He knew Yang Yi was definitely dead, but he had never imagined his death would be so tragic. Everyone said Mo Yunfang was ruthless, but he had never seen anything like it. But after seeing it today, even Murong Qingyu, who was used to seeing the dead, couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.
How cruel!
"Dad, this is Mr. Yang. Mo Yunfang actually..." She actually cut the Poison King Yang Yi into pieces until not even a tendon was left.
Outside the Marshal's Mansion, all the shadow guards stationed in hidden areas had been knocked to the ground. Murong Qingyu's face darkened and he asked sternly, "Did you see who dumped the body?"
"Reporting to the Grand Marshal, that person was extremely agile and knew poison. As soon as we felt someone behind us, we were unable to move. We only saw a figure passing by, and the corpse was already thrown at the door."
Although Murong Qingyu wanted to scold these shadow guards for being useless, he endured it for a long time before finally giving up. His big plan was about to begin, and what he needed to cultivate now was the absolute loyalty of his subordinates.
"Come here, help them down to rest. Replace the secret guards outside the door with a new batch. Carry Mr. Yang's body into the Marshal's Mansion and bury him with honor!"
"Wait." After the servants carried Yang Yi's body into the Marshal's Mansion, Murong Yan stopped them.
Murong Qingyu looked at Murong Yan. Now that Yang Yi was dead, Jing and Murong Yan were his best assistants, especially Murong Yan.
"Yan'er, what's wrong?"
Unlike Murong Meng, who stood there with disgust and was unwilling to take a step forward, Murong Yan squatted in front of the corpse at this moment, ordered someone to take a pair of gloves and began to check the injuries on Yang Yi's body.
At this moment, Jing, who was lying in the bedroom, was also startled by the noise outside the door. She was helped to the door by the guards, and watched Murong Yan examine Yang Yi's body with a frown.
Not long after, Murong Yan asked, "Dad, is there any deep hatred between Yang Yi and Mo Yunfang?"
Murong Qingyu shook his head: "No. The Poison King has disappeared from the martial arts world for over twenty years. Twenty years ago, Mo Yunfang was still an unknown woman. How could he have a grudge against her?"
Murong Yan frowned and said, "That's strange!"
"Is there something wrong?"
Murong Yan nodded: "Of course not. If it is according to what Dad said, they can just kill Yang Yi. Why would they go to such great lengths to cut him into pieces?
And you can see there's a large area of collapse on his sternum, clearly he was severely injured before his death. This injury doesn't look like a punch, but more like a kick.
Yan'er didn't know how deep Mr. Yang's internal strength was, but compared to the Poison King, even though he had been sitting in a wheelchair for such a long time, his internal strength should not have regressed to the point where he couldn't withstand a single blow.
This kick reveals two things. First, the opponent's internal energy was profound, enough to severely injure Mr. Yang, who still had some internal energy. Second, Mr. Yang's hands and feet were not restrained, and the kick landed squarely on his chest, clearly leaving him completely defenseless. This means the kick was either delivered by someone very familiar, or someone with such advanced martial arts skills that he was unable to resist. There are only two possibilities.
It just so happens that Mr. Jing is here too, so he can explain it to Dad."
Jing's eyes narrowed dangerously under the mask and she slowly walked to Murong Yan.
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