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Chapter 110 The Death of the Prime Minister (4K, please subscribe)

Capital, Prime Minister's Mansion.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the rainwater as big as soybeans fell on the ground, making a ticking sound, which was very clear in the quiet night.

The Prime Minister's Mansion was a little cold at the moment, and the retainers and servants who had been busy in the Prime Minister's Mansion had disappeared at this moment.

The two towering Haechi stone statues in front of the prime minister's mansion seemed a bit empty and lonely at the moment, the rain fell on the stone statues like a curtain, and flowed to the ground like silk threads.

The central part of the steps chiseled in front of the Prime Minister's Mansion was worn down to the inside, one can imagine how many people have stepped on this step in the years since the Prime Minister's Mansion was built.

The vermilion gate was tightly closed, but in the lonely and empty mansion, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps.

Song Yuwei always felt a little restless tonight. In the middle of the night, when she woke up alone, she found that apart from herself and her mother, she couldn't find her father in the mansion.

Walking around the middle of the mansion, all the servants and guests of the past have disappeared, except for a few maids who are sleeping soundly.

For some reason, Song Yuwei felt her heart beating fast, as if something bad was about to happen.

At this moment, the footsteps outside became more and more hurried.

"Oh!"

The sound of the body hitting the wooden door came, and Song Yuwei suddenly turned his head to look at the door of the mansion.

The door was pushed open staggeringly, and Song Yuwei looked at the figure behind the door with some vigilance. It wasn't until the person staggered into the door that Song Yuwei recognized it. It turned out that this person was Lao Huang, the housekeeper of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Seeing Lao Huang's body stained with blood, Song Yuwei felt that something was wrong, and hurried forward to help him.

"Uncle Huang, what's going on, who hurt you like this, where did my father and those disciples go?" Song Yuwei pushed the martial arts zhenqi to restrain Lao Huang's injuries, and asked at the same time.

When Lao Huang heard Song Yuwei's words, he was stunned for a moment, but he didn't choose to answer. Instead, he said hastily: "Miss, you and Madam should pack up the things quickly. The master is in some trouble. Let us go first. After he has finished handling the matter, he will Come find us!"

Song Yuwei frowned when she heard this, and said, "What's going on? Will father encounter any trouble in the capital?"

Lao Huang smiled wryly, waved his hands and said, "Miss, don't ask, the master really said so, after he lets us go first, he will definitely come to us!"

However, Song Yuwei heard the flaws in Lao Huang's words, and said very calmly: "No, my father wouldn't say that. If we really encountered the trouble of letting my mother and I leave, then this trouble would definitely make my father very sad. Tricky!"

"Where is father now?"

Lao Huang's expression was a bit ugly when he heard this, but he tried hard to persuade: "Miss, take your wife and leave quickly, don't ask any more!"

Song Yuwei shook her head and said: "It can make father feel troublesome. Even if my mother and I escape, it will definitely not solve the aftermath of the trouble. Why don't you find father now and see if you can help him? Uncle Huang will count you Don't tell me, is it difficult to deduce it with my ability?"

Lao Huang could only smile wryly, looking at this young lady who was extremely intelligent and assertive since she was a child, he knew that what she said was right, even if he kept it from her, he could rely on his own ability to quickly find the place where the prime minister was.

So he decided to use brute force to take Miss and Madam away.

"Miss, that offends!"

The aura of the second realm of martial arts erupted from Lao Huang's body, and he wanted to take Song Yuwei away by force.

But what Lao Huang didn't expect, Song Yuwei seemed to see his thoughts, and the aura of the second level of martial arts also erupted from her body.

Lao Huang's face was gloomy, he didn't expect his young lady's talent to be so outstanding, she broke through to the second level of martial arts at this age, but she absolutely shouldn't break through at this time.

He had already been seriously injured, but now that the young lady's cultivation level is not much worse than his own, it would be impossible to forcefully take Song Yuwei away, so he had no choice but to tell Song Tinghui's location.

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Song Tinghui looked at Lin Shou who walked out of the door with a sad face, and said bitterly: "Unexpectedly, that day, a down-and-out Taoist priest who didn't seem to have any cultivation, and a pet beside him was a tiger with a three-dimensional dragon soul. The other servant is a second-level cultivator who practiced the Way of Incense and the Way of Netherworld. And what kind of level are you in that can make them serve you with such a humble attitude? Lin Daochang?"

