Chapter 264 Are you really Xiao Beicheng?
As soon as Xiao Nanyan said this, the whole audience was in an uproar!
Whether on the hunting platform or inside the enclosure, the sound of people's gasps broke the silence, and under the flashing swords and shadows, people's frightened faces were reflected.
Even the dumbest person can understand the meaning behind Xiao Nanyue's words.
Could it be that the gaunt middle-aged man in front of him was not Zhu Yin, the Sima of Southern Xinjiang, but Xiao Beicheng, the national defender who died of poisoning in the battle of Southern Zhao eight years ago?
How is this possible!
"well!"
Zhu Yin was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed out loud:
"Nan Yan, you are much calmer and more insightful than you were eight years ago!"
He stretched out his slender fingers and gently wiped his face. As his fingertips flew, a human skin mask as thin as a cicada's wing was torn off neatly.
Everyone held their breath and looked over, only to see a handsome face with clear outlines beneath the mask:
Although he is middle-aged, his charm is still better than that of his youth. His brow bones are sharply raised, his nose bridge is high, his lips are clearly carved, and his jaw line is neatly and cleanly gathered. The most amazing thing is his eyes. His pupils are like black jade tempered with cold iron, flashing with cold light. His aura is like an iceberg pressing down on the ground, making the air frosty.
His dark eyes passed over Xiao Nanyan and swept coldly over Su Xianrou and Helian Cong, with a dark tide in his eyes:
"Helian Cong, Xianrou, do you still remember me, Xiao Beicheng?"
He returned to his original low and magnetic voice, but it was wrapped in a dark resentment, which exploded in Su Xianrou's ears.
Her pupils trembled violently, her pale fingertips dug out the hem of her skirt, tears flowed like a flood, overflowing her red eyes, and she stared at her husband fixedly—
The face she had imagined a thousand times in her dreams at midnight was now standing before her eyes. She felt as if the blood in her body had frozen. Her face was filled with shock and confusion, but more of the joy of regaining what she had lost. Her voice was broken:
"Bei Cheng, you...are you still alive?"
She stumbled forward, wanting to throw herself into the arms of the husband she had been thinking about day and night, but was stopped firmly by Xiao Nanyan's iron-like arms:
"Don't go!"
Helian Cong's face turned pale:
"Are you really Xiao Beicheng? Back then... you actually faked your death?"
Even more shocked than Helian Cong was Su Qinyao on the hunting platform. From the moment Xiao Beicheng revealed his true face, she felt a loud buzzing in her head and her body shook violently. She had to hold on to the railing tightly to steady herself, and her knuckles turned white like frost.
She looked at the face that should have been buried in a grave eight years ago from afar. Fear was like a poisonous snake wrapped around her throat, almost dragging her into the abyss.
Hadn't he died from Chu Shang's Blue Bone-Eroding Poison? But the face before him was exactly the same as Xiao Beicheng's in his memory.
Xiao Beicheng, however, seemed not to notice the shock of the crowd. He only fixed his gaze on Xiao Nanyan, his tone sounding like a sigh and a mockery:
"Nan Yan, your personality is somewhat similar to mine when I was young. It's a pity that you are not my bloodline after all."
Xiao Nanyue stared at the familiar face, which gradually overlapped with his memory of the kind-hearted father who rode a horse and taught him how to draw a bow and shoot arrows. However, he was torn apart again by the cruelty in his eyes, until it became a stranger.
The corners of Xiao Nanyan's eyes were covered with bloodshot, spreading like a spider web:
"Why did you do this? Where's Uncle Zhu Yin? Did you kill him?"
"Yes! He deserves to die because he knows too much." Xiao Beicheng's eyes were indifferent, without any emotional fluctuations.
"Uncle Zhu Yin discovered you were still alive, and you worried he would reveal the secret. So, you killed him and obtained the 'Five Poisons Sutra'. You've been friends with Uncle Zhu Yin for twenty years, and you already understand 70% of his poison skills. So, you used the Xuanyan Makeup Technique to disguise yourself as him, appearing before the world in a dignified manner."
"Yes, you are very smart!" Xiao Beicheng curled his lips slightly and admitted it generously.
A hint of coldness gradually emerged in Xiao Nanyan's eyes:
"You faked your own death back then, all for the purpose of getting me, the Helian lineage, and the Su family to fight to the death, killing each other. That way, you not only avenged Helian Cong and my mother, but also killed someone with a borrowed knife. You got what you wanted without any effort!"
Xiao Beicheng nodded approvingly and admitted without hesitation:
"Yes! I wanted revenge on Helian Cong, and even more so on your mother. The person buried that year was not me. Originally, I used the Xuanyan makeup technique to disguise a loyal soldier, Yu Da, into my appearance and sent him to the battlefield in my place. This was because I had more important things to do at the time. Who would have thought that Yu Da would become my scapegoat, so I took advantage of his trick."
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