"Some say he is dead, some say he was arrested and secretly imprisoned... Who knows," Zhang Jie smiled sarcastically, "What's more, even if the emperor's grandson is still alive, what big trouble can he make?"
Zu An agreed with this judgment. Now that the Zhou Dynasty has long been stable, and with the existence of Zhao Hao, who is willing to sacrifice his life for an inexplicable grandson of the former emperor.
He suddenly realized something was wrong: "Aren't you a remnant of the previous dynasty?"
"Remnants of the previous dynasty?" Zhang Jie sneered, "Those guys with brain problems, who has anything to do with them."
"Then you have been chatting with the grandson of the previous dynasty for so long? Why did you take such a big risk?" Although Zu An's tone was not kind, he solved a lot of doubts in his heart. Before this, he had almost no way to learn the secrets of the previous dynasty.
pungent.
"I've told you, of course, to repay Brother Zhang's kindness back then." Zhang Jie said calmly.
"No," Zu An said coldly, "You can become a frontier official like the prefect of Yi County. If you are used to the intrigues in the officialdom, you will definitely not be able to retain your original intention when you were a boy. No matter how much Zhang Zhiquan had a great interest in you.
Well, you are already doing your best to take care of his orphan in private, and you cannot take such a big risk to deal with a vassal king."
Although King Yan belongs to the royal family, he is not directly related to Zhao Hao, but his cousin. It is impossible to find him for revenge.
After finishing speaking, he paused and added: "What's more, you just thought about killing her. This is not to repay your kindness."
Zhang Zitong looked at Zhang Jie with some fear after hearing this. She just wanted revenge and didn't think about it carefully before, or she didn't want to think about it carefully. Now that her revenge has been avenged, something is really wrong when she is reminded of it again.
Zhang Jie smiled: "You are very smart. You are almost the smartest embroidered messenger I have ever seen. But since you are so smart, then think about it, why do I have to tell you so much?"
"Delaying time..." Zu An naturally knew his intention, but he was confident enough and wanted to get enough information from him, so he cooperated with him in playing this game.
Halfway through speaking, his expression suddenly changed, because the other person's temperament gradually began to become weird.
The candles in the whole room flickered on and off. The candles were still burning, but the whole room suddenly became dark.
It was as if the light had been sucked away by something, and the shadows in the room seemed to be rushing toward Zhang Jie like living creatures.
Suddenly something moved in his mind: "You are the wizard who killed the seventh gold medalist!"
I had previously inspected the body of the seventh gold medalist, and found that his cultivation level was not low. Coupled with the various equipment blessings of the Embroidered Clothes Messenger, he would be able to fight even if he encountered a grandmaster.
But there was no trace of resistance on his body, as if he had died in his sleep.
At first, I thought the murderer was Mr. Huo from Prince Yan's Mansion, but although Mr. Huo's cultivation level was pretty good, Gold Medal Seventh had been investigating Prince Yan's Mansion, so it was impossible for him to be unprepared for the famous enshrinement of Prince Yan's Mansion, and Mr. Huo's cultivation level was not that good.
Not high enough.
So he has always been curious about who the mysterious wizard master is, and now he seems to have the answer.
But he didn't understand: "How can you hide your identity as a wizard and pass the imperial examination?"
For such a high-ranking border official, the court's review must be a top priority. It is impossible that the identity of his wizard was not known before.
Zhang Jie laughed out loud: "I'm not a wizard, but I just happened to have learned a technique that allows me to ask a wizard to apply to me and gain the same abilities as a wizard. The only drawback is that this process takes time."
The reason why he didn't use the power of wizards to kill Zhang Zitong before was mainly because he was afraid that the Xiuyi Messenger would find out that the real culprit of the whole case was still at large, but now he doesn't have to worry so much.
As he spoke, his eyes began to turn as dark as ink: "Since I can kill the seventh gold medalist, I can naturally kill the other gold medalist Xiu Yi."
Zu An was wondering what the hell was going on with the wizard? Why are there so many weird magic methods in this world?
But he didn't hesitate any longer, because he already felt that the other party had the ability to threaten him.
Without seeing any movement from him, the Soul-Seducing Rope appeared in his hand and was drawn towards the opponent. The Soul-Seducing Rope is the standard weapon of the Embroidered Clothes Messenger, and it is also quite effective in restraining various abilities.
He didn't want to reveal his other identity, so he didn't use a sword.
Zhang Jie was obviously a little wary of the seductive rope of the gold embroidered clothes. While dodging, his dark eyes stared directly at Zu An.