The heavy rain was still falling, water had already started to accumulate on the road, and the blood of the fallen corpses mixed with the rainwater, dyeing the entire street in front of the mansion red.

Lin Shou raised his left hand, and when he flipped his wrist, an oiled paper umbrella appeared. This oiled paper umbrella was bought by Lin Shou on the street yesterday. A Liang walked up with great wit and propped up the paper umbrella. The raindrops fell on the umbrella , and then slid down along the traces of the umbrella ribs, not a drop of rainwater could fall on Lin Shou's shoulders.

"Actually, Pindao has no interest in your court battles. It's just that Mr. Zhong happens to be a friend of Pindao, so it's reasonable to do a little bit to protect his family."

"It's just that Pindao is a little puzzled. Can a smart person like you not see what the emperor wants to do?"

Song Tinghui was silent, the rain fell three feet above his head so that it would slide away out of thin air, but now it covered it with a crackling noise.

"Confucianism emphasizes loyalty to the emperor, but your Legalists should not care about what the emperor looks like. It seems that Mr. Zhong is more like a Legalist than you, and you are more like a Confucian scholar than Mr. Zhong."

When Lin Shou said this with a light smile, Frostmourne hovering behind him trembled slightly, freezing the raindrops falling around him into pieces of ice, which fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

"I'm just repaying my favor...or giving back to His Majesty what His Majesty gave me."

Song Tinghui lowered his head slightly, as if he didn't want to cover his eyes with the increasingly heavy rain, and also seemed a little ashamed, not daring to look directly into Lin Shou's eyes.

"That's why you scholars who don't understand, sometimes you know that you are wrong, and you will even be accused by thousands of people, leaving a bad reputation for thousands of years, but you still have to hold your nose and do it."

"If it was normal, Pindao wouldn't bother to care about you stubborn bastards, but if the [Mythology] really came, and the three were not there, Pindao can't deal with it for the time being, so this matter really has to be stopped."

Frostmourne hovered in mid-air, and the slightly trembling Frostmourne seemed to have heard a clear command. At this moment, it suddenly turned horizontally, gradually flashing a sharp cold light, piercing through the rainy night and slashing towards Song Tinghui.

What Lin Shou said was right, Song Tinghui was indeed a stubborn one, even though he knew what he was doing was wrong, he had no intention of letting it go.

Song Tinghui snorted, his face was as pale as snow, blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, his spiritual consciousness mobilized his whole body mana, and a huge cage fell from the sky, trying to suppress Frostmourne here.

The corners of Lin Shou's mouth were only slightly raised, and Frostmourne's sword shadow became dim, but he escaped from the cage, circled around, and chopped off from the back of Song Tinghui's head.

Song Tinghui felt the chill in the back of his head, and his heart stopped beating suddenly. Even though he had made up his mind, he felt great fear for no reason. He pinched the seal with his hands outside his sleeves, and a black feather coat covered his body.

The sword shadow and Yuyi collided with each other, but Song Tinghui was sent flying several feet away by the sword.

When Song Tinghui got up again, the clothes on his chest were already covered with blood.

Lin Shou stood quietly under Ah Liang's umbrella, his eyes calm and without any movement, but the oppressive force brought by the handle of Frostmourne made everyone swallow their saliva.

"Why not use a more powerful spell? You must know that the eyes of the three Taoists are not here, so they planned such a clumsy scene, so are you afraid that the movement caused by the spell above the three realms will disturb the Taoist?"

There was a faint smile on the corner of Lin Shou's mouth, but the words he said had a strong sense of ridicule.

"Is it because you are worried about the casualties caused by the aftermath of the spell? Isn't this what you want?"

Song Tinghui's face became even paler, but he remained silent.

He knew that what the Taoist priest said was not wrong, and he knew in his heart how wrong what he had done, and he was unwilling to repay it in a self-destructive way, and now he died under Lin Shoujian. It's what I wanted.

Lin Shou lowered his brows slightly, and said softly, "It's not interesting."

The tip of Frostmourne's sword trembled slightly and let out a piercing clear cry. Song Tinghui could block Lin Shou's first strike, but he couldn't block the second one.

But at this moment, Song Tinghui was a little surprised by the appearance of the two figures.

"Father..." The saber in Song Yuwei's hand fell down, and it fell to the ground with a splash of water.

