Unexpectedly, an impeachment memorial from the remonstrator revealed the dirty deals behind many people.
Wu Liuguang acted swiftly, and with the support of Taifu Tong's network, he knew who he would find and who he would deal with.
Among the family names that filled a page of memorials, he saw a familiar surname: Tang.
"This company is also involved in corruption?"
He read out loud unconsciously, and Taifu Tong, who was sitting nearby, raised his eyelids and responded casually: "Oh, the Tang family, they don't have it, but the current head of their family is stupid and is in the wrong team."
"To be recorded on this list, it's probably because I offended someone."
"We don't need to be the good Samaritans. We can just make an announcement based on the newly screened list."
Taifu Tong decided the family's fate with just a few words.
Wu Liuguang paused for a moment, and an image flashed in his mind. It was the scene of Ling Yutong helping Tang Fuling that day at Xiao's house.
If I remember correctly, Tang Fuling is the daughter of the head of the Tang family.
It seems that the head of the Tang family has more than one daughter.
His eyelids drooped, perhaps because he paused for a long time. Taifu Tong raised his eyelids and asked him, "What's the matter? Are you soft-hearted?"
"no."
Wu Liuguang raised his eyes, there was no emotion in his pupils, it was sympathy for the Tang family.
He pulled his lips slightly and said seriously: "This junior just thinks that this competition for power is very interesting."
"Not being greedy is not a necessary condition for survival. It is to integrate into this circle and find your own position."
When he said these words, Taifu Tong's eyes flashed.
Meaningful eyes mixed with admiration fell on Wu Liuguang.
Wu Liuguang didn't feel uncomfortable at all and looked back naturally.
Taifu Tong suddenly burst out laughing, laughing with great joy.
He pointed at Wu Liuguang and said loudly: "Sure enough, I was right about you. You were born to be an official, and your future is limitless."
Wu Liuguang lowered his eyes in a respectful gesture.
…
Xuewei called softly: "Master..."
The person she called didn't say a word, and didn't reply to her with a cold face.
Xuewei was not discouraged and softened her tone. When she spoke, her last tone seemed to have a hook, trying to lure away people's souls.
The soldier frowned, simply closed his eyes and refused to look.
Then, he suddenly shook his head.
"you……"
His eyes were red with anger, and he glared at her fiercely, and the words seemed to be squeezed out of his throat.
"Release me, do you hear me?"
Xuewei smiled, her eyes even softer and pitiful, but her hands restlessly held his shoulders tightly, and her fingertips swept across his cheeks ambiguously.
"I'm not loose."
A sad look appeared on her face.
"I didn't commit any crime. Before I could do anything, I was caught by your Master Qi. He is so ruthless and not as gentle as you at all. Master..."
"If I am locked up here, I will die sooner or later."
"Can you please..."
The soldier was in a trance for a moment.
He felt that his nose was a little itchy, and he also felt that meeting Xuewei's gaze would make him feel pity, so he closed his eyes completely and raised his hand to push Xuewei's hand away.
But the moment he did it, he remembered her plaintive words again.
Indeed, she has not done anything to endanger the soldiers in the camp yet.
Xuewei was very satisfied with his efforts in this meal.
The close distance made it very convenient for her to move. Her voice was soft, but her eyes were as sharp as a blade, and her hand quietly grabbed the dagger worn by the soldier from behind.
A "swish" sound.
The blood seals the throat.
The soldier didn't even open his eyes before she took his life.
Blood splashed on Xuewei's face, and she wiped it off expressionlessly, then took off his robe and put it on herself, neatly disguised.
The night was dark, so she did not choose to run away. Instead, she took out something from the inner pocket sewn in her sleeve, and then... put her hand close to the dead soldier's neck.
A string of long, flexible little things like threads penetrated the soldier's body, and its young and slender body became plump to the naked eye.
Xuewei pulled her lower lip and smiled.
"Why hasn't the person who is staring at me come yet?"
"I can't wait to see Qi Yan's expression when he finds out about this."
"It must be exciting, right?"
*
"Huh, what Chef Chen made today was too salty. He didn't do anything all night and just ran to the latrine."
"I don't know if that guy from Wu Jing can do it by himself."
Liu Yu tugged on his sleeves that were a little tight and walked towards the place where Xuewei was imprisoned in the dark.
There was a bit of sadness in his eyes.
"How could such a soft and beautiful girl be so poisonous! Ouch, I tripped over this...ahhhhh!"
Liu Yu's expression went completely blank at this moment.
He had a stiff face and was completely dumbfounded on the spot.
Wu Jing, dead?
What just tripped him was the other person's cold body lying on the ground!
He swallowed hard and quickly opened the door where Xuewei was imprisoned.
Empty.
At this time, in the main camp tent, Marquis Annan was frowning and looking at the terrain map with Qi Yan.
"They've been too Ansheng these days. The more this happens, the more uneasy I feel. What do you think?"
Qi Yan also frowned. He pointed at a place and was about to speak when he heard a hoarse shout from outside:
"It's dead! Wu Jing was killed!"
"That Xuewei ran away!"
Qi Yan and An Nanhou's expressions darkened at the same time.
The two of them rushed out quickly.
At the door of the tent, Liu Yu was trembling all over, and he knelt down and reported: "I, I just went to the hut, Wu Jing was gone, one, one knife cut his throat."
Too cruel.
The soldiers around who heard this took a deep breath.
Qi Yan's face was as dark as water as he heard An Nan Hou give the order to arrest people in a cold voice.
Then, the two of them went to see Wu Jing's body.
Qi Yan's brows twitched.
He stopped An Nanhou's hand that wanted to touch it directly and whispered: "Something's not right."
He took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and threw it towards Wu Jing's body.
Then, his and An Nanhou's eyelids jumped fiercely.
When the veil came into contact with Wu Jing's body, the cracks in his skin that were originally silent... began to move.
There was a long cylindrical thing rolling wantonly, and the handkerchief was dyed a darker red in an instant. Qi Yan's face turned cold, and he slowly squatted down and picked up a branch from the ground.
He glanced at it briefly and found that the branch happened to have a branch.
An Nanhou only felt a shadow flying before his eyes, and then, the thing that had been enjoying himself under the handkerchief just now was pinned down.
"I'm going to pull that thing out."
After Qi Yan finished speaking, he narrowed his eyes and stretched out his hand.
"etc!"
An Nanhou's expression suddenly changed: "I remembered what this thing is, you can't touch it!"
But Qi Yan's hand had already touched the handkerchief, and the branch at his fingertips was broken into several pieces and inserted neatly into the thing.
The dangling thing stopped moving completely.
An Nanhou's expression was horrifying.
He looked at Qi Yan who looked back at him, his tone trembling.