Qu Meng's chest was still filled with cold blood, and he could still feel a sharp force surging through his chest.
"The Han people are celebrating the victory in the Battle of Beiguan, and the emperor is hosting a banquet for hundreds of officials in Chang'an!"
At this time, someone from the secret service came in and whispered a few words to Xiao Ying.
In the past few days, he had tried to absorb that power.
"Don't rush into it yet. What should be arranged has been arranged for a long time. It's ridiculous that Chang'an still doesn't realize it."
The other side can only be the Huns... Liu Qian said: "My father is conspiring with the Huns?"
Huo Qubing and his men came at full speed in the dark. A spy came forward and used force to shatter the closed door, and the group broke in.
At this moment, there is also a great turmoil within the secret investigation department.
The filling was soon completed, and the desolate sound of horns sounded on the grassland.
But in this situation, he was really dead and his soul was gone.
"The power left behind by this Han general destroyed everything in Qu Meng's body, not even a trace of his soul remained." The great shaman frowned.
Changes in the blood stains on the bone tools: "I have been preparing for this day for a long time..."
The corpse had been dead for twenty days, but it was protected by the mysterious power of the Xiongnu shaman. It did not rot, but its face was black and purple, which was very frightening.
Yi Zhi glanced sideways at the writing on the bone on Enchi's hand:
"Tell him that when we withdrew, as agreed with him, we left an elite force to go east and hide in Wuhuan. If someone from the Han people in Beiguan raises a fire, my team will appear to help him!"
"They're just using each other. If we don't do this, how can we cause chaos and turmoil and get opportunities?"
"I don't know, but I guess it should be a descendant of the Qin Dynasty clan, or an earlier country. He seems to have a deep-seated hatred for the current Han Dynasty."
The Chang'an Guards included the Southern Army, the Northern Army and the Forbidden Army.
Huo Qubing waved his hand and walked to the depths of the courtyard without letting too many people follow him.
This is a valley, the cemetery of the Subu clan.
"If we fail, we..."
Yi Zhixie: "What is the origin of that person...does the Great Shaman know?"
At this time, around the valley, there were hundreds of people kneeling with their heads held down by the Huns soldiers. They were both men and women, with frightened expressions. They were all Qu Meng's slaves during his lifetime.
There was a couple in the room, a man and a woman, who had just gotten off the couch. The man was Zhang Cigong.
The woman was covered in white, her face was frightened, she had just put on a robe, her hair was disheveled, she was Liu Ling, the daughter of the King of Huainan.
When Zhang Cigong saw that it was Huo Qubing, he breathed a sigh of relief and whispered: "Why don't you come and say hello to me? What happened if you just barged in like this?"
Huo Qubing was thinking that if you fell into the hands of others, you might be used to implicate your uncle, and you would die as well. Do you think I am willing to come?
(End of chapter)
Chapter completed!