Fusu and Yuchi Xiu saw with their own eyes that Leng Ziling was crushed under the huge rock in the secret room, and the stone door of the secret room was closed.

Logically speaking, even if Leng Ziling was not crushed to death by the boulder, he would starve to death in there.

Su Xiaoxiao thought about it again and guessed the key.

It seems that their previous guess was correct - Uncle Han went to Suibei Pass not only to look for Snowland Gastrodia, but also to bring back the relics of the previous emperor.

Uncle Han went to the secret room, found the seriously injured Leng Ziling, and brought him back to the Holy Maiden Hall.

Leng Ziling has a strong character. Although he may not be as strong as Wei Xu, he is definitely not someone who can be easily tamed.

Unless - Leng Ziling is willing.

Su Xiaoxiao killed Leng Jue, but Leng Ziling might not have taken it to heart.

But Leng Ziling will never let go of Leng Zhao's death.

He wanted to avenge his father, so he was willing to become the executioner of the saint.

This would cause trouble.

At that time, Leng Ziling saw with his own eyes Fusu and Yuchi Xiu taking away Emperor Wu’s relics. Did he tell the Saint about this news?

...He didn't tell me! He definitely didn't tell me!

Leng Ziling had been at the border for many years. He had met Wei Xu and even fought with him, and received praise from Wei Xu.

There was no way he could not recognize that the person in the portrait was Wei Xu.

The Leng family and the Wei family are incompatible, and Leng Zhao was forced to death by the Wei family. Although there is no obvious evidence, who can't guess it?

You killed my father, so I will kill your father too—

Leng Ziling wouldn't have a second thought.

Ever since he confirmed that Wei Xu was still alive and had some relationship with the Saint of Southern Xinjiang, he had planted a plan of revenge in his heart.

Therefore, he would never tell the Saint of Southern Xinjiang who he was, nor would he let the Saint know that he knew Wei Xu.

Since he didn't know Wei Xu, he naturally couldn't know Wei Ting and his trusted secret guards.

He could only tell the Saint that someone had taken the things away, but I didn't know who they were.

Not only is the Saint using Leng Ziling, Leng Ziling is also using the Saint.

The Saint asked him to capture Wei Xu alive, but Leng Ziling would definitely not do it.

He will kill Wei Xu——

"They're gone."

Yin Xiaodie said in a low voice.

There was no one else in the collection hall, and the two of them walked out from behind the bookshelf.

Thinking of what happened just now, and combining it with the recent events in the Saint's Palace, Yin Xiaodie asked, "Is the Saint looking for the assassin that night?"

"No." Su Xiaoxiao said firmly.

"How do you know?" Yin Xiaodie asked.

Su Xiaoxiao said calmly, "That person doesn't look like the sneaky type."

Yin Xiaodie recalled the man in the portrait and couldn't help but agree.

The man was full of righteousness and extraordinary bravery. Rather than an assassin, he looked more like a general who had fought on the battlefield.

Su Xiaoxiao asked: "Why are the masters of the Saint Maiden Hall so powerful?"

Yin Xiaodie thought of the black-robed master: "Are you referring to those people? They are different from normal masters. They are all puppets, without their own thoughts, not afraid of death or pain, and are no different from zombies. This alone is better than many masters. In addition, they also used drugs to improve their skills."

Su Xiaoxiao murmured, "Almost the same as the dead soldiers."

Yin Xiaodie corrected him, "The main thing for the death warriors is the cultivation method. Their cultivation method is the opposite of the ordinary cultivation method. It costs them a lifespan overdraft. After the battle, they will be weak for a few days, but the death warriors don't need to take medicine every day, except at the critical moment of life and death."

Su Xiaoxiao of course knew the situation of the dead soldier, and continued to lead her to talk: "What kind of medicine is that? Can ordinary people take it?"

Yin Xiaodie immediately became serious: "No! That kind of medicine is addictive. Once you take it, you can't live without it. Don't use this method to improve your martial arts!"

Su Xiaoxiao smiled slightly: "I won't."

The little one has a good heart.

Since it is an addictive drug, withdrawal is enough.

