After death, I became the cannon fodder of the three protagonists

The steward signed a death contract at the beginning, and if it wasn't for the "favor" of the master's family, he would have been a slave of the Fang family for the rest of his life.

Not only him, but even his descendants are Fang family slaves.

Hearing Fang Shi suddenly say that he was free, the steward was stunned for a while, and then suddenly knelt down.

"What the master said this time, could it be that he underestimates the slave?"

Although he was kneeling, his waist was straight, "The servant knows himself to be humble, but he is by no means a person who covets life and fears death.

If it wasn't for the master's attention at the beginning, I am afraid that the slave will be sold to no one knows where it is now. How can he still hear the honorary title when he is out of the house? "

"The slave was brought back to the mansion by the master himself. If he enters the Fang mansion, he will live as a man of Fang mansion and die as a ghost of Fang mansion.

You let the slaves abandon you, and just live on..."

The only time the steward raised his head disrespectfully, looked directly at Fang Shi, and tore up the release contract.

"Slaves are hard to obey!"

Seeing his stubborn appearance, Fang Shi sighed helplessly for a long time.

"You foolish slave, you are so ignorant of good and evil... Anyway, since you have made up your mind, then hurry up and change your clothes, and help me quietly send these things to Xuanpinghou's mansion..."

Fang Shi paused, and continued: "I am waiting for you to come back in the mansion."

When the steward heard this, he quickly stood up, "Your servant will do it now."

Fang Shi looked at the back of the steward leaving, shook his head, turned and went to the ancestral hall.

The ancestral hall is clean and unstained, and there is only one memorial tablet on the desk.

The incense burner in front of the memorial tablet was empty, Fang Shi recalled it and found the secret compartment where the incense was placed.

The movement of him opening the secret compartment was a little rusty.

The incense inside is newly bought. Every once in a while, the guards of the ancestral hall will clean the ancestral hall and replace it with new incense sticks.

Fang Shi tidied up his official uniform and hat.

Take three sticks of incense, light them, insert them into the incense burner, then step back to the front of the futon, and bow three times and knock nine times.

"Master is here.

I am now in a desperate situation, knowing that I have no chance of life, so I dare to come to see my mentor.

When I recall the past, I know that what I have done is really unfilial and unrighteous.

But I ask myself, I have no shame and no regrets, if time goes back, I will still be the same.

Wei Wei sighed that he didn't know people clearly, so he ended up like this, and missed the younger generation of the beautiful woman.

I don't dare to promise a beautiful woman in the next life, so I can only make up with gold and silver to pave the way for her.

Just because if there is an afterlife, I would like to be by my mentor's side, like a cow or a horse, to atone for my sins. "

After Fang Shi finished speaking, he stood up, his forehead was red.

He withdrew from the ancestral hall, gave some instructions to his servants, then returned to his bedroom and changed into his normal clothes.

Fang Shi folded the official uniform that he took off neatly, placed it on the tray, and put the official hat on top.

Reluctantly stroking the official hat with his fingers, Fang Shi slowly closed his eyes, and then opened them again, with determination in his eyes.

He took the tray and strode out of the bedroom.

All the servants in the mansion felt it, and they all lowered their heads, fearful and uneasy.

The servants ordered by Fang Shi came up to meet him, "Master, the sedan chair has been prepared and is waiting at the back door according to your instructions."

After that, he looked at the tray again, holding back the panic in his heart, "You...slave, come and carry it?"

Fang Shi didn't pass the tray to the servants, he turned his head, took the surrounding scenes into his eyes, and memorized them firmly in his mind.

Then he went out of the mansion, got into the sedan chair, and went straight to the Heijiawei's mansion in the capital - Zhen Xunsi.

When Mu Si heard the news that Fang Shi had arrived, he was interrogating the assassins in the secret cell.

The assassins are all ordered, and they must not easily reveal that Fang Shi is the mastermind behind the scenes until the last moment.

The man's temperament is uncertain, scheming and ruthless, so he ordered him to give Fang Shi a fatal blow.

