Joy of Life: Starting from Teacher Fan Xian

Chapter 98 Wuzhu was sent by the monkey
"Blind man?" Lin Gong instinctively wanted to laugh physically, but when he knew that all the corpses on the ground were caused by this man, the smile was swallowed down as it was about to reach the corner of his mouth.

"Tell me your name. I've never seen a master as skilled as you in this world?" Lin Gong stared at the blind man. He felt a chill rising in his heart, as if a pair of murderous eyes were staring at him.

Wu Zhu didn't say anything nonsense, but just kept asking, "Who is Wu Bo'an?"

Wu Boan, whose name was called, stood uncomfortably, pointing his finger in panic, "Kill him quickly."

"You are Wu Bo'an? Very good, if you kill Fan Xian I will kill you."

Gently waving the iron rod, Wuzhu floated to the crowd like a wandering ghost.

Lin Gong waved his hand, and more than ten guards came forward to surround Wu Zhu, shouting, "Come on together, he is a blind man and can't stop the siege."

There was a pop.

A guard flew backwards and crashed into the yard.

Lin Gong's expression tensed, as he saw that every time the blind man, who was surrounded by enemies, stabbed, one person fell down.

His attack style was extremely fierce, without any drag, and every move was deadly and accurate.

Gradually, the number of besiegers decreased, and people kept falling silently, unable to even scream before dying.

As if seeing a flood or a ferocious beast, the two men trembled with fear in their eyes and quickly retreated to the yard.

After a moment, the figure of the blind boy rose into the air and landed silently in the yard.

"I am the son of the prime minister, so we can talk."

"I can give you anything you want, just don't kill me."

Lin Gong retreated step by step until he had nowhere to retreat. He finally realized that no matter what he said, the cold-blooded killer in front of him would never let him go.

Perhaps from the moment Fan Xian's name was revealed, there would be no other survivor inside or outside the huge manor.

Lin Gong couldn't bear the tremendous mental pressure, so he made up his mind and thrust the sword in his hand straight out, hoping to make a final dying struggle.

Wu Zhu slightly turned sideways to avoid the thrusting sword, and very simply took the iron rod in his hand out from his arms and inserted it into Lin Gong's heart.

Then he pulled it out and moved back to avoid being stained by the gushing blood.

Also without any extra shouting, Lin Gong fell to the ground with a bang.

Until his death, he couldn't believe that he died in such an inexplicable way.

Wu Boan did not face this scene. He hid in the corner, holding his head with his hands, not daring to make even the slightest sound, trying to deceive the killer by pretending he was a real blind man.

However, the blind man had already walked up to him with a clear purpose, his figure blocking out the light from the rising sun.

Wu Boan was completely desperate, and he howled without caring about his life or death: "You were sent by Lin Ruo, right?"

"Lin Ruo?" Wu Zhu was stunned for a moment, his face merciless, and he stabbed at his face, "I said, if you kill Fan Xian, I will kill you."

When the sun rose, the tragic scene on the ground became clear, and the strong smell of blood filled the manor. The blind boy did not do anything to cover up the brutal massacre. He walked out of the manor safely without a trace of blood on his body.

Just after the Niulan Street murder case, an even more brutal murder occurred in a manor outside Kyoto. Wu Bo'an, the second son of the prime minister and a famous strategist in Kyoto, and dozens of guards were all killed without exception.

The whole capital exploded again.

The Supervisory Office was the first to receive the news, but after a day, they did not find any clues.

……

In the evening at the Fan Mansion, Fan Xian, who was gradually recovering from his injuries, lay in a rocking chair, staring at the blue sky in a daze.

During these days of injury, he recalled the carefree days he had with Fei Jie in Danzhou, sitting in a rocking chair every day imagining life and the future. "Brother, take the medicine." Fan Ruoruo came to the courtyard with a bowl of medicine that smelled strange, and carefully blew away the hot air in the bowl for him.

"Brother, Wu Bo'an is dead." Fan Ruoruo told the news she had just received.

"Even the second son of the prime minister's family died." Fan Ruoruo added.

"How did you die?"

"There is no information on the murderer yet, but the initial conclusion is that a sword was used."

Fan Xian was stunned for a moment, and thought, "Wu Bo'an was the murderer who planned the assassination on Niulan Street. He was close to the prime minister, and the second son of the Lin family happened to appear beside him. Isn't this enough to prove that the prime minister is the one who wants to take my life?"

"I originally thought it was the crown prince. No, this is not enough to get rid of the crown prince's suspicion. The prime minister is most likely taking orders from the crown prince. I wonder what role the princess plays in this."

Fan Ruoruo was a little annoyed when she heard this and complained, "Brother, you are already so injured and you still think so much. The master will get to the bottom of it. Don't think too much."

Fan Xian stopped muttering and thought about how his fiancée Wan'er would view this matter. If the murderer was really the prime minister...

"I have to find time to visit you, sir, and find out what happened." Fan Xian thought about it.

Fan Ruoruo said at the side: "The master has left Beijing. He probably won't be back for ten days or half a month."

"Li Jing?"

Fan Ruoruo told him: "That's right, chasing after the courtesan Si Lili of Zuixianju, it is said that Director Chen of the Supervisory Council is returning to Beijing today, sir, you don't have to take care of the affairs of the Supervisory Council anymore, so you have your hands free."

Fan Xian suddenly stood up, swallowed the medicine in one gulp, and wiped his mouth casually: "I'm sleepy, brother, I'm going back to my room to rest first."

Returning to the room, Fan Xian closed the doors and windows tightly, looked into the dark corner, and saw Wu Zhu walking out.

"Uncle, where have you been all this time?" Fan Xian asked with some complaint.

"I've always been by your side." Wu Zhu responded to him coldly.

"Then Niulan Street... forget it." Fan Xian stopped talking as soon as he opened his mouth. What's the point of saying all this? His uncle would definitely educate him in the same tone as when he was a child, saying that he would only take action at the most critical moments and that the people around him should be protected by themselves.

"I went to Cangshan this morning and killed Wu Boan." Wu Zhuzi told the news calmly.

"So you were the one who killed that person." Fan Xian finally reacted.

"I said, whoever kills you I will kill him." Wu Zhu repeated this sentence.

Fan Xian's eyes lit up, and he asked, "Uncle, have you found out who is behind this?"

Wu Zhu said without hesitation: "Lin Ruo."

Fan Xian nearly stumbled and fell to the ground. He said helplessly, "Uncle, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Wu Zhu shook his head: "I didn't say he was the murderer, but Wu Bo'an did mention Lin Ruo before he died."

"How did you bring it up?"

"You were sent by Lin Ruo, right?"

Fan Xian had the urge to roll his eyes and asked his uncle if he was sent by the monkey.

"As for the murderer behind the scenes, I didn't ask, and I don't think they would tell me."

"You don't even ask what others say." Fan Xian sighed, thinking that his uncle would probably greet everyone he met with a sword. Who could say this out loud?

(End of this chapter)