Su Xiaoxiao looked at the endless bookshelf and said, "Ah, I haven't found it after searching for a long time. It's getting late. Let's go back first."

Yin Xiaodie asked, "Are you sure you don't want to look for it anymore? Which book do you want? I can help you find it."

Seeing how serious she was, Su Xiaoxiao stood on tiptoe and took down a copy of the Southern Xinjiang Calendar: "So it's here."

Su Xiaoxiao pinched the fat on her face and said, "Thank you, little one."

Yin Xiaodie was so angry that she became a pufferfish in a second: What's the matter with calling her a little thing after she's used it up?! Su Xiaoxiao had to find Wei Ting quickly to inform them that Leng Ziling wanted to kill Wei Xu.

But when she arrived at their residence, she found that Wei Xu was not there. He had gone out to take his grandson for a walk.

"You said Leng Ziling is here?" Wei Ting stared.

Su Xiaoxiao nodded: "He has taken refuge with the Saint."

Wei Liulang asked, "Xiao Qi, you have fought with Leng Ziling before, how good is his martial arts?"

Wei Ting raised his eyebrows and said, "A little worse than me..."

Wei Liulang: "Speak human language!"

Wei Ting said seriously: "Among the Leng family, he has the best martial arts skills. Dad was right to praise him back then. His talent is not inferior to his brothers."

Wei Liulang frowned: "Why not you?"

Wei Ting said shamelessly: "I am the top scholar, and Dad didn't compare me with him!"

Everyone in the family thought that Wei Ting would be a civil servant all his life. Therefore, when Wei Xu said that Leng Ziling's talent was not inferior to his son, he did not include Wei Ting.

Wei Liulang: Something seems to be wrong, but I can’t put my finger on it.

Gui Bu used his power as the eldest brother to suppress his two younger brothers who were fighting each other with his bloodline.

Wei Ting said seriously: "Look for dad first."

Leng Ziling has excellent aptitude, and now he is using the medicine from the Holy Maiden Palace to forcibly enhance his skills, while Wei Xu is currently going through a period of weakness and withdrawal, and his condition is not stable.

He can’t be allowed to meet Leng Ziling.

Gui Bu, Wei Liulang and Wei Ting went to look for them separately.

Su Xiaoxiao and Mei Ji also went.

The killer stayed behind to protect Wei Qing.

Wei Qing was sitting in a wheelchair, with a chessboard set up under the big locust tree in the yard.

"Come out."

He said it calmly.

The killer looked around warily.

A man in a black cloak came down from the roof and walked towards Wei Qing leisurely.

"Eijiro, long time no see."

The killer frowned.

I didn't even notice when the other person appeared.

Wei Qing smiled faintly: "You haven't appeared for so long, I thought you wouldn't come."

The man sat down on the stone bench opposite Wei Qing and said, "If I don't come, how will this game of chess proceed?"

Wei Qing continued to place his pieces: "Yes, the pieces are all in place, and we are just waiting for the person who will control the chessboard."

The man picked up a black piece with his jade-like slender fingertips and dropped it in the center of the chessboard: "Each of us is a chess piece, and each of us is a flag bearer. No one can stay out of this game of chess."

Wei Qing looked at him with a half-smile: "Even you can't?"

"I would like to--"

The man had only said half of his words when Su Xiaoxiao came back.

"Second brother! I forgot to tell you something!"

She walked through the main room to the backyard, looked at the half-finished chess game on the table, and asked, "Huh? Who are you playing chess with?"

Wei Qing smiled calmly: "I just played it casually, what do you want to tell me?"

Su Xiaoxiao looked up at the leaves swaying in the wind and pointed at the empty stone bench opposite Wei Qing: "Was there really no one here just now?"

Why did I feel like someone was here?

But that shouldn't be possible. Who has such good martial arts skills that he could disappear in the blink of an eye?

Who is the boss? Have you guessed it? Please give him some monthly tickets, and try to get 6,000.

I have recently fallen in love with writing short stories, and in the future I want to write articles under one million words. This should be my last long article.

(End of this chapter)