This whole matter was caused by Feng Muqing. I want her to live in a worse state than death!
"Why is Wanwan here so late at night?" Sikong Rulang suppressed the resentment in his heart and looked at her gently as usual.
Suddenly, Feng Wanwan remembered the purpose of coming here, and said shyly: "Brother Ru Lang, Wanwan wants to ask... when will you go to the house to hire someone?"
At the end of the sentence, it was like a small fly whispering, as if he didn't hear it, his head drooped lower and lower, and his little face became like a red cloud.
Hearing this, Sikong Rulang was stunned, and then he remembered that Sikong Ruxuan had already issued the imperial edict to confer marriage. Due to his health condition in the past few days, he had completely forgotten about it.
"It's not my fault. I have been busy investigating this matter these past few days and I didn't think about it for a while. I will look for the nearest good days to recruit people."
"Really?!" Feng Wanwan was excited, looking at the man in front of her with bright eyes.
Meeting her expectant gaze, Sikong Rulang felt satisfied and nodded, "Of course, Wanwan still doesn't believe me?"
"No, Wanwan certainly believes in brother Rulang." Before she finished speaking, Feng Wanwan threw herself into Sikong Rulang's arms with a happy face.
She has been waiting for this moment for too long. Emperor Tian has paid off. She has finally waited. She is finally going to marry brother Ru Lang and become his wife.
After receiving Sikong Rulang's clear reply, Feng Wanwan quietly left Prince Ning's Mansion with a satisfied smile, but little did she know that her every move had long been caught in the dark eyes.
Feng Wanwan did not rush back to the Prime Minister's Mansion. Instead, she took advantage of the darkness and crept to the depths of an alley and knocked on the inconspicuous door in front of her.
After three long and two short steps, the small door opened, and a bearded man seven feet tall came into view.
"Why did the girl come to visit late at night?" A rough voice sounded, with a hint of solemnity.
Feng Wanwan tightened her cloak tightly. A flash of panic disappeared. She took a deep breath and pretended to be calm, "I want to send you a few words for my master."
As soon as she finished speaking, Feng Wanwan took out a bulging money bag from her sleeve and handed it to the rough man in front of her.
The alchemist said before that the killers in the dark building are the most powerful. Once they accept an order, they will spare no effort to pursue the target and will not give up until they achieve their goal.
She had mentioned this trading point and door-knocking rules before, but she didn't expect to use them after going round and round.
The rough man took the money bag and weighed it for a while. He was very satisfied and stepped aside to welcome the guests.
Feng Wanwan glanced around and found that this was just an ordinary courtyard with nothing special about it.
The rough man led her to the lobby. Feng Wanwan looked up and realized that a middle-aged man in his forties was sitting in the lobby. He was extremely ordinary.
Seeing this, Feng Wanwan frowned, and her heart began to beat. How could this look like a killer organization? Isn't it just pretentious and deceptive?
The doubts in her eyes did not escape the eyes of the man in the hall. The man snorted coldly, and his eyes suddenly became sharp and murderous.
"If you don't believe in the strength of Anlou, find another place to send your guests off." The middle-aged man gave the rough man a cold look.
Really, bring everything right in front of you. Someone from above will come to inspect it later, so it’s better to send it away earlier to avoid causing trouble.
Their secret shop is not a third-rate killer organization, nor does it accept any order.
Sensing the middle-aged man's displeasure, Feng Wanwan raised her heart and quickly explained, "I misunderstood. The Dark House is famous far and wide, so I naturally believe in the Dark House's abilities."
These words immediately pleased the middle-aged man. His face softened a little and he asked: "Mission."
"Kill Feng Muqing." Feng Wanwan said gloomily.
Feng Muqing?!
The middle-aged man was slightly startled, why is there another person who wants to kill Feng Muqing? According to reports from his subordinates, isn't Feng Muqing already dead?
The middle-aged man frowned tightly, and the groove between his eyebrows seemed to be able to trap mosquitoes.
"Why, the dark building doesn't answer the call?"
"Feng Muqing is dead, so I won't accept this order."
died?!
Feng Wanwan sneered, feeling even more suspicious of Anlou's ability.
Unexpectedly, Feng Muqing was standing in front of him alive. It seemed that this dark building was not worthy of its name.
"The dark building is nothing more than that. Feng Muching is living well."
As soon as these words came out, the middle-aged man's head was buzzing. If Feng Muching was really still alive, wouldn't he have smashed the signboard of the dark building?
"Is this true?"
"Of course, otherwise why would I come here specifically."
Feng Wanwan was wavering in her heart. This dark building was really unreliable. She was not someone who took advantage of her and gave away her money for free.
"I will find out about this matter. If Feng Muqing is really alive, I will accept the order from Anlou. As for the reward," the middle-aged man said after a pause, "It is Anlou's negligence, so there will be no payment for this order."
"In this case, I will wait for good news."
After the negotiation was concluded, Feng Wanwan did not stay long. She turned around and followed the rough man out of the courtyard. Feng Wanwan returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion quietly as if nothing happened.
The night is still young and the wind has become cold.
The middle-aged man had a solemn look on his face and immediately went to call the killer who took the order last time. After a moment, a killer stood in front of him respectfully.
"Master." The killer bowed and his words were full of respect.
"Is Feng Muching definitely dead?"
The killer didn't know what was going on and his mind was full of questions.
"Tell it like it is."
"That day, Feng Muqing was surrounded and killed. She was seriously injured and fled to the Wuluo Mountains. It was her employer who personally drove her into the Wuluo Mountains."
"So none of you saw Feng Muching's body."
The killer's heart froze and panicked him, and he hurriedly apologized, "It was my subordinate who neglected his duty."
The middle-aged man was so angry that he slapped the table beside him without any warning. Suddenly, the table split into two pieces and dust spread all over the floor.
The killer was shocked and suddenly knelt down.
After a moment, the middle-aged man sighed, the Wuluo Mountains were full of dangers and poisonous miasma, and it was difficult to navigate. Who would have thought that she could be so desperate and break into the Wuluo Mountains and still come back intact.
This man is an amazing genius. If it weren't for his hostile stance, he would want to recruit people into the dark building.
"Feng Muqing is still alive. This incident is due to Anlou's dereliction of duty. Please lead the people to complete the task quickly and atone for your sins."
"yes!"
Thinking of Feng Muching's strength and talent, the killer couldn't help but feel regretful. However, due to the rules of the dark building, he could only pursue and kill day and night without stopping.
Shortly after the killer left, a familiar figure suddenly appeared. Seeing the visitor, the middle-aged man stood up in a hurry, leaned over and clasped his fists, and said respectfully: "Shadow Protector."
Mo Ying nodded indifferently, lifted up his robe and sat in the hall with a solemn expression.
"Is everything ready?"
"Ready."
The middle-aged man motioned to the rough man beside him to quickly present the things. The rough man understood and quickly took a stack of lists and respectfully placed them beside Mo Ying.
There was no one around to check the list in front of Mo Ying. The middle-aged man and the rough man didn't dare to show their anger. For a while, the only sound was the sound of paper being turned over.
Suddenly, Mo Ying made a movement and suddenly pulled out a list, with a look of solemn expression on his face.
"Who took this order?"
Seeing Mo Ying's anger, the middle-aged man got excited and hurriedly stepped forward to pick up the list and check it.