Zu An only felt that the air around him seemed to have become thicker, his eyelids became extremely heavy, and a heavy feeling of sleep came over him, and the hook that whizzed away also softened inexplicably.
With a bang, Zhang Zitong fell to the bed beside her. Although Zhang Jie's attack was not directed at her, the aftermath was enough for her to bear.
Zu An had the experience of fighting Mr. Huo before, so he closed his eyes instantly and summoned Bai Ming to counterattack.
Mental attacks often require mental counterattacks to be effective.
As expected, a look of pain appeared on Zhang Jie's face, and the hypnosis skills he used were also relaxed.
However, Zu An also felt uncomfortable. The opponent's skill, which he didn't know whether to call hypnosis or dreaming, was too overbearing. Even if he closed his eyes, he would still be deeply affected by it.
Fortunately, with his previous experience against Mr. Huo and Bai Ming's counterattack, he didn't fall asleep directly.
Mr. Huo got him into a dream last time. Although he finally saw through the falseness of the dream and woke up, this time he did not dare to risk going into the dream when facing the much stronger Zhang Jie. He might not be able to wake up from it, especially if the other party
If he is hypnotized and still has the ability to move, it would be troublesome to directly give him a fatal blow.
At this moment, the door of the room was knocked open with a bang, and Xiao Jianren and several silver-medal embroidered clothes rushed in.
It turned out that they heard the fighting, realized something was going on inside, and rushed to help.
However, as soon as he entered the room, he felt that there seemed to be a pair of dark eyes in front of him. Xiao Jianren groaned and fell straight to the ground.
He was not good at fighting prowess, and because of Zhang Zitong, his mood was ups and downs during this period, and his mental strength was weak, so he was the first to be attacked.
Another silver medal embroidered man held on for a little longer and then collapsed.
Only the other two silver medals, although they were also drowsy, gritted their teeth and swung the hook to Zhang Jie.
Zhang Jie's main energy was to fight against Zu An, and only a little bit of aftermath was used to deal with other people. These two people were able to become silver medal embroidered clothes. It can be said that they were determined and they survived.
At this time, Zhang Jie snorted coldly, suddenly two more copper coins appeared in his hand and shot towards the two of them.
"Be careful!" Zu An noticed that the laws wrapped around the two copper coins seemed very strange, and hurriedly warned him.
But it was still too late, the two silver medals embroidered clothes had already been swung out and hit directly on the copper coins.
How can a copper coin withstand the all-out attack of Silver Medal Xiuyi?
The two copper coins were instantly torn apart by the seduction rope, but also torn apart at the same time were the two silver medal embroidered clothes.
The art of hating victory!
Some weird methods of wizards can often connect people's lives to some artifacts, so that things can exist and people can survive, and things can perish.
Zu An's eyes turned red when he saw it. He never expected that the two silver medal embroiders would be implicated. To be honest, there was a rush between the two places during this period. In addition, they were the seventh silver medal embroidered clothes belonging to the gold medal.
So much so that he didn't even remember the other person's name.
I only remember that one of them was surnamed Yan and the other was Tao. They were usually just doing nothing, but at this time they were so brave and fearless in the face of a powerful enemy and died in this unknown danger.
When Zhang Jie was distracted, the boundless viscous sleep finally loosened a little, and Zu An took action.
A bright sword light flashed through, dispersing the darkness in the entire room and illuminating the trace of fear that flashed in Zhang Jie's eyes.
He retreated violently, and then noticed something strange about his body. He was shocked to find that his entire right hand had disappeared and was torn into pieces by the series of sword energy just now.
Zu An frowned. The opponent shouldn't have been able to dodge the sword just now. Why did he lose his right hand?
At this time, Zhang Jie's face was full of horror, and he no longer had the calmness he had just before. He knew very well that he had just walked through the gate of hell.
The substitute puppet he had refined in his arms had turned into powder. The original existence of the substitute puppet meant that he had an extra life, and his own body was absolutely safe.
I never expected that the opponent's sword was so powerful. It not only destroyed its stand-in puppet, but also had enough power to cut off one of his arms!
He didn't dare to neglect any more, and took out a straw mannequin with his left hand: "Blood debt must be paid with blood, and you can also taste the pain of having your hand cut off!"
While he was speaking, he had already twisted the right hand of the puppet and pulled it off.
At the same time, Zu An's right shoulder suddenly burst with blood, and his entire arm began to be torn apart.