Therefore, even if there is no good meat all over his body, the whole person is dying, and he is hanging by the pills stuffed by Musi, the assassins have not let go.

Mu Si held the thin blade in his hand, and went towards the chest of one of the assassins without changing his expression. He was skilled in technique, and with a slight movement of his wrist, the slice of flesh as thin as a cicada's wing was attached to the thin blade.

To avoid committing suicide by biting their tongues, the assassins had their jaws removed.

But they were also stubborn, although they were sweating coldly, they never wailed, their hands bound by iron chains clenched their fists tightly, and their bloodshot eyes stared fiercely at Mu Si.

Mu Si raised the thin blade and placed it on the brazier in front of the assassin. The aroma of meat soon filled the dark prison.

He withdrew his hand, looked at the assassin, and then placed the thin blade near his mouth, just a little bit, the assassin's lips could touch the piece of roasted meat.

There was three points of sarcasm in Mu Si's eyes, three points of coldness and four points of indifference, "Should... or not?"

The assassin turned his head away and refused to talk to Li Musi.

Seeing this, Mu Si sneered, and grabbed the assassin's chin with his other hand, pulling it away.

"I'll ask you again, to recruit... or not to recruit?"

Even the assassin, who had always killed without batting an eyelid, also turned pale, feeling his stomach turning over.

He wanted to spit out the meat, but because Mu Si clenched his chin, he couldn't vomit.

"If you remain silent..."

Mu Si spoke very lightly, as if he was discussing what to have for lunch this afternoon.

"Or, in exchange..."

Mu Si pointed at the remaining assassins with his thin blade, but none of them fell.

As soon as these words came out, the four assassins trembled, their hearts extremely horrified.

Because they all know that Mu Si is not joking, he can really do such vicious acts.

Death is not terrible, but the torture of life being worse than death is terrible.

The assassins exchanged glances. They already had missions ahead of them. Instead of continuing to endure the torment, it would be better to go with the flow and be relieved earlier.

Unfortunately, before they opened their mouths, a black armored guard came in and leaned over to Mu Si's ear.

Although the four assassins were seriously injured, they were martial arts practitioners, and their ears were even more sensitive. Even though the black armored guard deliberately lowered his voice, they still vaguely heard the words "Fang Shi... in front of the door..." and other words.

The eyes of the several assassins changed immediately, but it was fleeting, and they were thinking about how to deal with it.

Unfortunately, Mu Si did not miss their strangeness.

Mu Si raised his eyebrows, did not give them a chance, put away the thin blade, looked at the four meaningfully, and strode away.

The four assassins turned pale when they received that look.

Time and life.

They had delayed so far in order to kill Fang Shi, but they never wanted to be defeated by Fang Shi...

I only hope that the master will have a backup, otherwise everything will be in vain.

Fortunately, their master did have a backup plan.

Not only that, but also a provocative mind.

The dead man hiding in a building opposite the town inspector held a bow and aimed at Fang Shi.

According to his master's instructions, after seeing the figures of Mu Si and the others, he drew his bow fully and fired two arrows at once.

The arrow feathers pierced through the air with a sharp whistling sound. Mu Si and the others were keenly aware of the danger, and quickly drew out the long swords around their waists, but they were still a step too late.

The dead man used all his strength, and the two arrows directly penetrated Fang Shi's body.

Who would the family members know? When thinking about it, take a shower and leave the computer on. The page is a coded and saved word document.

In the end, my daughter who went out to play came back.

After I washed it, I saw her sitting on a chair and playing with the computer. Not only did I wipe out all my saved manuscripts, but also typed out several pages of garbled characters.

She was very happy, told me that she was working, and asked me how good she was?
I looked at her and reassured myself: I am my own child, so I cannot be angry. If I get angry, there is no one to take care of me. If I am to blame, I blame myself for being careless. This is just a good way to build up my memory.

Then he smiled and praised her for being amazing, she typed so much...Coaxed her to go back to her room to watch cartoons.

Woo... my manuscript! ! !

I can’t find it back, I have to re-code a little bit, if I knew it, I might as well just update it (◢д◣)