Wei Yao stepped forward, took it, and handed it to Yuwen Sheng, who casually examined it.
"Yes, it's complete, but do you know what it is?"
The carpenter shuddered upon hearing this and stammered, "I...I don't know."
Upon hearing this, Yuwen Sheng smiled meaningfully and said, "This is a hanging hook made by the Northern Abyss Kingdom. Apart from the military craftsmen of the Northern Abyss Kingdom, very few people know of its existence. There is a hidden weapon inside, which is extremely sharp and can pierce through the hard city wall. Would you like to try it?"
Upon hearing this, the carpenter was struck dumb and immediately realized he had been tricked.
As he turned to run, a dark line pierced his chest, and he collapsed to the ground.
"Look, it's really amazing. It can even easily penetrate human bones."
He didn't hold back his praise, but the next second his eyes darkened and his red lips curled slightly: "It's just a pity that the useless people of our Ye Kingdom have never been able to produce anything good."
These words weren't spoken very loudly, but they still frightened all the craftsmen present so much that they stood there trembling.
Zheng Quchi looked at General Yuwen of Ye Kingdom, whose palms were covered in sweat, and felt that he seemed to be suffering from a serious illness.
Even though the other person had already put together a plan, he still killed them.
A smiling tiger, two-faced.
He was laughing throughout the murder.
But he was clearly very irritable and unhappy inside, so why was he smiling so happily?
"...Why did the general kill him?" someone finally couldn't help but ask.
Yuwen Sheng threw the wall hook in his hand to the ground with a "thud".
Are you questioning this general?
"You said you'd give us a chance, but whether we fight or not, we're all going to die. What kind of chance is that?"
"To die on what he himself fought for is already the greatest favor I can bestow upon him. Otherwise, would I bestow a favor upon you as well?"
The archers behind Yuwen Sheng were already poised to strike, their killing intent now palpable, instantly extinguishing the courage that had risen in the artisans' anger.
They were terrified and desperately kowtowed, begging for mercy.
"Spare me, General!"
"Please, don't kill us. We don't want grace, we just want to live."
The archers did not fire their arrows because Yuwen Sheng had not yet given the order.
It seemed that Yuwen Sheng had been waiting for someone, and just when his patience was about to run out, he finally heard it.
"I'm willing to give it a try."
The moment he saw the little black mouse crawl out of its hole, he inexplicably felt like humming a tune again.
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