The middle-aged man stood behind Song Yuwei, the old butler who had served Song Tinghui's family for decades, suddenly fell to his knees.

"Prime Minister..."

Song Tinghui's belief in going to death calmly was suddenly shattered at this moment, and he shouted furiously: "What are you doing? Didn't I tell you to go away?!"

Song Yuwei already guessed what her father was doing through the information she got on the way.

rebel……

The most serious crime, but Song Yuwei did not understand why her father, who had always been loyal to the emperor, would choose to rebel.

After Song Tinghui told her about the fate of the Legalists, her already shaky beliefs completely collapsed at this moment.

"Why?" Song Yuwei still looked at her father in disbelief.

"Old Huang, leave the capital with Miss and Madam, and never come back again!" Song Tinghui said in a hoarse voice with bloodshot eyes.

"Master... Lao Huang is incompetent and can't stop Miss..." Lao Huang lowered his head and let the rain wet him.

Seeing this scene, Lin Shou rubbed his eyes vigorously, trying to squeeze out a tear or two, and forcibly showed an ugly and moved expression.

"It's really a touching plot. If it's in some bullshit novel, shouldn't Pindao be moved by your father-daughter love, and then let you go?"

Song Yuwei bit her lips and looked at Lin Shou. Not long ago, Lin Shou was a criminal who could be manipulated at will in his eyes, but now his father's life was controlled by Lin Shou at a thought.

Song Yuwei opened her mouth, wanting to say something.

Lin Shou also had a teasing look on his face, let's see what kind of words this heroine can say, is it begging for mercy?Or beg for death?

But at this time, there was a violent explosion from the east of the capital, and the huge flame seemed to make the entire capital enter daylight again for a short time.

Lin Shou frowned and looked towards the east, which was the direction of the Lake Palace.

That place was a little strange, and Lin Shou had some doubts in his heart because he hadn't been able to see that such an explosion happened at this moment, so he decided to go there to have a look.

Lin Shou turned around, and confessed to A Liang and Ju Zi: "You take care of the mansion."

Ah Liang and Ju Zi looked at each other, but their eyes were fixed on Song Tinghui in the distance. Could it be that the master really showed kindness and let him go?

But Aliang and Juzi didn't refute, but nodded cautiously, expressing that they would definitely do this well.

The next moment after Lin Shou finished speaking, his figure had disappeared in place.

Seeing Lin Shou disappearing, Song Yuwei felt a little complicated, but fortunately his father survived, even Song Tinghui couldn't believe it.

But no one noticed that when Lin Shou left, he did not take Frostmourne with him. It was still suspended in the rain curtain, and the sword was shining with cold light.

In the next moment, Frostmourne chopped down.

Song Yuwei's pupils constricted, and a round human head flipped around a few times and landed at her feet.

Ju Zi and A Liang breathed a sigh of relief, but Song Yuwei fell limply to the ground, staring blankly at the headless body.

Song Yuwei was sad in her heart, but somehow she also felt a sense of relief.

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Naturally, Lin Shou couldn't let Song Tinghui go. He just had some teasing intentions just now. In his opinion, those boring affectionate scenes are not as interesting as the stories told by the storyteller in the teahouse.

Arriving at the sky above the lake hall, the huge Buddha statues and those buildings have all been reduced to ashes at this moment, leaving only a huge deep pit in place.

Lin Shou inspected it carefully, but found that under the deep pit, there was actually a huge amount of flesh and blood, which seemed to be part of a certain creature.

"It turns out that this entire island in the lake is actually a huge monster. This monster has divinity. No wonder Pindao couldn't see any flaws at that time, so he made a mistake..." Lin Shou muttered to himself. After careful inspection, it was discovered at this time that there was a bit of divinity in the remaining flesh and blood, which made it impossible to see through the monster's disguise.

"However, what happened to that explosion? It stands to reason that this monster is absorbing the flesh and soul of the dead in the entire capital. Judging from the movements arranged by the emperor, the flesh and spirit absorbed by this monster is not enough for him to completely recover from the explosion. The astral world descends...he destroys this large formation that absorbs the essence and blood, could it be stopped by something?"

The remaining flesh and blood in the big pit were still wriggling instinctively, and countless gray mucus had accumulated in the deep pit, bubbling and bubbling, as if something was about to be conceived inside.

(End of this chapter)