They just want to be intrigue with their opponents, use exquisite methods and elegant measures to demonstrate their identity as "wise man", completely forgetting that the other party can directly overturn the table and solve all this in the most violent way. Most of these people are nobles born in the mud. They claim to be wise men, but in fact, they are the stupidest fools.

So, is Yinjue a fool?

The answer is obvious, no.

As an old man over 200 years old but with no change in appearance like Conan, Silver Gogh's wisdom and insight are a height that most people cannot reach. Moreover, as a high-ranking ruler, Silver Gogh's life for more than two hundred years has not been mediocre, but has constantly tempered himself under countless difficulties and difficulties, which has also shaped his heart as strong as a god.

So the question is, will such a person make such an obvious mistake?

"You delay time again."

Suddenly, the gloom and anger on Silver Jue's face suddenly disappeared, replaced by a shadow-like calmness. "If you really want to control me and let your legion drive straight into the underground black market, you can use any spell to knock me out after connecting my life. No one dares to kill you, and no one dares to kill me, so you have said too much."

"oh?"

Zhou Li raised his eyebrows, gently buckled his teeth, and smiled and said, "Are you so confident?"

"Yes."

Even though he was trampled under his feet, even if Zhou Li looked down at him with a contemptuous look, Yin Jue did not have any emotional fluctuations at all. On the contrary, he was very calm.

Just like adults playing with children, calm as water.

“Because so do I.”

The hair suddenly stood up, and Zhou Li's pupils suddenly tightened into thin dots. Without any hesitation, a dagger made of a purple halo appeared in Zhou Li's hand, directly cutting off the life connection between him and Yin Jue.

puff!

Seeing a big hole in his chest, he collapsed on the ground and kept breathing heavily, his eyes began to turn white and his seclusion, Zhou Li's face became gloomy.

“You think very well…really good.”

Just like the sound of the broken bellows pulling, hoarse and shattered. Yin Jue looked at Zhou Li, calm like a dead person. "The huge amount of information in a short time, coupled with the threat of life-threatening people, will make people lose a certain degree of reason, subconsciously believe your words. If it is placed on others, even Mr. Yin will work."

Zhou Li seemed to understand something at this time. He only felt that his palms were a little cold. Mr. Yin, who was admiring Yin Jue, was unmoved when facing Yin Jue's injuries. He seemed to have expected all this. He sat aside silently and looked at everything in front of him.

"But unfortunately, I am an old man, and my life is very fragile."

He stretched out his hand tremblingly, pulled open the clothes on his chest, revealing his chest covered with purple scars. Yin Jue looked at Zhou Li, his voice without joy or sorrow, "You are delaying time, so am I. I always need you to leave a wound on me, or leave a trace that can proliferate."

"You want to die?"

Zhou Li's words were not a threat, Yin Jue could hear them.

"That's right."

Yinjue nodded, and he stretched out his hand, with no trace of time at all, without any wrinkles on his fingers. He gently pressed the scar on his chest and sighed: "I deserve to die."

"If I don't die, sooner or later I will be trampled under your feet like you are now, threatening the entire business church with your life connection."

"Then can you die directly?"

Zhou Li looked at Yin Jue and asked sincerely: "The kind that can't even save the goddess of life?"

"Then forget it."

Yinjue suddenly laughed and smiled relievedly, "I have been greedy for the praise the business church brings to me, the honor and the cheers of the world for too long. I should have died long ago. The living Yinjue is too limited because I bear the business church."

"So, you want to die, and you don't have to worry about this after being dead, right?"

Zhou Li understood everything, held his chest with his hands, and asked intriguingly: "And your death must have something to do with me. You let me break into here, use your life to pierce your chest, leaving traces of mine. In this way, your death will be related to me..."

"Why?"

Zhou Li moved his feet away, leaned down, and asked curiously: "You should understand that even if you let someone publish a seamless video of me killing you, it will not have any impact on my reputation or power. It's just that there are a few more condemnations and a little more scandals, but you know, I don't care."

