madman come from? He actually sneaked into the City Lord's Mansion and pretended to be the City Lord! He even stole the City Lord's clothes!"

The guard slashed at him with a sword! Xiahou Qing dodged it with his body skills, but his internal energy was disordered, making it difficult for him to use his power.

The guard shouted angrily, "Still hiding? Someone, come! The assassin is here!"

Xiahou Qing panicked when he saw the guards coming towards him. He used all his strength and used his lightness skills to escape from the City Lord's Mansion!

"That assassin was quite familiar with the City Lord's Mansion and shook us off in no time!"

"Separate and chase them!"

"Yes, Boss!"

"Wait, he is wearing the city lord's clothes, but it is possible that he will take them off halfway. Pay attention to the person wearing the white middle coat."

"yes!"

After Xiahou Qing escaped, he immediately took off his outer robe and threw it on the side of the road.

Then continue running in the opposite direction.

His internal energy was quickly exhausted, and at the same time he had to endure the pain from all over his body. He fell down countless times.

He passed by several sects, but none of them recognized him.

To make matters worse, guards appeared everywhere in Fengdu City searching for the assassin.

He suddenly realized with sadness that there was no place for him to hide in such a huge Qianshan Island.

The Five Poison Sect sent out hunting dogs and began searching the entire city.

Boom——

There were flashes of lightning and thunder in the sky, and soon a heavy rain began to fall.

The rain covered his scent and destroyed his body, making it difficult for him to move.

A peddler who was hiding from the rain with a load on his shoulder bumped into Xiahou Qing.

The vendor scolded: "You are walking with your eyes open!"

After saying that, he rushed over and kicked him hard twice! Xiahou Qing held his head with both hands, looking as embarrassed as a street rat.

The vendor had vented enough, and he lay down under the cold rain, with the winding current washing over him.

He bit his tongue again and forced himself to wake up.

He struggled to get up and stumbled forward in the heavy rain.

I don’t know how long I walked or how much rain I got caught in, but I finally arrived at a big gate.

He banged on the door.

Crunch——

The door opened from the inside.

Two young disciples looked at him while holding umbrellas.

"Who are you?"

One of the disciples asked.

"What happened?"

Ling Yun's voice suddenly appeared inside the door.

The two disciples turned around and bowed: "Young Palace Master."

The disciple who had just spoken said, "Young Palace Master, someone has come here, but I don't know who it is."

Yun Lin held up an oil-paper umbrella and asked, "Where is it?"

Another disciple waved his hand and pointed outside the door: "Hey? Where is the person? He was lying here just now."

Xiahou Qing escaped.

That’s right, in the entire Qianshan Island, the only place he could think of that would dare to take in an “assassin” like him was the Baihua Palace.

But when his son actually appeared, he hesitated again.

He didn't dare let his son see him in such a miserable state.

Besides, even if he saw it, his son wouldn’t recognize him.

(End of this chapter)