Zhan Beihan sneered: "Be buried with me? Do you deserve it?"
The contempt and disdain in his tone was like a slap on Li Bihuai's face.
His expression became more and more distorted, and his eyes were like poisonous snakes staring at Zhan Beihan: "Whether he is worthy or not, it is not your turn to decide! What is the taste of the secret poison of the Nanyan Palace? Your Highness, King Yi, just wait and see! I will Waiting for you on the road to hell"
Before he finished speaking, a stream of ominous black blood poured out of his mouth, staining his lips, teeth and chin black.
Zhan Beihan's face changed slightly: "Shen Wan!"
Xiao Lingyue suddenly turned around and rushed towards him. Before she could reach out her hand, she saw Li Bihuai twitching several times in pain, black blood gushing out from his mouth, and black poisonous blood seeping out of his seven orifices.
His eyes were splitting, as if he were staring at an enemy in a sea of blood. He stared at Zhan Beihan, and soon became stiff and motionless.
There was also a strange and vindictive smile on his lips.
"died?"
Xiao Lingyue felt cold and said in disbelief: "This poison takes effect so quickly?!"
She subconsciously turned to look at Zhan Beihan, wanting to ask but not daring to ask.
Zhan Beihan frowned and felt: "The poison in my body has not spread, so it should be suppressed for the time being."
"Then how could he?" Xiao Lingyue frowned and looked at Li Bihuai's body.
Zhan Beihan thought for a moment and narrowed his eyes: "Open his mouth and take a look. It may not be caused by the poisonous needle."
Xiao Lingyue realized something immediately. She opened Li Bihuai's mouth, which was full of blood, and found that one of his molars was missing, and there was some gum stained with black blood on the surrounding teeth.
She couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief: "It was suicide by taking poison. The poison was sealed in the teeth using a special method. At the critical moment, one bit the poison sac and committed suicide to avoid falling into the hands of the enemy and being tortured. This is"
"The tactics of a dead soldier!" Zhan Beihan answered solemnly, "Open his back collar and take a look."
After hearing this, Xiao Lingyue opened her eyes and took a look, her face darkened: ""
"What's wrong?" Zhan Beihan asked.
"The mark of the death camp."
Xiao Lingyue pulled back Li Bihuai's collar. On the lower part of his neck, which was usually covered by clothes and hair, there was a very deep black pattern that looked like it had been stamped with a soldering iron.
It's round on the outside and has a knife in the middle, which is weird and familiar at the same time.
At Xiangguo Temple, when Han Han was kidnapped by an assassin, Xiao Lingyue saw the same pattern on the corpse of the assassin in black at Duanlongpo.
Zhan Beihan told her at that time that this was the mark of Murong Ye's death camp.
As long as they come from the camp, everyone has it.
"Could it be that Li Bihuai is not from Northern Qin?"
Xiao Lingyue was shocked: "How did a dead soldier of Southern Yan pass the repeated inspections of Northern Qin and enter the imperial court as an official? Has Murong Ye's nail infiltration reached this level?"
Although Yuanmu Town is just a remote town, the county magistrate is not a high official.
But the officials themselves are selected by the imperial court, and their household registration status is the first hurdle, and it cannot be said that they can be replaced by substitution.
Especially for the imperial examinations, in order to avoid someone pretending to be someone, they would secretly send people to the candidates' hometowns to check repeatedly, from their addresses to three generations of ancestors and people in the same village, the verification was very detailed.
It's not that easy to muddle through.
When Xiao Lingyue returned to Beijing as "Shen Wan", Zhan Beihan sent people to investigate Zhuangzi in the countryside where "Shen Wan" grew up, and found many flaws.
Unless Li Bihuai himself was a native of Northern Qin, and his household registration, identity, background, and upbringing environment were all flawless, he would be able to pass the imperial examination and enter the court as an official.
But now
He actually bears the mark of the Nanyan Death Soldier Battalion!
Xiao Lingyue was shocked and confused for a moment.