"Oh, yes, I get it."

The corners of his mouth curled up, Zhou Li nodded, and before Yin Jue could speak, he replied on his own: "You are really a businessman, and even your reputation can be considered in your interests."

"The name behind me means nothing to me."

Yinjue smiled faintly. Even though his throat had already begun to make a leaky sound and his life began to retreat, he still said calmly: "Use my name to ignite the hatred of the business church towards you, that's enough."

"So what way will you fight me again?"

Zhou Li stood in front of Yin Jue who was lying on the ground and asked coldly: "A corpse that can be moved, or are you going to pretend to die?"

"I don't have such great ability to pretend to die in front of you."

Yinjue smiled and shook his head. At this time, he was like an ordinary friend next door, as relaxed as if he was talking about homely, "I will definitely die, or even die in a way that breaks my soul. But you will see mine."

The wound on his chest could no longer flow out of blood, and Yinjue's face had lost all blood. Life, which had been left in him for two centuries, has left him. He said to Zhou Li with a voice of relief and emotion:

"Dieting for a conspiracy is such an indecent way to die, isn't it?"

"Aren't you afraid that I will strip your body naked and throw it into the catalyzed herd of cattle and ravage it in front of the whole world for a day and a night?"

Zhou Li looked at Yin Jue and asked calmly: "Can I fill in an indecent corpse for your indecent way of death, do you want it?"

“That’s better.”

Yinjue said freely: "I would like to thank you in advance and help me go further."

Zhou Li didn't ask if Yin Jue was worth it, and he didn't even want to say more words. He knew that this time, he was defeated by Yin Jue for the time being. He never expected that this person who survived with his interests would choose to put his life on the balance of interests.

"If I had just become a regional bishop two hundred years ago and I could get a monthly salary of one gold coin a month, I felt it was very unworthy to sacrifice myself."

As if you could see what Zhou Li wanted to ask, Yin Jue laughed, with a look of memories on his face that he had never had before, and said softly: "For two hundred years, the gold coins flowing in my hand can bury a city. The wealth I have now is immeasurable. However, now I am empty."

"For me now, even such an indecent way of dying is worth it."

The heart stopped beating, the brain tended to stagnate, and the smile on Yinjue's face became stiff. He looked at Zhou Li, his voice trembling.

"You ask me what I will look like when I fight next time."

Blood stagnates, and life leaves Silver Jue.

"The sound of silver coins falling on the balance will never disappear."

It's snowing.

"Do you know, there is a saying in my hometown, called "Silver wrapping."

Zhou Li looked out the window, and Mr. Yin was sitting on the chair, shrouded in the darkness. He did not look at Zhou Li, nor the body, but just stared at his feet without saying a word.

"I won't stop you."

Mr. Yin spoke, showing his fatigue and pain.

"You can't stop me, either."

Zhou Li took out his little helper, opened the security, and pulled the trigger. With a muffled sound, Yinjue's body exploded into pieces and was burned to pieces by the flames.

"You know, it doesn't make any sense."

Mr. Yin raised his head and looked at Zhou Li. His standard blue eyes were not emotional. "Silver Gogh will not pretend to die, you understand."

"It's just a destruction of corpses."

Zhou Li glanced at Mr. Yin, raised his little helper, and aimed at Mr. Yin's head. Mr. Yin looked at the black muzzle and pulled out a meaningless smile.

"It's normal for you to kill me."

Mr. Yin nodded and said in agreement: "Mr. Hanks has never appeared in front of others. Apart from Silver Lord, I am the second-in-command of the business church. It is normal for you to kill me to prevent future troubles."

"Oh."

Zhou Li glanced at the corner of his mouth, and the little helper turned around in his hand and stuffed it into the holster. He shook his head, his voice neither happy nor sad: "You can never reach the height of Silver Lord."

"His death will ignite the business church, but your death will only turn the business church into a group of lunatics who have fallen apart."

After patting the little helper on his waist, Zhou Li pushed away the door of the relatively small Pope's office, turned his back to Mr. Yin, and said coldly: "If you commit suicide now, I will not destroy your body because it is meaningless."

