Suddenly, one of the men suddenly thought of something. He opened his eyes wide in disbelief and said in a trembling voice, "He is the Ghost Emperor."
"What?"
In addition to the emperor of Yanguo, there is also an assassin whom people all over the world call their own.
This assassin only kills women and children, but he takes on anyone else. As long as the money is in place, there is no one he cannot kill.
As a result, people all over the world were terrified and gave him the name "Ghost Emperor".
The two men were trembling with fear. Just as they were about to shout for help, a thin silver needle pierced their throats.
They suddenly lost their breath and lay silently on the table without moving.
At this time, the opera in the audience was extremely lively and no one paid attention to this.
Song Yan quickly and accurately inserted the silver needle into King Yi's neck, and he successfully made King Yi completely lose his breath.
King Yi lay limply on the table, as if he had fallen asleep.
After finishing everything, Song Yan jumped out of the window as light as a swallow. When he left, screams were heard from the crowd.
Everyone realized belatedly that the dreaded assassin had already arrived.
*
When Xie Shizhu was relieving himself, he heard people talking outside.
"Some time ago, the house of the Minister of Revenue was robbed. I heard that the most important things were stolen."
"Huh? Isn't this evidence of corruption or something?"
When Xie Shizhu finished relieving himself, the people outside continued to say, "I don't know. If this falls into the hands of someone with bad intentions, it will be over. The Minister of Revenue is now offering a large reward."
"To be able to enter the Minister of Revenue's house so smoothly and escape so quickly, there is only one person in the world who can do it."
The other person was silent for a few seconds and then said, "Are you talking about that thief god?"
After Xie Shizhu came out, the two men took a look at her, and after noticing her appearance, they closed their mouths and stared at her face with amazement.
Whether it is her figure or just her exposed eyes, she is simply a stunner.
Xie Shizhu went up the stairs and prepared to look for King Yi. After taking a few steps, she heard a noisy noise upstairs. Before she had time to think about it, Song Wenyan came down from upstairs.
Met her face to face.
Xie Shizhu quickly lowered his head and pretended to be calm.
Song Wenyan didn't seem to recognize her.
Xie Shizhu breathed a sigh of relief. As they passed each other, a force suddenly grabbed her arm, and then a man's deep voice filled her ears: "Xie Shizhu."
“…”
Song Wenyan did not let her go, but pulled her in front of him, staring quietly at the veil on her face, and then looked at her eyes.
Xie Shizhu quickly raised his hand and gestured, "I'm not."
Song Wenyan raised his eyebrows and said, "These are not important. Come to see me during the Ghost Festival."
After he finished speaking, he took Xie Shizhu's sachet from his waist, played with it in his palm for a while, and said, "If you come, I can return your sachet. If you don't come, you will have to bear the consequences yourself."
Xie Shizhu was slightly stunned, with a hint of resistance on his face.
Song Wenyan put the sachet back on his waist, looked at her deeply before going down the stairs, and passed by her again.
When Song Wenyan left the theater, he reached for his waist and found it was empty. The sachet had disappeared.
*
Xie Shizhu looked down at the sachet in her hand, her red lips curled slightly.
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