The trembling hand dropped the dagger and gasped. The blood marks on his neck proved Mr. Yin's actions just now. He looked at Zhou Li's back, his eyes full of hatred.

"Oh."

After laughing, Zhou Li didn't even look back. He even disdained to talk to Mr. Yin again. He held his pockets in his hands, like a single one

The tourists left here leisurely as if nothing had happened.

Back in the car, Zhou Li put his hands on the steering wheel. He looked at the towering business church building outside the window, narrowed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.

The real difficulty has only begun now.

Soon, Zhou Li's car stopped downstairs of the hotel. He walked into the elevator, opened the door, and returned to Tarik's "home".

"Come back?"

As always, Eluma came up and asked with concern: "How is it?"

"Mr. Zhou Li, are there any clues?"

At this time, Tiya was also at Zhou Li's house, not only her, but also Hlining and Evan. Loka was inspecting the crystal fluctuations in the Crystal Hall and did not come.

"Let's not talk about clues, let me tell you a few news."

Zhou Li looked at everyone, coughed twice and reminded: "I suggest you be mentally prepared. What I want to say is more impactful."

"Now, what else can catch us off guard?"

Evan sighed and said helplessly: "I can't blame the attack on distinguished guests from far away on such an important occasion."

"This reveals that there is still something wrong with Tarik's security system."

Hlinin patted Evan on the shoulder with a calm expression, "We will optimize the security system, which is not a problem that can be solved in a short period of time."

"Silver Lord is dead."

?

Helinin was about to continue saying something, but he was silent.

Evan, who wanted to answer Hrining, opened his mouth slightly and said nothing.

Tiya, who had just sat on the sofa, kept leaning forward, as if she was frozen.

Most of the others were the same. The coffee had already been poured on the table, Ain, who had completely unknown it. Aiwei was sprayed with hot coffee flowing out of the table, and Alyosha, who was holding the cup but not placed under the coffee pot. Lin Zi, Lin Ling, Ling Hai, and everyone except Aluma, seemed to have stopped time.

"This is dead..."

Avi was the first to come to his senses. He opened his mouth blankly and asked dumbly: "Is it too timely?"

"No, wait a moment."

After Avi broke the silence, Helinin reacted. He suddenly stood up and asked in surprise: "Is Silver Lord dead?!"

"I shot the body and there is no chance of resurrection, don't worry."

Zhou Li nodded, and his calm appearance convinced Helining.

That's weird.

"Mr. Zhou Li, can you explain it clearly?"

Helinin suppressed the doubts in his heart, frowned and asked, "How did Silver Lord die and why was he killed?"

"If according to the physical aspect, my life is connected to him, Yinjue himself passed all the energy of life to me, so his strength was declining, and at the same time, I increased a lot of strength for no reason."

Zhou Li waved his hand, and a force that was more diligent than before flashed in the air. He looked at Tarik with a solemn face and said a more important message.

"But, in terms of subjective initiative, Silver Gogh committed suicide. Because he was going to do the thing that he passed all his life energy to me."

Helining was silent. Zhou Li knew that he didn't believe it.

Apart from Eluma, no one would believe in himself at the first time. Even if it was Ein and Evi, they would need to come up with some evidence themselves. Even if this evidence completely reveals the temperament of fooling people, Evi and the others would believe that all they wanted was evidence.

But Helinin was different. He had known Silvergod for fifty years, and it was hard for him to believe that the man who had controlled twenty percent of the world's economy, honor and wealth had reached a peak, would choose to commit suicide.

"Do you want to continue asking?"

Zhou Li looked at Helining, and he could see the alert in Helining's eyes. He also knew that the Silver Lord's offensive had begun.

"Why."

After a long time, Helining opened his mouth and his old face was full of depth. "Why did Yinjue commit suicide?"

"So I'll ask you."

Zhou Li snapped his fingers, then asked, "It has something to do with the gods, do you want to continue asking?"

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Chapter completed!